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Panty Raid: Part 1 (Short)
🕑 Added 2023-03-25 18:55:50 +0000 UTCDiving through the open window of what I knew to be the senior women’s dorm room I roll to my feet and cry out. “PANTY RAAAAAID!!!”
There are piercing screams of fright and the panicked rustle of waking women in the darkness to my left and right…followed by the heavy slam of the window behind me.
“Guys?” I look back over my shoulder hear a nail being driven at an angle down through the wooden bottom rail and straight on through into the sill. “What the fuck!?”
I scramble back to the window and frantically try to open the window but the nail had done its job, the window was secured tight. I bang on the window and look down at the three other masked frat boys I’d come with already at the bottom of the ladder and pulling it away from the building. The two not holding the ladder wave up at me. Cackling like hyenas my so-called ‘brothers’ disappear into the night to leave me trapped inside the sorority house. Oh fuck. I’d been pranked!
Damn it. I should have known. I knew something felt off when the plan had been hatched. And I really knew something wasn’t right when the guy following me said he was going to nail the window open once I was through, it seemed so unnecessary. What an idiot I’d been. I should have listened to that voice of caution. But the temptation of the raid had proved too much for me.
The mysterious Phi Upsulon Tau Alpha Sorority, PHUTAS for short, was part traditional sorority and part Catholic convent. From what I understood it was an organization for modern day nuns to be able to attend a secular university while still receiving all of the religious training of their chosen lifestyle. And of the various sororities on campus this one was considered the Fort Knox of the lot. Not only due to the strict abidance to rules that the sisters in training adhered to but also due to the priceless treasure within. They might have dedicated their lives to God but, for whatever reason, every last woman in this convent was HOT as hell. The fact that they were completely unattainable made them all the more desirable. Had the raid been successful I might have caught a glimpse of some of these hotties in their night clothes, maybe even in the buff, and we would have gone down as all-time legends in our fraternity for our brazen act. As it stood I was about go down as the most gullible chump of all time
“You sons to bitches.” I mutter with one last hopeless tug against the window.
I spin and try to guess where the door might be to make a break for it only to be blinded by the main overhead light suddenly coming on. More screams erupt as the half dozen women who occupied this communal dorm room see a masked black clad stranger standing in the center of the room.
Holding my hands out in a gesture of peace I blink rapidly trying to hurry my eyes to adjust to the light. “Wait!” I say. “I’m not going to hurt anybody.”
Through squinting lids I find the door only to see the woman who turned on the light standing directly in front of it with a pair of scissors wielded like a knife. I consider forcing my way past her. With the ski mask on they would not be able to actually identify me but one look at the expression of adrenaline heightened fear and rage on the woman’s scowling face I opt not to test her to find out if she was going to use that blade on me. I was well and truly trapped.
My eyes dart this way and that, looking for any chance of escape, as around me the women came to grips with the fact that there was a stranger amongst them. After the initial shock there comes confusion as none of us knew ought to come next.
“A man!” Gasps the smallest of them, a super cute black girl who was still in her bed and clutching her blankets to her neck as if they might provide protection.
“Don’t be scared Pippa.” Whispers a buxom redhead in a full length neck to ankles nightie as she rushes to the other’s side to hold her protectively.
“I’m not scared Ariel.” Pippa says with wide brown eyes focused on me. “But men aren’t allowed in here.”
“We all know that Pippa.” Says the redhead with a bashful green-eyed glance my way. “It’s not like we invited him.”
“I-I-I can explain…” I stammer without a single clue how I was going to talk my way out of this.
The one at the door, a tall slender woman with long raven black hair and stormy gray eyes, holds the scissors toward me. “You don’t have to explain shit, asshole.” She says. “Panty raid? Are you serious? What is this, the 60’s? That shit went out with our grandparents.”
She sure didn’t talk like any nun I’d ever heard. “Well you see…”
“He cut the screen out.” Comes a voice from behind me. “The window’s stuck shut.”
“It was a prank…”
“You stupid bastard.” The scissors girl says. She seemed to be something of a leader to this little group. “Do you realize how seriously they take this stuff? Instant expulsion is the BEST you could hope for.” She says. “Even if you can get off from the sexual misconduct charges.”
Charges!? Oh fuck! In a flash I could see my whole world burning before my eyes. My scholarship, my degree, my prospects and reputation…woosh. In one moment of madness my future was going up in smoke. I look to the form of the crucified Jesus high on the wall, the only decoration hanging in the otherwise bare room, and see his tormented eyes staring back in judgment. Lord have mercy on me!
“Wait, wait!” I shake my hands. “Just…just let me go. We were just fucking around. We were just gonna grab some panties and run right out. That’s it. We thought it’d be funny.”
“Funny? You stupid mother fucker.” The leader says. “Bronx. Go get campus security.”
“Now hoooold on there Jenna.” Up from her bed stands a big tanned skin woman, taller than me and at least as wide at the shoulder, with a thick New York accent. She wore a nightie similar to the redhead’s but on her it only fell to her well defined calves. “Let’s not do anything too hasty.” She says. “Let’s hear the poor boy out.”
“Hear him out? What’s there to hear?”
“Ohhh, there’s lots to hear from him I think.” She says with an unsettling grin. “We’ve got this guy by the balls girls. And he knows it too.” I didn’t like the sound of that! “Let’s have some fun with him.”
“Bronx! Are you fucking crazy!?”
“Wait.” Says a stunningly gorgeous Asian woman who was standing with a long night robe clutched tightly around her, her dark eyes calculating. “She’s got a point. God gave this sinner to us. Why shouldn’t we…keep him?” Her crooning voice was both cold and warm at once. “Why shouldn’t we teach him a lesson that he will not soon forget?”
“Keep him!?” The redhead’s freckled cheeks blush brightly. “Oh no!”
“Izumi!” Jenna scolds, though I could sense hesitation in her voice. “We are not keeping…”
“Our own boy?” Peeps the perky Pippa, her excited brown eyes as wide as saucers. “Our own boy! EEEEE!”
Her squeal causes a burst of nervous giggles and laughter throughout the room. What the hell was happening right now?
“Shhh! Shhh! Shhh!” Izumi shushes the giggling girls. “You’ll alert the others. They must not…”
Just then Jenna cocks her head and hisses. “SHHH!” All six fall quiet. Through the door the clomp, clomp, clomp sound of hard soles hitting wood floor grows steadily grows louder. “Shit! Mother Superior!”
“What do we do?” Says the one who still stood at the window in a panic.
“Shit!” Swears Jenna. “Um. Uh. We’ll decide…after.” Addressing the one behind me she snaps. “Phoebe close the curtains.” Glancing left and right. “Izumi, Ariel, toys.” She points to me. “Bronx, hide him.”
“Where?”
“Anywhere!”
“Now hold on a…mph!” I begin to protest before Bronx’s hand slaps over my mouth and she brings a finger to her lips to signal I should be quiet.
“If she catches you here you are in deep shit.” Bronx whispers. “Play along and you might just get out of this.”
After a second to think about it…I nod.
As Bronx manhandles me toward a closet around us Izumi and Ariel were dashing about the room to the different nightstands in a mad scramble to hide what must have been contraband in this convent. What I don’t see them tucking into drawers and between mattresses are computers, video games, tablets or even cell phones. There seemed to be a complete dearth of technology in the room. What I DO see however are the last objects I expected to see in a religious convent. There are beefcake pictures, dildos, vibrators, lube, fleshlights, butt plugs and…wait, fleshlights? What the fuck were a room full of women doing with fleshlights!?
I have no time to ponder the question before I am crammed into the closet among the hanging black habits and the door is pushed shut behind me. Through the door I hear the hurried rustling fall silent and just a moment later comes the creak of the room door opening and the clomp, clomp, clomp of the hard heeled boots.
“What is going on in here?” Comes the stern voice of an older woman.
“Nothing Mother Superior.” The whole group of them say in unison.
“Nothing?” She replies brusquely. “The fact you are all awake tells me that you are lying.”
“Pippa had a nightmare.” Jenna explains. “That’s all.”
“I dreamed a man broke into our room.” She says with feigned innocence. Without even seeing them I could sense the rest of the girls cringe at Pippa’s too on the nose ‘dream’. “I was so scared! He was after our panties!”
“There, there.” Comes Ariel’s soft, caring voice. “Everything is okay now.”
“One of the novices told me they heard a man’s voice.” Comes Mother Superior’s dubious reply.
“That was me.” Says Bronx, her tone low and husky. “Panty Raaaid! I was making a joke out of it to cheer Pip up.”
“A joke?” Comes the old nun’s hard reply. “You think such filth is funny?”
“Uh…kinda?”
“There is only one man you ought to be dreaming about. Our lord and savior Jesus Christ.”
“Yes Mother Superior.” Comes the chorus of ladies.
“When he does return I can assure you that he will NOT be interested in your undergarments.”
“Yes Mother Superior.”
“Your soul is impure. A sin of the mind is as evil as one of the flesh. Before you go back down pray for forgiveness for your wicked dream Sister Pippa.”
“Yes Mother Superior.” Comes Pippa’s cowed voice.
“All of my hard work with you and still you disappoint me. I should have sent you home freshman year. What a waste of my time.”
You could have heard a pin drop. “I’m sorry Mother Superior.”
“Come to see me in the morning and I will come up with a suitable punishment.”
“Oh!” Gasps Ariel. “No please. Mother Superior, please…sh-she can’t help her dreams.”
“Sister Ariel!”
“It’s not her fault.” Bronx says. “It was a dream.”
“Bronx!” Mother Superior voice cracks like bullwhip. “Both of you will report to me in the morning as well.”
There’s a moment of tense silence before the two say. “Yes Mother Superior.”
“I am sorry Mother Superior.” Pippa says softly. “Forgive me.”
“It is not my forgiveness you need…you little slut.”
“Mmm!” Pippa mewls on the edge of tears.
“Oh Pip.” Whispers Ariel.
“Mother Superior…” Jenna cuts in. “…I will guide Sister Pippa’s prayers tonight. I will see that she reports to you before she leaves for classes. I take responsibility for our room disturbing the others. It will not happen again.”
“Very well.” After a long moment the nun says. “God bless you and good night.”
“Good night Mother Superior.” The group says. “God bless.”
The door closes and the clomp, clomp, clomp recedes into the distance. Even in the closet I can sense the relief wash over the room. It goes quiet for a minute or two, my ears strain to try to make out what the six sorority sister’s were up to, when finally I hear a clap of somebody’s hands.
“Alright sisters.” Jenna says. “Now what do we do…with him?”
