Chapter 3

The room was dimly lit, the moonlight casting eerie shadows on the walls. Tim sat between the beds, his knees aching from the hard floor, his mind processing it all. The way the college girl’s looked, one angry, looking like she was going to physically hurt him and the other, who seemed to be hurt emotionally by what he had done. Tim didn’t want to get hurt, but the devastation on the brown haired girl’s face was ripping him up inside all while his brain betrayed him as it reminded Tim how he had failed and in doing so was risking his college career or worse him ending up on some sexual predators list. ‘Okay, okay.’ he tried to formulate a plan, to try and add some control to the chaos his actions brought. ‘Step one, apologize, I already did that, we will do it again and again.’ he nodded to himself, unable to keep his mind fully on task, the more the reality of how bad this could be for him percolated. ‘Do whatever it is they want and… apologize again, yeah. We need to make this right and then, yeah. Then we can think of how to make things right with Jake. Maybe if I went to the president I could explain… would that make Jake angry if I went over him? Shit, maybe…’ The sound of the door creaking open made him jump and interrupted his train of thought as light from the hallway brought much needed illumination to the room. There in the doorway, outlined by the light he could see Emily and Sarah, their expressions stern and collected.

Emily stepped forward, her eyes narrowing as she looked down at the younger man who looked much more like a boy to him with his nervous, even fearful energy and small stature. "Alright, let's get this over with. Start talking."

“Start talking?” Tim's voice trembled as he asked, his mind suddenly going from twenty thoughts at once to none, his brain offering no suggestions on what he should talk about. When the only reply from her or the other young woman came in the form of Sarah stepping into the room as well and turning on the overhead light attached to the bedroom fan.

“Ahh, I’m Timothy Thompson, nineteen years old freshman… I should have umm started last yeah but I didn’t fill out the paperwork on time.. I ahh, I procrastinated too much and then my Dad made me get a job to teach me… you ah didn’t mean I should tell you about myself… did you?” He asked when he saw the girl’s expression darken.

What Tim was missing was how Sarah was having a hard time keeping the hard expression on her face. Her looking at this boy a year younger than her with his golden blonde hair and soft hazel eyes seemed so much more like a kid that got put up to something by an older sibling, something she had done more than once and had fallen victim to nearly as much growing up. It didn’t change the feeling of being violated, a boy coming into her private space to steal something of hers, but it did soften the experience, it helped that she thought he looked sorta cute. “Timothy Thompson…” Sarah said his name like she was tasting every letter one at a time. “Sarah Johnson, twenty years old.” she pointed to herself before motioning to her friend. “Emily Donnalds, she is twenty two.”

“What?” Sarah asked defensively when her friend gave her an expression that she could easily read that very much said “What the fuck?”

The interaction in front of him broke some of the tension for the young man, not enough to make his spiked anxiety go away, but it was enough for him to actually really take in the two girls. Sarah seemed to be just a little shorter than himself, maybe five five with chocolate brown hair with a swooping bangs up front, her long mane hanging down to mid back with soft brown eyes. The shirt she wore hung on her in a way that made it seem they were a size too large, hanging down past her hips, it was one of those shades of color that he couldn’t say exactly what color it really was, maybe a shade of pink or some really light purple. She wore it along with some dark cotton pants, the outfit making her look more like she had worn pajamas when she was out and about. as he began to explain.

Emily, who still seemed like she might flay him if he did the wrong thing, had dirty brown hair in an uneven bob cut to her shoulders. While Sarah was shorter than him, not that many people were, Emily seemed more like she could be a model with what he guessed her at, around five foot ten with a tight fit body that she didn’t mind showing off. Though she did it in a more casual way that showed confidence, not her trying to draw attention. Her wearing a pink babydoll t-shirt that exposed her midriff along with some dark brown canvas shorts that stopped on her upper thigh, letting much of her long legs be exposed.

To Tim, who in all his experiences with the other sex consisted of going to his eighth grade dance with a cousin, thought both of them were pretty in their own ways. Sarah was cute, seeming affable. While Emily could easily be described as beautiful, but had hard edges to her personality that made him scared to not piss her off… and he had so he couldn’t trust himself with his assessment. None of that was going to come out of his mouth, he wasn’t a genius, but he wasn’t so socially stupid to tell the girls who caught him stealing panties that he thought they were pretty.

When Emily’s glare turned back to him, Tim instantly found himself talking once more to give her what she wanted, his mind having focused enough to at least know the right topic to spill the beans on. He did feel a pang of guilt as he spoke, the words spilling out before he even really considered what he was saying, knowing that he was betraying Jake just to save his own skin. Jake had been like a big brother to him… in that as the vice president of the frat, the person who welcomed him, allowed him to stay at the house during initiation… the man that gave him a chance. Jake was someone Tim looked up to and wanted to impress. The thought of betraying him made his stomach churn, yet he did so. Tim wanted to say he had ****, but there was one and he had made it. "It was a dare, not a dare, but a sort of dare. You know where you are told… No. Hmm, initiation that is the word. Everyone over at Omega Omega Kappa has to do this and Jake.” Tim cringed at saying the young man’s first name, feeling the betrayal even as he continued. “Jake McGraff, I don’t know if Jake is short for Jacob or something else, it could be just Jake but he is the vice president Omega Omega Kappa, did I already tell you… yeah, some say they just go by the name Okay, but I have only heard them saying that so I don’t know, but I’m not calling them liars… he stopped talking as he Emily held out a hand for him to stop and he saw the little bit of friendliness, fade from Sarah’s face.

Sarah's face contorted with disgust. "A panty raid? Really? That's so cliché and disgusting. It's like something out of that old movie **** of the Nerds, God is that movie so problematic. You think violating girls makes you a man?"

Tim shook his head rapidly enough that his ponytail fluttered about, his eyes welling up with tears. "No, I didn't think like that, or about that or anything. I just wanted to prove myself. I wanted to be one of the guys, to fit in. Jake said everyone had to do it!"

Emily's voice was cold and calculating. "Did you see anyone else do this?”

“Ahh, no but I could have been the first.”

Narrowing her eyes at the teen on his knees, Emily glanced over to her friend, raising an eyebrow. It was a silent question, but to her annoyance Sarah didn’t even look in her direction so she went back to their prisoner. “If you want to violate girls to be a man, then you’re going to learn exactly what that feels like."

Tim's heart sank as the gravity of his situation pressed in him. He had no idea what she meant or what was in store for him, but he knew it wouldn't be pleasant.

The first command Tim had gotten had been to sit and stay in one spot, it would have been more comfortable to actually sit on the floor instead of kneeling, he wasn’t even sure why he chose the position he was in, but here he was. The second command came a few heartbeats after Emily had told him how he was going to learn what it feels like, he just wasn’t sure of the exact topic or focus of what she meant to even have an inkling of what was to come.

Emily's next command was clear and unyielding. "Strip. Now."

Tim hesitated, “Strip?” he asked even as his hands trembled with the ill fitting sweater he had on, while he stayed in place, not even bothering to stand to follow her direction. The room was silent enough that he could hear the spinning of overhead fan, the only other noise seemingly to be the soft rustle of fabric as he slowly removed his clothes, piece by piece.

Emily’s head cocked slightly to the side as she saw the kid trying to disrobe while staying on the floor, getting his sneakers off and then struggling with his black cargo shorts. “Just stand up to do that.” she said, exacerbated. “And when I say strip, I mean everything.”

Standing before the two young women naked before them, the blonde teen felt a wave of shame wash over him. He had never been this exposed in front of anyone, let alone two pretty girls. The idea of being naked in front of them was a nightmare come true. He had always been self-conscious about his body, and now every imperfection and vulnerability was laid bare for them to see.

“Move your hands.” Emily said with little emotion in her voice. Part of the point of this was to make him feel violated like she did, like Sarah did and him covering his privates wasn’t going to work.

With Emily and Sarah circling him like vultures, Tim could feel their eyes roaming over his body with a critical gaze. A burning warmth came to Tim’s face as he blushed brightly with embarrassment, his hands instinctively covering his groin once more, and then moving them, remembering he had just been told to not cover himself or at least he assumed that is what she meant. Tim had never even changed in gym class in front of other boys, always going to change in the stalls. Sure he had gotten teased for it, but boys being what they are always turned on one another with someone else asking the teaser why he wants to look at Tim’s body. Tim wasn’t the source of the question, it was to tease the teaser, but he had still felt it. The thought of getting naked in front of a girl, to do it in front of two was almost too much to bear.

Sarah plucked the pair of panties off Emily’s bed where the younger boy had tossed them. The pink thong with the little red bow at the waist band. She didn’t want them anymore, not after he touched them, so she crumbled them up into a ball and lightly tossed the pink thong into his face. "You wanted them so bad that you were going to steal them? Put it on." She said, sliding her dresser drawer closed. Sarah couldn’t muster the same sternness in her voice as Emily, not that Tim seemed to notice with his bright red cheeks, his full body on display. ‘He isn’t very big.’ She thought, not that she had a great deal of experience.

Tim hesitated, swallowing hard as his hands shook when he reached for the thong that had hit him in the face and fell to the floor. “You want me too…”

“Do as you're told, unless you want me to call campus police on the little pervert we found in our room.” Emily threatened.

Slipping the thin piece of fabric over his feet pulling the article of clothing up, he felt a strange sensation. The soft fabric against his skin was unfamiliar and intimate, they belonged to a cute girl and he was now putting them on. To his horror, he felt a stir of arousal. Tim’s face somehow blushed a deeper red from embarrassment as he realized he was not just getting turned on by the panties, he was growing hard. Tim was aware he wasn’t physically endowed, but the sensation and sight of his dick pushing on the underwear was undeniable.

Emily noticed his reaction and smirked. "Well, well, look who's enjoying this. The pervert shows his true colors."

Tim's face burned with shame as he stood there, the thong clinging to his skin, the strip of cloth in the back not pushing up between his ass cheeks, but so foreign that he couldn’t ignore it or the constant reminder of his humiliation. He had never kissed a girl, and now he was standing half-naked in front of two of them, wearing a pink thong, feeling things he didn't understand.

Pressing her hand to her face to hide her mouth Emily pressed her lips together inside her mouth like she was covering her teeth as she took little Timmy in. She wasn’t able to keep the angry expression on her face, though she was sure the kid didn’t notice how he seemed to look directly at the ground like he wanted it to swallow him so he could just die right here. “Sarah, go in the basement and get the box for charity and the costume box. Let's see if we can make Timmy here pretty.”

With a nod and a thumbs up Sarah departed the room as Emily sat down on the edge of her own bed, crossing her legs as she took him in, feeling a rush of power with the control she had over him. “Timmy, hands to your sides, wrists out so they are pointing to the floor and turn around in a slow circle till Sarah gets back.”

It wasn’t long before Sarah came back into the room holding a single box that was put together with tape that had been written on in black marker reading Charity. Though to Tim it had felt like something close to an eternity.

“I grabbed what I thought would work from the costume box and oh I found something good!” Sarah said, Coming into the room.

“Great! I was looking at little Timmy here, he isn’t that hairy and it is blonde, but no self-respecting girl wouldn’t shave, but…” She started using the word for a second time. “Then I thought that Timmy should feel what waxing feels like. Doesn’t that sound fun Timmy?”