Ralph had immediately been swamped by the eager sorority girls. They smacked his ass and squeezed his cheeks and posed with him for photo after photo. After fifteen minutes the sisters pushed him back through the curtain and Lizzie and Martha changed him into a new outfit. This was repeated four times, each outfit more humiliating than the one preceeding it. As the subject of ridicule,
Ralph wished for the ground to swallow him up and every time he was pushed backstage he pleaded desperately for mercy. He cringed at the thought of how many of the photos had already made their way onto Facebook. After much pinching and spanking, the crowd pushed him backstage for a fifth time.
This time we’ve got a very special outfit for you! ‘ Lizzie announced, pulling a lacy black dress over Ralph’s head. Next she pulled a shiny corset around his waist. Without warning Martha grabbed the ties of the corset in her powerful hands and pulled the corset excruciatingly tight. Ralph heaved desperately, barely able to breathe. He settled into tiny uncomfortable breaths feeling like he was on the verge of passing out. Somehow this was ten times worse than being smothered by Martha ‘s giant ass. He heard a click as Lizzie locked it in place with a padlock behind his back before she turned one of the chairs around and sat facing Ralph. ‘That padlock will come off once all of our stolen panties are returned! ‘ she declared. ‘as will these! ‘ she attached two more locks to the tops of Ralph ‘s platform boots.
After a night of being humiliated and degraded, the sun was beginning to rise on Ralph as he tattered slowly away from the sorority house dressed like a goth on fetish night. The painfully tight corset forced him to keep to one tiny step at a time. his platform heels stumbled awkwardly on the cobbled surface as he gradually grew closer to his frat house. Oh my God, he needed to catch his breath from this awful corset! He just prayed no-one would see him in
his feminised form and that he could return the panties to the sorority without being exposed in this sissified state. The twenty-six pairs on his bedroom wall would be no problem. however. he thought despairingly of the sorority president’s pair nailed to the wall of the TV room. The latex thong! With discomfort Ralph readjusted the matching latex panties Lizzie had fitted him with as a reminder and slipped into his frat house.