A Nice Little Speech

I stood before the assembled 200 members of the Ypsilon Kappa Sorority, filling the lecture hall that I had reserved for this particular occasion. On one side of me was Candace, current treasurer of said sorority. She wore a sparkly red cocktail dress with swirls of fire cut out of it, exposing a dark nipple on one of her perky tits. The hemline stopped just short of covering her shaved cunt, which somewhat ruined the elegant effect it might otherwise have had. On my other side was Amber Carmichael, rival of my teenage years. She wore nothing at all, and did not look the least bit happy about it. This was likely in part due to the fact that it exposed the new additions to her skin. On her front, she had the traditional mark of one of my sluts; a to-scale womb that was being stuffed with a life size depiction of my cock, spurting it full of cum. Her asscheek sported the label “This **** is the property of Leonardo Segeste,” although it was not visible to the audience. Demeaning as these were, they were also typical for my slaves. I had decided to go above and beyond with Amber, though, just to make her suffer all the more. Each of her arms sported a naked woman in heels on her knees, lips wrapped around a tall, muscular man’s fat cock. The man was obviously me, while the two women were Amber and her mother Christine. Above her asscheeks on her back were the words ‘Daddy’s Little Slut’. I would likely add more in time. But it was a physical sign that this bitch was mine, my property, a worthless whore, who would never escape me.

My attention turned back to my audience. Ypsilon Kappa was highly prestigious on campus, and highly selective of its members. The bitches gathered here were universally gorgeous, and universally dressed in clothes designed to advertise their whorishness. In short, model Segian women.

There was an air of apprehension about, mixing with the air of lust that was always present when I was in a room full of women. These sluts likely had their suspicions about what was going on; they had all seen my **** message to Amber, after all. But none truly knew what would happen next.

I turned and nodded to Amber. She would start us off. As she began to speak, she seemed to barely be holding back tears of humiliation, or perhaps of anger, and her voice held a slight tremor. It made sense; here she was, displaying her body for all to see, permanently marked with the sign of her ultimate defeat to her biggest rival. I quite enjoyed that.

“Ypsilon Kappa, you’ve been gathered here today to hear about some new changes that our proud sorority will be undergoing. Firstly, we have found a new sponsor.” Though she said it without enthusiasm, the crowd erupted in cheers at Amber’s words. They were excited for the cash infusion that the new sponsorship would bring, yes, but it wasn’t the main reason for their glee. Given my presence on stage, it was obvious who the new sponsor was. The prestige and clout that would be brought to the sorority by being backed by a Segeste, and a global celebrity too, was certainly nothing to scoff at. And then there was the prospect of fucking me to add to the mix.

Amber waited for the cheers to subside, which took more than a few moments. Finally, she was able to resume. “Leonardo Segeste, Chairman of the City Council and professor here at SWU, has generously agreed to be our sorority’s new sponsor. I’m sure I don’t need to explain what that entails. The other peace of news is that I will be stepping down as sorority president. Per the desires of Mr. Segeste, we will forgo the standard election to fill the position, and it will instead go to Candace here.”

Candace gave a wave to the crowd, and more cheers followed. She was quite popular among the sisters, certainly more so than Amber, the stuck-up bitch. And no one was going to complain too much about not having an election. My word was law, after all.

Amber stepped aside, while Candace walked up to the microphone to give her introduction. “Thank you, girls! I’m so grateful to be your new president. You can be sure that a lot is going to change around here!” Everyone was enthusiastic about that. No more of Amber’s feminist drivel, that much was for certain. “Now, let’s have a big cheer for our new sugardadd– sponsor, Mr. Segeste!”

This time, the cheer was even louder, with girls jumping up from their seats and shaking around their tits for my viewing pleasure. Several pairs of panties were tossed up onto the stage.

Candace resumed her speech, going on about some of the logistical items on her agenda as president. I stopped listening at that point, and instead made my way next to Amber. She seemed to be fuming, seeing her (other) rival winning the game of social hierarchy that the two had been playing. She surely knew there was no coming back from this.

I gladly interrupted her thoughts with a grab of her asscheeks. I squeezed them possessively, as I leaned in close, asking “What does it taste like? Defeat? I wouldn’t know.”

I could feel Amber shiver as she turned up to me, her face set in an angry pout. She seemed about to spit out an angry comment, but then thought better of it apparently. That was good; she was learning. “I will accept my new place, sir.” The statement carried considerably more aggression than it should have. Heh, even now, she was still unwilling to concede defeat.

Yet defeated she was, even as she remained unwilling to admit it. Case in point; my hand, freely groping and exploring her supple ass, claiming it like the property it was. Not subtly, either. Though it was not directly visible to them, every girl in the audience could see exactly what was happening. And every one of them no doubt wished to take Amber’s place. I was sure she would gladly swap with any one of them.

Or would she? My plundering of her cheeks inevitably led me downwards, and a finger along her cunt revealed, unsurprisingly, that she was soaking wet to the touch. It was simply a natural physiological response for any girl in my presence. There was nothing Amber could do about it, no matter how much she hated me. And, oh, how that must have rankled her.

As Amber’s other cheeks reddened, I asked, “What’s this, you filthy little whore? I know what you want. What you’ve wanted all along. Well, you’ll have to wait for it longer than this.”

Inevitably, unconsciously, her eyes found themselves glancing at my cock. My superhuman manhood, impossible to hide even through my pants. Ready and waiting, an eternal presence in the slut’s every thought. The ultimate weapon of her defeat– and of her rebirth. As my ****.

But, as I had told her, I did not plan to make use of it on her just yet. Nor was I looking to finger her wet, needy cunt, however much I was sure she would have enjoyed that. No, instead I strayed back upwards, to my true target. To her rosy pink asshole, ready and waiting, clenched against my presence. A virgin hole, I was sure. There was no way she would ever let any man take it willingly. And she had just enough clout to ensure no man was in a position to demand it of her. Or she used to be, anyway. I looked forward to claiming it fully for myself.

This, though? This was just an appetizer. I doubted she was ready for this, but she was really not ready for the real thing. This was only a taste of what was waiting. I doubt those thoughts were running through her mind, though, as I **** my way in with a finger. And not just any finger; but my middle one. An incredibly deliberate act.

Amber’s virgin hole clenched around my digit, squeezing and convulsing, seemingly trying to **** me out. But I only pushed deeper, into the asshole that was now mine to use. Working back and forth, I eventually managed to get all the way to the base of my finger. All the while thinking of how much deeper I would be later.

Amber was mortified, in a state of shock and humiliation. It was written all over her face. Yet she said nothing, beyond the initial gasp of shock, followed by a persistent mewling, which she was clearly trying to suppress. What could she possibly say? There was no biting retort that would win her this game.

Eventually, finally, I put an end to it. Took my finger out of Amber’s ass, leaving her hole gaping slightly. By this point, Candace had finished her speech, and was watching my little show with no small degree of glee. As was every bitch in the lecture hall. Utterly unintimidated by the mass of staring eyes, I held up my middle finger, sticking it out right in front of Amber’s lips. It was clean, but it had just been in her ass, nevertheless.

Thus was it the ultimate humiliation when I Commanded, “Spread your cheeks for the crowd. And suck your ass off my finger, you dirty fucking slut.”

And just like that, though burning up inside and out, no doubt with every emotion under the sun, Amber did as I had ordered. She simply could not help herself; her body responded to my words without any input from the rest of her. She angled herself such that when she spread her cheeks, exposing her glistening pussy and recently-plundered asshole, the audience could see it as well as her mouth and my finger. And then she sucked me off, my middle finger, her soft lips wrapping around me, greedily and sluttily and loudly putting on the show of a vigorous, whorish, expert blowjob on my digit. Right there, for everyone to see.

My fucking bitch.