Sorority Experience: Chapter 7, The New House

I was pressed into Carley’s ass, feeling the heat and pressure of her body pushing in on me from all sides. I cursed Brooke for transforming me into a butt plug and forcing my own girlfriend to wear me. Even more so because I knew the sorority sisters were about to be on the road for the entire day.

I couldn’t see anything at all from inside her leggings, but since she was wearing fairly thin fabric and part of me was still outside her body, I could catch muffled voices from outside.

“I can’t believe you’re making Carley wear him!” I heard Hannah’s voice, her tone jovial and teasing. “You’re so bad!”

The rest of the girls laughed and Carley shifted her weight back and forth, the awkwardness of the moment apparently getting to her. I hated being used like this, but I was at least grateful that none of them could see me. That would have been more humiliation than I think I could handle at that moment.

The conversation shifted to small talk while Carley walked around, bending and shifting her weight. Her cheeks and body shifted around me. Presumably they were getting ready to leave the hotel. Soon after, she sat down, pressing me harder into her ass and capturing my base in the hot darkness.

We must be in the van now, but it was hard to tell since I couldn’t see a damn thing. Plus now I couldn’t hear anything either, the thick padding of the chair beneath me muffled any bit of sound that I might have been able to hear. The pressure and darkness started to get me and I experienced the mental equivalent of hyperventilating. It took some time to settle and get over that feeling.

After a while I almost started to get bored, but it felt like the boredom I would feel on a long flight: camped and with a desperate need to get up and stretch. I only had a break once, when Carley got up and walked for a while, only to sit down again. I gathered that the girls had stopped at a restaurant.

After a while sitting down in a different chair, she walked again, pulling her leggings down to reveal the water of a not-very-clean toilet beneath me. I had to watch, from a very close angle, Carley take a piss. I held out some hope that she would at least talk to me or acknowledge that I was there. Sadly, she seemed content to use the restroom and then lock me back into her pants. I was at least grateful that she didn’t splash anything onto me when.

Not long later we were back in the car. Another indeterminate amount of time dragged by. It started to feel like I was in here for a week. Finally, Carley stood, the sound of the girls climbing out of the van greeting my ears now that I wasn’t trapped against the seat.

“Alright Carley, as the newbie, you’re in charge of getting all of our stuff inside,” I heard Brooke say.

“I have to carry everything?” Carley asked, taken aback. “By myself?”

“We all did it when we were rushing the sorority too,” Luna chimed in. “Don’t worry, I’ll carry my purse, so that’s one less thing!”

The rest of the girls laughed at Luna’s mocking tone.

“I guess the girls are actually out and about, but they told me where they hid their spare key,” Brooke continued. “So Carley, just drop everything in the living room until they tell us where we’re sleeping.”

“Oh shit, there’s a basketball court across the street,” I heard Hannah say. “I gotta see if they have a ball…”

Casual conversation followed that I wasn’t fully able to follow. Carley walked back and forth, bending and leaning, apparently carrying the girls’ bags inside. Despite not being trapped against the seat anymore, I was still getting increasingly hot in my prison.

“Carley,” I heard Hannah say after a while.

“Yeah, what’s up?” Carly responded, stopping in her tracks.

“I need your boyfriend, Brooke’s letting me use him as a basketball,” Hannah explained. “I guess there’s no sports girls in this whole damn house…”

“But Brooke promised that he would be restored when we got here,” Carley stammered.

I heard all this playing out but I knew better than to hope. Brooke would never let me be human, she said so herself more than once.

“Relax, it’s only for a few minutes,” Hannah responded, not angrily, but in a tone that didn’t invite discussion. “Plus, it would be rude to bring an additional guest before talking to our hosts. Now come on, cooped up in that damn van for that long has me twitching.”

“Alright, just let me go into the bathroom,” Carley was clearly defeated, but agreed.

“Nah, come on, we’ll be living together, don’t be a prude,” Hannah responded, clearly getting annoyed. “Just bend over, I’ll get him out.”

Carley paused for a moment and didn’t say anything, but she did ultimately lean over forward. I felt the cloth above me and light spilled over me. I could see in that awkward, partly-covered way that would give me a headache if I had to endure it for too long. Hannah hovered above me as I was finally able to see the cheeks that pressed against me so hard.

Hannah’s hand reached down and her fingers wrapped around my base. With a quick, violent jerk, Hannah pulled me free of Carley, causing her to give out a surprised and embarrassed yelp. Now that I was free of Carley’s ass, I got a good look at the room. We were in the living room of a home, which of course, I had already guessed would be the case.

“Jeez, take it easy will you?” Carley snapped, though the volume and tone of her voice wasn’t overly confident as she clearly regarded Hannah as her superior in this situation.

“Oh you’re fine,” Hannah dismissed. Her voice brought my attention to her. I was taken aback by what I saw. Hannah was barely dressed. She wore a sports bra with a sizable ‘window’ in the center, showing off her impressive, compressed cleavage, and a pair of bike shorts that might as well have been painted on. I was looking at her from the front, but I was convinced that if she bent over forward, the bottom of her ass would poke out.

Without hesitation, Hannah held Brooke’s phone up to me and pushed the button. I felt the change happen. It was becoming commonplace at this point. In a moment I had been reformed into a basketball, now being held in the palm of Hannah’s hand.

“Perfect!” Hanna exclaimed, the look on her face would have been adorable if she wasn’t about to torment me. Hannah handed the phone to Carley “Give this back to Brooke will ya?”

Carley was left alone with her jaw open slightly as if about to say something as Hannah walked off, pushing the front door open and taking me outside with her.

“All mine now,” Hannah grinned above me. I directed my gaze up toward her, but before I could get a good look at her expression, she threw me down to the ground.

I yelped in my head, shocked at the quick movement. Almost instantly, I impacted the concrete driveway and bounced back up. It didn’t hurt like I would have expected it, but it had the equivalent effect of knocking the wind out of me. It also spun my view around like crazy, making it impossible to see anything clearly. Hannah caught me in both hands and looked down at me as she walked.

After a second and my vision settled, I got a look at her expression and a chill ran through me. She was giving me as much hate as Brooke. What the hell did she tell them?

“Brooke went on and on about you,” Hannah bounced me again. It was hard to keep track of what she was saying when I was being tossed around like this.

By now we reached the street and Hannah stopped to look back and forth, holding me against her hip with one hand. I could feel the warmth of her body and the ridge of her shorts pressing against me. The road was clear of traffic, so she proceeded across the street, still holding me under her arm.

The next few yards were across a patch of grass, so Hannah pulled me off her hip and tossed me back and forth. As soon as I hit one of her hands, she threw me back to the other. I was sent spinning, moving too quickly to get my bearings. Soon after, she stopped and when I finally gathered my wits about me, I could see that we were now on the basketball court in the parking lot of what looked like a middle school.

“I would say that I can’t believe you were such a dick to Brooke, but you’re a man, so I fully believe it,” Hannah hissed down at me. Before continuing, she dribbled me back and forth a few times, moving up to the top of the key. Though I only realized where she was heading after she stopped and caught me in both hands.

Lifting me over her head, Hannah jumped and shot me toward the hoop. I watched as Hannah fell away behind me. I felt the air whipping by around me as panic gripped me. No matter how many times I was sent flying like this, I would never be able to get used to the feeling of freefall.

Then I hit the backboard where I was sent into an unpredictable and dizzying spin. Almost immediately, I bounced off the rim of the basket beneath me and careened down through the hoop toward the hard concrete.

Hannah rushed over to me, scooping me up and bouncing me a few times before again catching me in both hands.

“The fact that you, a man, would try to kink-shame her is just… pathetic,” Hannah chastised me, again jumping and launching me toward the hoop.

And again I sailed through the air, the dizziness of the previous shot and subsequent bouncing not fully faded away yet. This time I hit the rim hard and fired into the ground quickly. I could barely tell what was happening around me as the world was reduced to a blur of colors and motion. I stopped, feeling Hannah’s hands gripping me again. Before I could even refocus my vision, I heard her speak to me.

“Just for wanting to bring another person into the bedroom,” Hannah continued her thought without missing a beat. “And here I would have thought you would love to share her bed with another woman.”

I wanted to scream. Again Brooke had lied. Brooke wanted to have a threesome with me and another man, not a woman! Granted that wasn’t really the point, the main part that pissed me off about that whole situation was that I let her down softly. I went out of my way to make sure she knew I wasn’t kink-shaming! I had no problem with her desire to be with two men, I just couldn’t bring myself to share my girlfriend! How am I the asshole for that?

All of this went through my head in an instant, but was cut off by Hannah taking off running, dribbling me over and over against the hard concrete. After an indeterminate amount of time, she jumped into the air, throwing me up in a layup. I soared slowly up to the hoop and bounced gently off the top of the rim before dropping down through the hoop. I dreaded hitting the ground, my mind still spinning. I could barely even tell when I actually hit the concrete, my head was so mixed up.

Hannah ran up, not stopping me this time, but scooping me up and dribbling me down the court. I think she might have said something to me, but if she did, her words didn’t cut through the spinning haze of my brain.

Finally, at long last, Hannah stopped for a moment, holding me in two hands again. Despite knowing that we stopped, I still felt the spinning, my consciousness and field of view still moving around and around. I tried my hardest to refocus so I could at least get ready for what was next, but there was no rushing that process.

“I honestly don’t even know what Brooke saw in you,” Hannah said, looking down at me with contempt. “She is such a beautiful soul and your narrow minded bigotry ruined her. Turned her into a bitter, vengeful woman.”

Brooke must have spun quite the tale. Even when we were dating and things were going well, ‘a beautiful soul’ is not the phrase I would have used to describe her. Honestly I was so blinded by our physical relationship that I ignored her manipulative and petty nature. It would seem that she was still just as manipulative as she always was…

“So maybe I need to continue your lesson,” Hannah said ominously, immediately starting off again, dribbling me as quickly as she could. Since I hadn’t fully recovered, this new wave of intense, dizzying movement hit me like a truck. I couldn’t keep up with what she was doing to me, all I knew was that I was hitting the ground and her hand so fast I couldn’t tell which was which.

I heard her giggling from somewhere, though I couldn’t tell from where. Suddenly it all stopped and I was flying through the air. I figured she must have taken another shot, though I still couldn’t see properly. Then the impact came and I was sent careening back through the air. Hannah retrieved me and we went again. More and more frantic dribbling around the court, then another shot, and another. Eventually it all stopped and I was left sitting on the concrete.

It felt like I was never going to stop spinning, even though I was sure that I wasn’t moving anymore. Then I felt something hot and wet press down on me. I still couldn’t make sense of much, but I could tell that Hannah was sitting on me.

“Damn, I haven’t gone that hard in a while…” Hannah said through deep breaths. “Turns out the real motivation that I needed was someone to torture! Who knew!”

She laughed and her sweaty ass shook on top of me. My vision refocused enough to see her long, glistening legs extending away.

“Well I should probably get back. A nice hot shower is calling my name!” Hannah said and stood up. She kicked me up with her toe and caught me in one hand, holding me against her hip as she started to walk back to the house.