"Downknicker Panty Parade!"

“Ladies and gentlemen,” says Chad, leader of the Delta Omegas, back in his letterman jacket, quite some time later. “As you know, today is a very special day for our humble fraternity. It’s the birthday of Julius Q. Downknicker, legendary nineteenth-century philanthropist and our illustrious founder. That’s right, folks. It’s Downknicker Day.”

The crowd cheers politely, though not excessively. Chad has them gathered on the lawn outside the boatshed, with an excellent view of the river. It’s one of Waxford’s main tourist attractions. It winds right through the heart of the town, visible from all the busiest streets, with dozens of little shops and cafes and restaurants set up along its edge.

“And what better way to pay homage to our illustrious founding father?” says Chad, grinning widely, “than a show in his honour? A show to celebrate everything that makes Delta Omega Mu great? We try to come up with something special every year, folks, and we’re sure you’re going to really like this one. I give you, for the public entertainment of all Waxford… this year’s official Downknicker Panty Parade!”

The doors of the boatshed swing open.

A long wooden boat putters out into the sunlight, its engine whirring as it glides across the still surface of the river. A frat boy in a captain’s hat is sitting by the tiller, piloting it towards the middle of the river. A huge Delta Omega Mu flag flies from a tall central mast. Attached to the flag, fluttering gently in the breeze, is a long string of girls’ panties.

“MMMFFF!”

Tiffany, the leader of the Epsilon Nu Phi sorority house, archenemies of the Deltas, is mounted to the front of the boat as a figurehead. She’s lashed in place with strong ropes, gagged with cloth, legs parted, arms behind her back, gleaming in the sunlight as if she’s been coated with some kind of oil. She’s stark naked. ΕΝΦ SUX! ΔΩΜ ROX! has been scribbled across her body in permanent marker.

The crowd goes wild.

Beth, Lily and Kitty, along with a dozen other girls, all squeal into their gags, blazing with frustration and fury as the boat begins its steady progress along the Downknicker. The entire Supreme Leadership Council of Epsilon Nu Phi, plus several extras, has been **** by some trick or other, stripped naked, gagged, oiled up and mounted on poles along both sides of the long, slow boat, presented in all their nude glory to the cheering audience that’s rapidly arrayed itself along both sides of the river.

Bare breasts jiggle. Hips flex. Bushes in ginger, black and gold are presented between twitching thighs for the town’s consideration. Tiffany, it turns out, shaves her pussy, a choice she is now deeply regretting as the engine purrs and the boat continues its steady progress towards bustling downtown Waxford.

“Ladies and gentlemen. I give you our old enemies, Epsilon Nu Phi… COMPLETELY NAKED!”

The river rings from side to side with cheers, whistles and catcalls as the crowd breaks into a spontaneous chant of “Epsilon sucks! Gammas rock!” Hundreds of cameras flash, capturing the mortified Epsilon girls in all their trembling majesty. The gagged shrieks of the Council, a diverse crew of refined and model-gorgeous girls, are inaudible below the din as the boat makes its stately progress down the river.

“MMFFFF!” squeal Beth, Lily and Kitty, hanging side by side from their display poles, fixed firmly in place by strong, though not uncomfortable ropes. (Bondage is one of the skills that every good Gamma is expected to learn, along with football, watercolour painting and how to bluff at poker.) The indignity’s unbearable. The crowd roars with laughter at the spectacle of their quivering defeat, their gleaming oiled breasts and parted twitching thighs, their pussies lewdly presented for the public’s delectation. Zoom lenses ensure that not a single detail is missed.

“COMPLETELY NAKED!” shouts Chad again, into his megaphone. He just likes the sound of it. He jumped on board the vessel just before it departed, and clearly intends to stay aboard for its entire two-hour tour.

“That’s right, everyone! Epsilon Nu Phi are COMPLETELY NAKED! That’ll teach them to mess with Deltas, folks! Girls, girls, girls! I know you like naked girls, folks! But not just any girls! Epsilon Nu Phi girls! Yes, it’s the most stuck-up, snooty, exclusive sorority in town, and we’ve got them on the ship COMPLETELY NAKED for your viewing pleasure! It’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, folks! You won’t want to miss it! Come and see the snootiest Epsilon Nu Phi girls stripped COMPLETELY NAKED by the heroes of Delta Omega Mu!”