The Sorority Slave

// This story centers around a college misfit who, despite his better judgment, accepted an offer for a drink from the hottest girl in school. The topics of this story revolve around no consent, forced slavery, foot fetish, face sitting, farting and ultimately leads to full toilet slavery. If any of these turn you off, I suggest you not read. Reader's discretion is advised.

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I was never exactly popular, or even good-looking, so when the college's hottest girl asked me out, I was skeptical.

Sarah was a 19 year old cheerleader. A more stunning woman you could never find. She stood at an intimidating 6'3", slender body, but very fit, long blonde hair, and an ass to die for. Her tits seemed decent, too, but I always paid more attention to the butts around me. I fondly remember checking out Sarah's ass whenever I was graced by her presence. Naturally, I only ever saw her walking away from me. I snapped a couple of creep shots when I was sure nobody was looking, and masturbated vigorously to them on lonely nights.

It was Friday, finally. The bell rang, announcing the end of the last lecture and the beginning of the weekend. I could already hear the chatter from my classmates, debating which club they'll go to, et cetera... I already knew my plans. Close the blinds in my room, turn on some video games and smoke the ounce of weed I had ready and waiting for me.

Daydreaming about a fun-filled weekend on the way out, I carelessly bump into Sarah in the door.

"Oh, sorry, Sarah. Didn't see you there." I said, fully expecting her to lash out at me like she tends to do at people she sees below her level.

"Don't worry about it, Mike. Hey, what are you doing tonight? I got no plans, thought you might wanna come over and have drinks or something? She said with a wide smile on her face.

I was really looking forward to doing fuck all, all weekend, but this could be the one shot I could have at scoring with this stunning woman whose beauty I've been admiring all semester. "Yeah. Sure, I'm down. Be there at 7?" I asked.

"Make it 6." She winks at me and takes her leave, leaving me standing there, picking my jaw up off the floor. Did that really just happen?

Starstruck, I make my way to my dormitory, tossing my backpack into the corner and faceplanting into the bed. Then it hit me, I got like 3 hours to get ready. I quickly got in the shower, scrubbed every inch of my body. Grabbed a trimmer and made my, objectively average, dick more presentable. You never know.

I must have changed my shirt 4 to 5 times before finally settling on one. I put on some cologne, doing my best to not overdo it, then sat on my bed, staring at the clock. It's nearly 6 PM, I should get going.

I heave a sigh before standing up and putting my jacket on. I slam the door to my room and head for the sorority building. Seems relatively quiet, figures, Friday evening, most people are out in clubs. I approach Sarah's door, my heart's pounding like a motherfucker.

"This is it, you got this. You got this..." I said in a futile attempt to give myself some confidence. Didn't really work, though, I never had a shred of confidence, why start now? I knocked on the door and a few seconds later I heard footsteps.

The door opened, revealing Sarah's dimly lit room. She was gorgeous, wearing plaid shorts and an oversized tee, and thick, pink, fluffy socks to top it off. Fucking stunning. I had a lot of trouble concealing my nervous breathing as this goddess stood there, beckoning me in.

"Well. What are you waiting for? Come in!" She said with a chuckle before I followed her inside, closing the door behind us. I got a whiff of her when she walked in front of me. She smelled amazing, like lavender, but clearly she had cheerleading practice today and didn't shower, she smelled a little sweaty. But I wasn't gonna complain, she's miles out of my league, this is by no means a deal breaker.

Sarah plopped down on her bed, tapping the spot next to her. I take a seat and we look at each other for two seconds, each second intensifying the awkward silence.

"So.. How's it going?" Yeah, real fucking smooth, Mike. I scolded myself in my head.

"Great. Finally Friday, right? Come on, let's start off with a couple shots." She grinned, pouring each of us a shot from an Amundsen bottle. We clashed our shot glasses and downed the liquor.

"Damn. This brand is great, good choice." I lied through my teeth, vodka tastes all the fucking same to me. But I was desperate for an ice breaker.

"Yeaaah, I don't buy anything else." Sarah answered, pouring us another shot. We downed it with no issues, much like the first.

This continued for about an hour, ice seemed to be broken. We chatted, laughed, and drank. A lot.

"You know..." I started speaking in a slurred fashion. "I've had a thing for you for a while now." Mike momentarily widened his eyes as the words escaped his lips. Did he just say that out loud? He stared at Sarah, visibly shaken.

Sarah couldn't help but laugh, wafting her hand. "Oh, I know, Mikey. Why do you think I invited you here tonight?" She said suggestively, scooting closer to me. Oh, this is it. Goodbye, virginity. I'm about to score with the hottest woman in this godforsaken city.

"In fact... I think just where to start.." Sarah said, moving her puckered lips closer towards me with her eyes closed. I reciprocate, moving closer as I closed my eyes. A millisecond before our lips connected, I felt a sharp pain in my neck. I yelped and opened my eyes to see Sarah squeezing the plunger on a syringe she just jabbed in my neck, she yanked it out as swiftly as she put it in and stood up with a malicious smirk drawn on her face.

"What the fuck..?" I manage to slur out before falling to my knees, my hand pressing on the needle mark. "W-what did you do to me?" I muttered as my vision blurred, lazily tilting my head back to glance up to Sarah.

"Just shut up and pass out already." Sarah said before kicking me in the face. I was so doped up I didn't even feel the pain, I just felt my head falling to the floor and then - fade to black.

When I came to, I jolted my eyes open, only to be met with a blurry sight of the white ceiling. I tried moving my limbs, but quickly found out I was on a bed in a stretched out position, each of my limbs tied to the bed's legs. I couldn't move my hands or feet an inch. I lazily looked around the room in my post-unconscious daze, but didn't see anybody. Then I heard a drizzle noise coming from the bathroom, followed by a toilet flushing. My heart rate skyrocketed as I was determined to start screaming for help. It was then I realized my mouth had been taped shut.

The bathroom door swung open and out walked Sarah with a giant smile on her face.

"Hey there, sleepyhead. Had a good nap?" She said, clearly bombed from the vodka we had drunk earlier.

I gave her an angry stare followed by a muffled "Let me go, you psycho bitch." Of couse, it only came out as grunts and caveman noises.

Sarah stepped on the bed, towering over my face with her beautiful ass on display. "Sorry, can't understand you." She said with a drunken laugh before she sat her ass on my face. My nose slid between her clothed ass cheeks. As soon as I managed to catch a breath, I could feel the very strong odor of sweat from her ass.

Sarah kept jumping on my helpess face, laughing to herself.

"You didn't really think you had a shot with me, right? Pathetic loser like you is not good for much else besides sniffing my ass."

I tried pleading with her using my eyes, to no avail, she didn't even look at me. She just rode her ass against my face, until she stopped abruptly. I wasn't sure what was going on, but then I heard it.

PFFFFFFT.

A foul smell entered my nose and I started gagging, moving my head to try and release myself from being straddled by Sarah. She laughed out loud before burying my nose deeper in her shorts.

"Delicious! I bet it smells so good, hahaha." She seemed to be having the time of her life. I didn't share her enthusiasm.

"I bet you thought you're pretty slick, taking pictures of my ass when I wasn't looking. Creepy fuck. Here's a little piece of advice - next time, make sure there aren't any cameras around, you moron."

Fuck. She knew. Can I really be angry with her for doing this to me? Maybe I deserved it. No, no, this is way over the top. Drugging me? Fuck no.

"I'll make you an offer. You spend the weekend here, being my slave, and I won't report you using the camera footage I got. You'll do EVERYTHING I say, no hesitation. I'll let you mull it over. Don't think about it too long. You know what they say - he who hesitates.." With that, she ripped another fart and slammed her ass, full weight, on my face. "...suffocates." She finished her own joke, cackling at her comedy genius. I was desperate, breathing with my nose pressed against her ass was hard enough, but her nasty fart lingering in my nostrils made it harder.

Soon, I was about to pass out, she lifted her ass up and looked down at me over her shoulder. "Well? Decided? Blink once for yes."

I blinked once.

"You agree, then? You'll serve me in any way I demand over the weekend in exchange for your freedom?" She asked with a self-satisfied, smug face.

I blinked once again, surrendering to my fate.

I imagined she'd have me do her calculus homework and shit, probably have me run errands or something. Anything was better than this dehumanizing punishment.

"Good, good." Sarah nodded approvingly, aware of her victory. She sat down on my lap, facing me. "It's a good thing I didn't shower today, makes this much more fun." She giggled and planted her feet in fluffy socks on my face.

It didn't really smell, thanks to the thick, insulating fabric. Sarah seemed to pick up on that as she started pulling the socks off. She took them off and then stuck her bare feet in my face. This was a different ballgame, her feet were covered in sweat and smelled musky and unwashed. She squeezed my nose with her toes, laughing hysterically.

"I want to hear deep whiffs, slave boy. Let me hear it."

I held my breath, which ticked her off. You could see the happiness in her face literally crumble and be replaced with anger. She started smacking me in the face with her slimy soles.

"I said fucking SNIFF them. You want me to report you and get you expelled, you fucking creep?!"

She was right, I had no choice. I started inhaling heavily with my nose, getting dizzy from the scent of Sarah's sweaty feet. She, on the other hand, seemed to thoroughly enjoy it.

"Mmm... That's a good boy, keep sniffing."

This went on for ten minutes, by the end of which I got lightheaded, visibly uncomfortable.

"Aww... Little slave would like to be able to breathe through his mouth?" She said in a mocking, baby-voice tone.

I just nodded, pleading with my watery eyes.

Sarah smirked and reached over to rip the tape off my mouth, but paused. She frowned and got really close in my face.

"You scream, you even open your fucking mouth without me telling you to, you speak without permission and I promise you - I will tape your mouth shut and sit on your nose for the whole weekend. And no, Mike, I'm not bluffing."

I hastily nodded before she ripped off the tape. I gasped, breathing through my mouth in relief.

"Thank y-".. SMACK. I get foot-slapped across my face.

"What did I just say, you stupid mutt?! If you wanna thank me, address me as Goddess Sarah. Well? The fuck you waiting for?! Thank me!"

I swallowed what little of my pride I had and sheepishly uttered "Thank you, Goddess Sarah." My already fragile ego crumbling at that moment.

"Oh, you're welcome, piggy. But actions speak louder than words." She said, leaning back, digging her elbows into my thighs as she put her right foot in front of my face.

"They're filthy from cheerleading practice, clean them with your tongue. Give them a good, proper licking until they're all shiny." She demanded with a glee to her voice.

I gulped, really not glad that I'm about to do this, as I stuck out my tongue and licked up and down her sole. The salty taste of sweat invades my taste buds as I lap away at her foot like a dog. She presses her foot into my face in a firm fashion, forcing me to essentially french kiss her sole. I licked and sucked on her heel before she stuffed her toes inside my mouth.

"Suck them clean and get in there between the toes with your tongue. I don't want any toe jam in there when you're finished."

Obediently, I started suckling on Sarah's toes, painted with white polish. Normally, I'd admire her beautiful, slender feet as I do find them pleasant to look at. That changes when they're all smelly and filthy. I try not to think about it as I diligently scoop out toe jam from between Sarah's toes and swallow it.

When Sarah was satisfied with the cleanliness of her foot, she shoved the other one in my face and I had to degrade myself all over again.

Snap. I pause with my eyes widened to see Sarah taking a picture with her foot stuffed in my mouth. She starts laughing her ass off while I open my mouth to protest, which nets me another smack in the face.

"I said no talking, bitch. I'm keeping this picture as insurance. Well. My feet look clean enough, so let's find something else for you to use your tongue on, hm?" She said with a smile that sent shivers down my spine. Her face lit up as if hit by a million dollar idea. She stood up, looming over me and started taking off her shorts, as well as her underwear. I was now looking up right at her shaven pussy, mesmerized. I could feel my dick standing up to attention and instinctively licked my lips. Sarah noticed my tent and burst out laughing.

"You don't really think I'll let you anywhere near my pussy, do you? Nuh-uh. You're getting the back door." She spun around, her gorgeous ass on display now. She went down to a squat, her ass hovering mere inches above my face. She spreads her cheeks, lightly pressing her asshole against my nose.

"Big sniff, Mikey. Come on."

I mustered all the courage I could and took a big whiff of her ass, which smelled like sweat mixed with farts. I gagged right after inhaling, which Sarah took offense to.

"You little cunt. How dare you gag in your Goddess' presence?!" She sat down on my face, my nose perfectly positioned against her asshole. She started grinding a little bit and I could feel my nose slowly sliding inside her asshole. I was doing my best to avoid it, but her asshole is so sweaty it had no point. Soon, my nose slid into her sweaty rosebud completely. Sarah put her hand over my open, breathing mouth.

"Get ready to sniff, loser." She said as she lifted her asshole up just enough for my nose to slide out of it and unleashed an echoing fart.

BRRRRAP!

"SNIFF, BITCH!" Sarah commanded authoritatively and I, like the bitch I am, started sniffing. Instantly, I was hit with a gas wave that smelled like rotten eggs and vegetables. I gagged again, forced to keep sniffing with Sarah's hand over my mouth. I desperately rationed my breathing. Sarah plopped her asshole down on my nose again, which slid in like a sword into a sheath. I had to take a breath, so I tried to sniff with my nose inside her asshole. It was almost impossible, but I managed to muster a big sniff. Big mistake. The smell of shit was so overwhelming I threw up in my mouth, which Sarah did not notice, thank fuck.

I could tell she started getting turned on by my utter humiliation, she let go of my mouth to start rubbing her clit, moaning softly.

A couple minutes in she paused and leaned forward, using her spare hand to navigate her index finger to her asshole. I watched, ultimately glad I was able to breathe normally for a bit. I avoided using my nose because it was caked in Sarah's asshole slime and residue. Sarah slid her long, index finger inside her asshole, all the way up to her knuckle. She went back and forth, rotating her finger around. I assumed she liked doing it, until she pulled the finger out slowly, revealing brown stains all over it and even chunks stuck under her fingernail.

She exhaled softly as the finger left her anus, and looked down at me over her shoulder with that all too familiar smug smirk.

"Open up, bitch boy." She said and I had just about enough.

"No fucking way." I retorted bravely, oblivious to my fatal mistake.

She went into a fit of rage, slapping me across the face violently and yelling "I SAID OPEN YOUR FUCKING MOUTH, YOU LITTLE SLUT, OR YOU'LL REGRET IT!" The fiery, burning anger in her eyes was enough to scare me shitless. Reluctantly, I gave up and slowly opened my mouth. Almost instantly, she calmed down and put on her blissful smile again. I was convinced she's a psychopath or a sociopath, something. These kinds of mood swings aren't normal.

My uneducated diagnostic of Sarah's psyche was cut short by her sliding her shit-stained finger in my mouth.

"Suck it. Thoroughly. I dont want to see a speck of brown on it."

I whimpered as I closed my mouth around Sarah's filthy finger, applying saliva to it as I started sucking the stains of shit off her finger, doing my very best not to gag.

It was bizarre, it tasted almost sweet, if it weren't for the repugnant smell and the earthly, bitter taste. I sucked her shitty finger as if my life depended on it, leaving it almost spotless.

Sarah pulled her finger out from my mouth and inspected it closely. She sighed before taking a couple more swigs from the vodka bottle on the nightstand.

"Flash your teeth, you left the best part under my nail." I opened my mouth, raising my lips enough for my teeth to be visible. Sarah brought her nail to my front tooth and scraped off the layer of her shit into it.

"Good boy. Now close your mouth and suck the shit off your teeth." I cringed at her saying, somehow, her reminding me of what I'm doing right now just adds to the humiliation and suffering. Nevertheless, I obey and scrape the bits of shit off my tooth with my tongue and swallow.

"Let's put that filthy little tongue of yours to better use, shall we?" Said Sarah with a flashy smile on her face before brushing her slimy asshole against my lips.

"Lick your goddess' butthole, slave. Get it nice and wet and get to cleaning."

My hesitation became apparent to Sarah when I didn't immediately start sucking on that disgusting hole and was punished with a wet fart.

PFFFSSCHT!

A little of brown-ish liquid sprayed on my lips, I shiver in disgust but before I could do anything about it, Sarah sat down on my face again, which prompted me to open my mouth slightly, enough for the foul fart liquid to ooze in my mouth. It tasted just wrong, but somehow I knew it'd only get worse.

"Do I need to repeat myself again for the benefit of your retarded brain that still hasn't realized that you belong to ME?!" She yelled, lifting her ass off my squished face.

"N-no, Goddess Sarah. I apologize." I groveled like the subhuman I was treated as.

"WELL?!" She continued yelling with a disciplinary look on her face.

I knew what she wanted, I wasn't happy about it, or proud. But I had no fucking choice. I stuck out my tongue and started circling around Sarah's icky anus. It probably wouldn't taste so bad if she hadn't spent the last hour ejecting gas through it, I told myself as I thoroughly circled my tongue around her rosebud.

Sarah clearly took a shine to this, because she started to moan lightly, and I could feel her fingers touching her pussy. As she got more into it, she started grinding her asshole on my tongue. It got looser, my tongue almost entering her anus with her every move.

"Mmm, stick that tongue in, deep as you can." She whispered under her breath, definitely turned on.

I braced myself before slowly sliding my tongue into her hole, Sarah pushed and puckered her asshole against my tongue, I did my best not to think about how disgusting that is as I kept inserting my tongue in there, feeling her pushing against it. The taste inside was very bitter, I did my best not to venture too far inside, lest something be waiting for me.