Going to a sorority party

You try thinking back to the last thing you remember before waking up. It all seems a drunken blur. You remember a friend convincing you to go to a party at Phi Epsilon Mu Delta Omega Mu , commonly known as Omega Mu. While they were known for throwing epic and hard to get into parties, the girls themselves had a reputation for being... well to put it bluntly crazy bitches. This was not in the cheerleader ‘My daddy will make you pay’ way, but more the ‘If you mess with me I’ll cut your balls off with one of my many knives’ way. Many of the girls were goths or emos, and rumors swirled around campus about their numerous supposedly secret activities.

Your buddy who has convinced you to go was Scott, a friend since high school. You had both moved across the country to go to this college, and though getting different degrees still hung out often. He had gotten an invite for the two of you, and convinced you to go to the party with him with lines such as “yea these girls are crazy, but crazy girls are the best in the sack!”

You remember getting to the party, and getting separated from him as girls kept handing you drink after drink. The party was definitely great, with tons of girls and great music. The last thing you remember was talking while cornered by three girls, one handing you your sixth drink of the night... then everything goes fuzzy. You get some flashes of you sitting, surrounded by hot women... but that’s it.

You start to look around the room you are in. It feels underground, maybe a basement? The floors are concrete, and the room is extremely wide, with black walls and hanging lights. The walls themselves were covered in various fetish equipment, from floggers and paddles, to latex and leather hoods and harnesses. Other than the rubber sheeted bed you are on, the room was littered with numerous pieces of dungeon equipment.