Sorority Heat 2- The Fantasy Fetish Festival

After being disciplined by Chrystal Heights University, Nicole, Alice and the others have to serve their punishment by helping at the Fantasy Fetish Festival, a magic-based fetish fair. The festival is a wild, unpredictably erotic affair, however, and the overconfident girls quickly find themselves in heatedly embarrassing situations. Can the girls escape the festival with their dignity intact?

This 7,500 word story is for adults only and contains elements of magic, fetish outfits, breast enlargement, bimbification, racial change, latex, spanking, anime, shrinking, bukake, bondage and levitating sex toys.

Excerpt from Sorority Heat 2- The Fantasy Fetish Festival:

There were tents and stands everywhere, catering to every fetish. One tent was a bondage furniture showroom, with several models strapped into various devices. Nearby, several cages held imprisoned girls, who made a show of whimpering to passers-by. Another display featured a dominatrix tending to several diapered women, each with their thumb in their mouth. A tattooist was busy applying a block-lettered "SLUT" to the bottom of a collared young woman while his assistant pierced the scrotum of an orange-haired young man. Yet another display had a band of transvestites singing movie soundtracks with accompanying dance steps. A long line waited at the tent where the foot models lay back in comfortable chairs, waiting for customers to worship their feet.

Initially the stands catered to the more traditional fetishes, but the deeper we got into the festival, the more intense the magical aura became.

"This place is seriously strange," said Alice. "Do we have to go this far in?"

"Yes," I said. "This is the area we're supposed to walk through until the demonstration begins."

The strangeness continued. Wandering entertainers were everywhere. A mime juggled Ben Wa balls while a nearby vendor hawked rare aphrodisiacs. A man standing in front of a tent offered passing women a chance to score with the most sensuous tentacles to be found in Chrystal Heights. A man masturbated into a woman's hair, then shaved her head. A madam ran a booth of blowup dolls, offered at low quarter-hour rates to work off excess arousal. Male dolls, female dolls and others, depending on taste.

"C'mon," I said. "Let's head for the demonstration tent. This place is weird."

Everyone agreed, but as we started in that direction, several women dressed as fairies approached us, led by a dwarf dressed head-to-toe in skin-tight leather.

"Salutations, nymphs!" said the dwarf, smiling. The fairies circled around us, giggling. "I and my fetish fairies greet you!"