Final Task

The three girls burst out laughing as you practically collapse on the ground in exhaustion from the stress of what you just went through. The pair of white lacey boy-shorts clung tightly in your hand. You just hope that this is it and you can now head back to the Omegas house. Especially since you feel your panties starting the lose the battle with your growing hard-on.

“You think you’re done?” The blonde tilts her head to the side in mock surprise. “I thought I told you to get one pair from three girls.” she says, raising an eyebrow as if she’s completely unfazed by your display of exhaustion.

“You just said to ask three girls” You protest between ragged breaths, your face flushed red with embarrassment and shame.

“Well, that’s not what I heard?” The brunette next to her pipes up, a smug smile playing on her lips as she looks down at you from her perch on the bench. “Now go back out there, cupcake,” she says, using her index finger to point towards the crowded quad. “And this time make sure you come back with three pairs of panties.”

Your eyes widen in horror as your heart sinks into your stomach. You whine pathetically, trying and failing miserably to hide the panic and dread bubbling up inside of you.

“That wasn’t good enough,” The blonde says coldly, her tone leaving no room for argument. “Now go, cupcake. And this time don’t come back until you’ve collected all three pairs of panties.” She adds, emphasizing the severity of your predicament with a sharp nudge to your arm.

You reluctantly stand up, feeling like all the air has been sucked out of your lungs as you begin to stumble away from the three cruel goddesses that seem to be tormenting you for their own twisted amusement. The thought of having to approach another girl and ask them for something so intimate and personal makes your entire body tremble with fear and shame.

As you walk through the crowded quad, avoiding eye contact with anyone who might recognize you in your current state, you can’t help but feel like everyone’s eyes are on you, judging you harshly for what you’re being **** to do.

Steeling yourself against the wave of nervousness washing over you, you **** yourself to stop in front of a group of giggling freshman girls, trying your best to maintain eye contact despite the pounding of your heart in your ears. “Hi,” You manage to croak out, clearing your throat before trying again. “So, uh... as part of our fraternity hazing, we have to collect a variety of undergarments from girls on campus and create... an art installation for charity.”

The three girls look at each other in confusion for a moment before one of them, a curvy brunette with big blue eyes, shrugs. “Well, I guess it’s for a good cause,” she says hesitantly. “But you have to promise me that you won’t... you know... wear them or anything weird like that.”

You nod frantically, your words caught in your throat by how close she is to you. “Yeah, yeah! Of course not!” You practically squeak out, blushing even deeper than before as a giggle escapes from one of the other girls in the group.

The brunette slowly reaches down between her legs and hesitantly lifts up the hem of her skirt just high enough for you to see the lacey pink thong that’s been hiding beneath it. “Here,” She says shyly, slipping them off and dropping them into your trembling palm before quickly pulling her skirt back down again.

“Thanks so much!” You manage a weak grin before practically sprinting away from the group of giggling girls, your heart pounding in your chest as you feel the fabric of your panties struggling to keep your hard-on at bay.

You take a moment to catch your breath and collect yourself as you try to calm down from the adrenaline rush that was just coursing through your veins. Once you’ve calmed down somewhat, you notice another group of girls sitting on a bench nearby.

Mustering up all the courage you can muster, you walk over to them, trying not to trip over your own feet as you do so. “Hi,” You manage to croak out again, mentally cursing your luck for making this day such a hellish nightmare.

“What do you want?” The Asian girl in the middle of the group snaps at you, not even looking in your direction. Her friends around her chuckle quietly to themselves as if she just said something hilariously witty.

You repeat yourself, trying your best not to sound too ****. “We’re... uh... doing a charity art project, and we need more underwear for it.”

The Asian girl finally looks up at you, her dark eyes seeming to bore into your very soul. She takes a long, slow moment to appraise you before finally reaching down and lifting up the hem of her skirt just high enough to reveal a pair of black lacey panties that cling tightly to her slender thighs.

“You want my panties?” she asks coldly while standing up.

Suddenly, you find yourself surrounded by her and her friends, when one of them pushes your chest causing you to lose balance and fall on your rear.

The Asian girl straddles over top of you giving you a clear view straight up her skirt. “Tell me why I should give you, my panties?”

“Oh Jesus!” You stutter out in panic as your cock starts to rise steadily, and you feel fabric tearing apart. This has got to be a nightmare; your erection is destroying your only clothing item!

“It’s for charity art installation” you barely managed to stutter out.

“Oh, well if it is for charity,” she says in a tone that you cannot tell if she is being sarcastic or serious. Then while straddling your head, she starts to pull down her panties and they land directly on our face.

You feel like are about to burst out of your panties right now, but somehow miraculously, the fabric holds, as you pick yourself up and head back over the Omegas, now with three pair of panties.

When you approach them, you notice all three girls are now sitting with their legs slightly spread, this causes your excitement to grow so much the fabric finally gives way under the pressure of your hard cock straining against its confines. The tiny strings snap and your already impressively erect member grows even harder, throbbing uncontrollably as it pushes even further outward.

You are completely naked now, and to the delight of all of the girls present. You can see that your penis is visibly dripping with pre-cum onto the ground.

You almost reach for your panties but catch yourself. You know you will be punished if you act too rashly. The Omega girls present applaud your performance and tell you to collect the remains of your “uniform” and head back to the house. You have passed your task for the day. Your face red with humiliation, you try to hold up the panties by the broken string, while run the rest of the way to the sorority house. As you run, you hear the crowd of girls applauding and whistling.