Following my choice to fail my initial reinstatement assignments I was introduced to my new persona of Geek Girl, the big-breasted bad luck girl whose lust for humiliation always seems to get the best of her. When we’d last left Geek Girl, she was sitting alone in her apartment downloading gallery after gallery of humiliating porn, safe and innocent enough. It was when she ventured out into the world to seek the same humiliation she’d seen online that she really got herself into trouble.
Geek Girl became obsessed with sorority initiations and decided to go down to the local college and do a little peeping. After scoping a few of the houses, she finally found one with a window that she could look in, while still providing her some cover from the street. Her patience was rewarded as she looked in and saw several young ladies, looking downcast, wearing only panties and holding large paddles out in their hands. Entranced as she was, she only realized after the snapping of twigs and the sweet smell of chloroform that she had fallen into their honeypot.
As Geek Girl woke up, she could feel ropes encircling her ample breasts, still inside her black sweat suit, and keeping her tied to a wooden chair. With her hands roped behind the chair back and tied to her feet, she knew they had her. And when she found her hair was tied down, keeping her looking at the ceiling, she knew she was truly stuck as their prisoner until they decided to release her. After this beginning, the thought of what they had planned for her both excited and terrified her.
After what seemed like hours or staring at the ceiling, listening to whispers in the corners of the room, Geek Girl was surprised when a girl wearing a leather helmet and brightly painted lips leaned over into her field of view. Geek Girl listened closely as she began.
“As we like to keep control of our own property, without the involvement of outside law enforcement, we offer you two choices. The first is that you will stay with us for a little while and endure the punishments that we have voted and laid out for you. While they will be painful and humiliating, they will be over quickly. Your second option is for us to call our local police, who do not take kindly to peeping toms. With the judge and police chief being alumnae of our sorority, you can be guaranteed at least six months in jail, where we will do everything in our power to ensure that ‘dropping the soap’ in the men’s shower will be the high point of your day. Every day.
“So, do you want us to call in the police? Or will you submit to our punishments? Before you answer though, let me at least tell you what they are. In ‘Artsy Fatsy’ you will be made up for a more appropriate look for the rest of the time. ‘Fire n the Icehole’ will keep your mind occupied while performing ‘Mouth of the South’. With ‘Way Down a Creek’ you will experience what I assume you came here to see. And finally, after ‘The Golden Child’, you will be sent away. That is all you need to know. So, do you accept our punishments?”
“No police” was all Geek Girl could manage to whisper.
Below are the details of the five tasks—how they were applied to Geek Girl and how I implemented them.
Geek Girl tried to scream but, found that the the mouth spreading gag did an excellent job of keeping her quiet while letting her drool all over her tits. From the position she had been in previously, for the ‘Artsy Fatsy’ punishment she had expected to be given a make-over. And that was partially true. After she heard the clippers and felt the razor combine to shave off her eyebrows, her nostrils had been invaded with the unmistakable odor of permanent markers. What she expected to come off with cold cream once she was done, she realized would now take weeks grow back and to remove. She had no idea what the artwork looked like, but given the time and coverage on her face and neck, she knew it was not good.
For my implementation Ms Lisa was given free rein on my face with her bag of permanent markers and would make me up as much as she wanted, but all facial hair would be left intact. As I sat there, bound to a chair with a mouth spreader producing a steady line of drool down onto my large fake chest, I could only guess at what graffiti Ms Lisa was covering my face with, and how I was going to get it off later…
Artsy Fatsy was just a warm-up compared to what I was in store for for the rest of the night, however.
After the make-over had been finished, she was untied and the girls, all in the same leather masks, held her down while they gave her an enema and slipped in a large, lubricated plug. It took a moment for her to realize that the lubrication had been with a menthol gel, but once she did she could think of nothing else. While she was writing with this invader, she had a large dildo stuffed in her other hole. It wasn’t too bad, until, as the girls told her, they spread a capsaicin powder paste on her stretched lips. After quickly pulling up her panties and pants, they put her into the kneeling hogtie she was in now. After blindfolding her, the gag they put in allowed her to scream without making much noise, and that she did with gusto.
As unpleasant as this sounded for Geek Girl, it turned out to be much worse then even I imagined. I just didn’t know how unpleasant until I was strapped down to the table and Ms Lisa began. For an enema, Ms Lisa had selected a quart and a half of hot mineral oil, which may sound small but don’t think for a second that it’s an experience anything less than terrible. Within seconds of beginning, I was cramping horribly and my stomach was on fire, but all I could do was strain and pull against the bindings holding me to the table. Once the enema had been administered, Ms Lisa prepared the plug to hold it in place—a plug large enough to be extremely painful in its own right, made infinitely worse by substituting lubricant with “Deep Heating” menthol gel. At this point, I had begun to cry—I have a fairly high threshold for pain—but the combination of the straining and cramping from the oil in my belly and burning of the plug in my ass was too much for me. I had placed in my proposal, however, that in addition to the enema and the plug, my sissy clitty was to be thoroughly coated with melted Icy Hot. Now, I’m not entirely sure what reaction takes place when Icy Hot is melted, but I’ve always found that it increases the pain that it causes many, many times over. And so, I lay there gagged and fastened to the table as Ms Lisa applied a very liberal coating of liquid fire to my sissy clitty, standing back to admiring my wholesale screams that the gag did very little to muffle. Here is where the punishment started to go south…
“I’m glad to see you are ready for our little party we are having this weekend. I hope you are not too uncomfortable, cause you will be on your knees until near the end. You mouth, will be serving everyone, down south. I wish I could say that this party will be sisters only, but it won’t. Some will have their boyfriends here too. And the pledges, which would likely be in your spot if your weren’t already, aren’t allowed to get a good licking. So we will let them choose some strap-ons ‘off the wall’ so they can show you how much they appreciate you being here instead of them. And, they might want to take out some frustration too.”
For the next part of the punishment, “Mouth of the South”, I was to service Ms Lisa’s strap-on dildo, with whatever coatings she wanted to slather on for me to endure, while still remaining plugged. Ms Lisa realized at this point, however, that the straining load of oil was not going to stay put, despite the plug, and that if she did not act there was going to be a serious mess on her hands that she did not want to deal with. After applying five disposable diapers under locking plastic panties, Ms. Lisa was convinced the mess would be contained, and unchained me, leaving me to kneel on the floor in the living room while she prepared for “Mouth of the South”.
Before I’d arrived, Ms Lisa had concocted a mixture very similar to a thick homemade frosting, but with a heavy base of pure cinnamon extract. If every other part of me was going to be on fire, my mouth and throat would be no different. She would ram the phallus down my throat, amused by the gurgling and the gagging sounds her mixture were provoking, before withdrawing to coat the dildo with another batch for me to clean off. I lost track of time amidst the ubiquitous burning sensations overcoming my body, but at some point what Ms Lisa knew was inevitable came to pass: The plug that was holding back the load of oil popped free and emptied the whole hot, disgusting mass into my diaper. She continued shoving the burning strap-on down my throat for some time after, though eventually she came to have pity on me and move to the next stage of the punishment.
“Now we are to the point that you were so looking forward to when you were peeping in our windows earlier this evening. Unfortunately, you are not going to see our cute pledges get their bottoms busted tonight. They will however, each have a chance to see how it feels to give (as opposed to only receiving so far). Then their big sisters will have a turn. And then anyone else that thinks you haven’t had enough yet. Then, ‘Way Down a Creek’ will be done and we can move to your final punishment. For your first position, bend over and grab your ankles. so we can begin.”
I was to be thoroughly ass-blisteringly paddled as Geek Girl was, but Ms Lisa did not yet want to release me from what was now an extremely full diaper and chose instead to just hammer away at my well-padded bottom. Given the circumstances, the paddling was far more disgusting than it was painful (not that I hadn’t had enough pain to deal with that night, and the occasional strike at the lower thighs bypassed all the padding, making me jump), and far more humiliating that it would have otherwise been. By the time she was finished, there was no part of my diaper that was remotely clean, and even through the many layers it was beginning to leak out into the plastic panties.
Geek Girl knelt in the front yard of the sorority house with her knees spread and her hands behind her head. After taking her licks grabbing her ankles, bent over the couch, standing up, on her back spread eagle, and all of the other ways the pledges had been punished that semester, she was finally at the last punishment and more than ready to go home. Her knees were spread because of the giant diaper that had been pulled between them and then covered with plastic pants. She wasn’t even sure she could walk with the bulk between her legs. The ever present blindfold was still in place and the mouth gag was back. This did not look good.
“In a few minutes you will be given back your clothes. You will put them on and after being anointed ‘The Golden Child’, we will leave you alone in the front yard. You will then remove your blindfold and gag and you will go home. If you remove either before we have left, you will be cleaned up, stripped and left at the police station with your full confession. With as much fun as we have had tonight at your expense, we are sure that you have learned your lesson.”
As Geek Girl took her clothes back, the assault on her nose turned her stomach, and she had not doubt about the champagne from earlier. Her clothes had been soaking in it.
Thankfully, I was given a reprieve and didn’t have to imitate Geek Girl for this punishment.
It had been quiet for a good long time when Geek Girl removed her blindfold and gag. The sun was just beginning to come up and she knew she needed to get home soon. The anointing had come as soon as she managed to put her foul smelling clothes back on, as all of the party goers came and took a piss on her before heading in for the night. On her head, in her mouth, in the back of her neck. Even in the funnel that had been put into her waistband to lead right into her diaper. With all of the strength her stiff joints could muster, she got up and waddled down the sidewalk. With any luck she could make it back to her apartment, avoiding people along the way.
Though I was supposed to be sent back home as I was, Ms Lisa allowed me to remove my diaper and shower before sending me home—face still thoroughly marked up—due to the raging snow storm outside. That normal 15 minute drive turned into a nearly hour-long crawl along covered highways with next to zero visibility—not a trip where you want to be constantly distracted by burning and a sickeningly full diaper.
This scenario as Geek Girl will definitely be an experience that I will think about before considering cutting corners in my postings.