Parting gift

When you return to the house, Victoria is in the main room to greet you. Seeing your obvious state of arousal and disarray, she slaps your hands away from the straps on your panties. Leaving you completely nude. You are then instructed to clean the kitchen, bathrooms, and finish their laundry.

You finally finish around mid-night and are feeling completely exhausted. As you make your way back to the front of the house, you see Victoria sitting on the couch casually flipping through a magazine, but there's no denying she's clearly enjoying the view of your fully exposed body.

You blush and sheepishly smile as she leads you by the hand upstairs, your heart racing with anticipation. Just like last night, she ties you securely to the end of her bed. The familiar knot around your wrists tightens, reminding you of your helplessness and surrender. But this time is different—she leaves your blindfold off, and your eyes feast on the sight of Victoria slowly stripping in front of you. Your breath catches in your throat as her flawless skin is revealed layer by tantalizing layer. You are in heaven when she finally stands before you completely naked. Despite being tied down, desperately struggling against your restraints to reach out and touch her, you can't help but moan with desire. The way Victoria watches you squirm, the evil glee twisting her lips into a devious grin—it's driving you crazy with need. Scooting closer on all fours like a cat stalking its prey, Victoria wriggles her pussy right in your face. Her scent overwhelms you—sweet and musky, irresistible and intoxicating. Your cock throbs painfully, aching for release, but it's nowhere near close to being satisfied.

You don't need to be told twice and your whole body vibrates as you realize you're going to taste your Victoria’s pussy. You try every trick you've seen and spend the next 2 hours eating her out to multiple orgasms. You're pleased to hear her increasing moans and writhing guiding you on your journey. If she's silent, you do something different; if she's loud, you do whatever you were doing more.

Finally, around 2 AM, Victoria passes out, her pussy still shoved dripping into your face. You remain bound tightly at the foot of the bed, hornier than you could ever imagine as precum leaks out of your cock like a sieve. You finally drift off to sleep with her juices completely covering your face and her wet pussy inches from your nose, ensuring that you breathe in her intoxicating scent deep into your lungs.

Tomorrow is your last day and is supposed to end at noon. So, even if you are completely naked now, your nudity will be brief, and you can serve out the rest of your sentence at the Sorority House in private. All you have to do is just make it through one last test.

The next morning is a repeat of the day before. A blindfolded shower with an untold number of hands washing every part of your body. Then, still completely naked, you are lead down into the main area of the house.

“I know you think you are almost home free and if can make it through this morning you might escape being **** to parade around campus naked. “Well, we will see about that” Victoria says with a sinister grin.

You feel two hands grab your wrists, pull them above your head, and secure them with handcuffs. And another girl approaches you will a helium filled balloon. She places the thin ribbon holding the ballon in your mouth and orders you to close your mouth. Sweat starts to trickle down your forehead.

"Okay, John, you're almost done with your humiliating ordeal. Just keep quiet and follow my instructions. For the next fifteen minutes, any girl here can do anything she wants to you. She can tickle you, lick you, stroke you, but she can't hurt you. All you have to do is keep that balloon from touching the ceiling. If you do that, you’re done. If not, well, we’ll cross that bridge when we need to."

As you listen intently to her words, the massive crowd of girls erupts into raucous laughter and thunderous applause. The creativity of this challenge only seems to fuel their determination more than ever before to contribute their own form of torment in order to coax your mouth open. Terror grips your very core as you take in the seemingly endless line of eager participants, all too ready and waiting to tease your stubbornly closed mouth open.

You nod in agreement and brace yourself for the erotic ****. You are holding on valiantly for the first few girls. You use every ounce of your strength to keep from bursting out in laughter or moans. Girl after girl approaches you and strokes your chest, licks your nipples, tickles your stomach and underarms, but somehow, you valiantly hold on.

You are shaking and groaning but your teeth remain firmly gripped on the string, worried as you know you're slowly losing your grip, your whole body shaking uncontrollably. Knowing you only have a few more girls to endure, you double your resolve, but your cock is not cooperating with your plans. Completely erect and now severely leaking and several girls point at the puddle forming at your feet. The precum flowing from you is pretty steady and already makes for quite a sticky mess.

As you're nearing the end of the ordeal, you grow increasingly hopeful that you might make it out unscathed. Unfortunately for you, your hopes are soon shattered when, to your utmost terror but also growing arousal, you spot Victoria emerging from the crowd.

She saunters over to you with a sinister smirk on her face, her eyes locked onto yours. "Oh, John," she purred, running her fingernails softly down your chest and stomach, making goosebumps erupt all over your body. You try desperately not to moan as she reaches between your legs and starts rubbing the head of your cock.

"You've done so well," she whispers in your ear, her breath tickling the sensitive lobe. Then with a wicked grin adds, "I think you've earned a little treat."

You stare in disbelief as girl after girl approaches you, each one removing their panties before slowly lowering them onto your cockhead. The sensation of the soft, delicate fabric brushing against such sensitive skin makes you groan involuntarily, causing the balloon to wobble dangerously close to the ceiling.

"Oh, look at how excited you're getting," Victoria chuckles maliciously. "You must really like being humiliated and dominated by beautiful women, don't you?"

Your cock throbs in anticipation as it grows heavier with each new pair of panties added to the already impressive display dangling from your aching member.

The girls continue to surround you, circling slowly, their eyes feasting on your helpless, exposed state. Your cock is now completely covered in a colorful patchwork of lace and cotton, each pair of panties hanging delicately from its waistband.

You feel a strong tug on your neck, and before you can react, Victoria has grabbed hold of you, pulling your face close to hers. Her lips lock onto yours in a passionate kiss as you see the balloon slowing floating to the ceiling. You struggle futilely against the binds around your wrists to catch it, but it’s gone. As she pulls away, her eyes meet yours, and you feel something in your mouth…a handcuff key.

Victoria then adds her panties to your cock by running her hand all the way up and down your shaft, causing you to finally lose control. You moan loudly as an unimaginable wave of pleasure washes over you, making your entire body tense up like a bowstring. The sensation is so intense that you black out and are only awaken by your body hitting the ground. You lay there drenched in sweat and as you cock continues to spasm cover you and all the panties in your cum.

You blink several times as you become aware of the silence that now reigns over the room. Slowly, you open your eyes to find Victoria standing tall, proud, and bottomless next to you.

"You can let yourself out," she says sweetly before turning and walking away, leaving you alone with the now-silent room covered in panties and cum.

Freedom is finally within reach as you frantically search for the handcuff key in your mouth. Your hands shake uncontrollably as you fumble with the lock, eventually freeing yourself from the humiliating bondage.

Another girl walks in and throws your gym bag you came there with at you. You clean yourself up the best you can and feel a sense of relief as you finally get dressed in your own clothes again.

“Don’t forget your parting gifts,” one girl tells you looking at the panties. You stuff them in your bag and make your way towards the front door. Towards freedom!

The cool autumn wind greets you as you step outside, fresh air filling your lungs with each deep breath. Your whole body aches from the intense physical and emotional turmoil you've been through, but a small part of you can't deny that there was an element of perverse pleasure mixed in with all the humiliation and degradation.

You don't say much when you get back to the Phi Sig house. You’re just glad to be back.