Initiation of Sophie, part 2 | bondage story | latex, pussy, slaves, gag

Just as Vicki brought down the last latex mask---this one with only a small opening for the mouth---Sophie's sensations were enhanced by the utter darkness and immobility produced by her outfit. Enhanced also were her fears as she was only told that they were off to a special party to meet up with the sisters and the one other lingering initiate. Reviewing the tattoo episode and then the sex with strangers in the club, Sophie's harried mind began to wonder how much more intense this hazing could get. And, she seriously questioned her own resolve.

Vicki pulled on the leash and Sophie beganning walking, barely, without the benefit of being able to see anything. Her platform shoes had been replaced by a size-too-small pair of 8-inch black stilettos. The pain in her jammed toes was killing her, but Sophie could not manage much in the way of a sound in protest. The latex bodysuit covered her from head to toe, and while their was a mouth hole for breathing, her mouth was held wide open with a shiny red rubber ball. The ball had a small hole drilled through the center and a plastic tube was fit inside. While the contracting black latex covering her face squeezed her to shut her mouth, her aching jaw was held open and in pain by the nearly jaw-breaking ballgag. Once the third of three latex masks was stretched over her head, no one could really even see that the ball gag was red in color; you could only make out that there was a small dark hole.

Sophie felt the sound of her heels clicking on the hardwood change to clicking on the sidewalk outside. Each step was hobbled by the short 4-inch chain connecting her ankle straps. By the time Vicki had led her initiate to the Suburban, Sophie could no longer feel her toes or her arms from the elbow down either. Sophie's arms had been drawn behind her back, and wrapped tightly from the elbows to her wrists with several feet of electric tape. Her fingers were then wrapped individually and made functionally useless, dangling at the end of her arms. After the tape wrap, Kia and Tia shoved Sophie's arms into a black leather armbinder and buckled the straps tightly again, drawing any slack that still remained between the freshman's elbows and wrists.

Sophie's encased body was laid on her side and scooted fully inside the back of the Suburban. Just at that moment, Sophie felt the dildo stuffed in her pussy come to life with several quick vibrations. The metal dildo was 8 inches long and 3.5 inches wide and was designed to turn itself on and off sporadically for as long as the batteries lasted. Before her suit had been completely zipped at the bottom, Sophie's ass had been plugged with a similar, though smaller, dildo that pulsed on and off without warning. It was an extraordinarily odd feeling to be so filled, and because of the contractive nature of her suit and the thin layers of tissue separating them, the two dildoes felt like they were practically rubbing against each other. As Sophie began to moan again, she knew her pussy was dripping wet. The moisture had nowhere to roll or dry, so the wetness stayed concentrated around her pussy and her ass.

Kia and Tia stayed in the back with their rubber-encased friend, while Vicki started up the SUV and began the long drive out of the city. Tia and Kia were dressed in identical wardrobes, which was the rule laid out by Vicki. There never was much to their wardrobes in any event. That was the second rule laid out by their mistress. On this night, they had fire engine red platform heels with thin straps that twisted and tied up just below the knees. Each had a matching latex string bikini top and matching thongs, that were really little more than strings for straps. The bikini triangles were adjustable During the drive, Tia and Kia ran their arms along the Sophie's rubbery curves, patted her on the head as she moaned from the vibrations rocking her pussy.

The bikini triangles were adjustable, so just before the twins left the vehicle, Vicki narrowed the fabric so that virtually the nipples were the only smidgen of flesh not revealed. Nonetheless, the fabric was thin and tight, to the point where everyone could make out which breasts had the nipples pierced with rings and which with rods.

The sun was setting just over the treetops as their SUV stopped at the front entrance. Vicki pressed a security code at the terminal and the gate swung open for the guests. The driveway ran for nearly another mile before the main house was even in view.

Sophie felt her arms go completely numb about halfway through the trip, but it was difficult for her to tell time in her current situation. The dildo in her ass began to throttle as the twin sisters dragged Sophie from the Suburban. Once she was propped up on her feet, Vicki took hold of the leash and led her trio of little slaves inside.

Sophie's ultra-wrapped body made quite a grand entrance, as she hobbled through the foyer and into the main hall. There were about 60 guests in all, and about one-third of that number came from the current sorority. The other two-thrids was a mixture of men and women who had been associated with the club in some capacity for the last generation. This was something like an alumni meeting, which over the last few years had turned into an elegant and kinky fundraiser at the beginning of the academic year.

The guests were being treated like royalty as Sophomore and Junior sisters were dressed in exotic maid uniforms with several notable modifications. The uniform consisted of a heavy rubber collar with a large O-ring in the front, a form-fitting black corset whose purpose was to cinch the waist at the same time uplift and expose the breasts; black latex opera gloves; full-length black latex leggings; black ankle-length ballet heels that laced in the front and zeroed down to a very sharp point and equalling sharp heel. The black was offset by short frilly white aprons, white cuffs, and a white tiara. Every pierced nipple was exposed, every smoothly shaven pussy with mulitple rings was exposed, and every perfectly rounded ass was exposed.

The maids had silver serving trays that were fixed around their corseted waists and supported by small chains that from the outside of the trays to their pierced nipples. Most girls could only balance two to four drinks at a time, and considering they were all walking virtually on their pointed toes, the balancing act was made even more difficult by the constant smacks on the ass the maids were given as they navigated the main hall and kitchen.

The room was largely made up of couples. And most of those relationships, whether involving a dominant female or submissive female, included at least one former Beta Sigma Delta member. If Sophie's eyes had not been so heavily wrapped, she would have seen submissive females dressed in leather and lace, chained at the neck and standing next to their husbands and/or masters. She would have gawked at one girl who had immediately moved in with her dominate lesbian lover the very day after graduation----the submissive was only wearing 30 different body piercings and 20 different tattoos, no clothing. Nancy McFarlane was her legal name, but her lover only called her by a number, Six. Her permanently bald pussy was lined with rings, 6 in each lip to be exact; her nose had two rings through the septum, and her ear lobes looked to be more metal than flesh. "Six" knelt by her mistress with her head locked in a downward position. She had tight metal bands just above her knees, and each band held a small metal O-ring. A short chain link ran from one O-ring up through the girl's extended tongue ring and then down again to the other O-ring above her opposite knee. The position was quite uncomfortable, and made more difficult for Six to maintain as her hands locked securely behind her back. Her thumbs were collected side by side in a set of thumbcuffs. The cuffs were drawn back to her ass, where a 2-inch long S-shaped hook was welded to a huge metal acorn-shaped plug inserted deep into her ass. To relieve pressure on her tongue, she occasionally leaned forward, but that only moved the ass plug painfully in her ass. "Six" had been in this spot for about two hours now, and the cramps in her lower back, neck muscles, and ass were beginning to take their toll. A small and ever expanding puddle of drool and tears had gathered under her knees as the night continued.

Sophie was lead carefully down the broad stairs by Vicki. In the meantime, Tia and Kia were ordered to stand in a distant corner, with their heads facing the corner, and with an index finger inside the other sister's ass. Quickly, Tia and Kia scurried over to the designated corner. Once situated, Tia slid her hand between Kia's ass and the narrow thong back. Her sister reciprocated and then they took a moment to stare into each other as they poked their fingers around, looking for the asshole. Almost simultaneously, they found the other's hole; their eyes closed slightly.

Vicki was greeted by one of her former classmates at the foot of the stairs and the two summarily caught up on old times. Sophie could hear the muffled sounds of what was transpiring in front of her, but of course she could make out little more than what was being said near her. Even as she shuffled her body to stand closer to Vicki, the pain in her toes could barely be felt from the general numbness. The combination of aching and numbness that began in her fingertips now extended along her stretched arms and into her shoulders and neck. Her breathing remained quite shallow since she could only breath through the small opening in the covered ball gag, and moreover, the process of breathing was onerous because the tight corset around her waist gave no quarter; in fact, with her body's natural perspiration increasing within the latex layers, she felt like her waist was sticking closer to the cinching corsetrey.

Sophie was made to scoot in her platform heels again and again as Vicki greeted old friends and new friends. After hesitating at one tug of her leash, Sophie felt a sharp smack on her ass delivered by her leader.

"That was for being slow, slave. Keep up, I'm going to introduce you to someone." Vicki tugged at Sophie's neck and sped up the pace of the stroll across the lengthy floor. Sophie was nearly run into by one of the sorority maids whose tray just missed losing its champagne. It was Catherine who was keeping a watchful eye on all of the serving girls, and she made a mental note to punish the maid, a Junior named Nomi, when she returned to the kitchen. Vicki gave a knowing glance to her cohort, Catherine, and proceeded to lead Sophie into an adjacent room.

This intimate room was dark and moody, decorated with a distinctly Middle Eastern feel. There was a pair of slave girls on their knees as Vicki and Sophie passed through the doorless entry. Each wore only slave attire that brought to mind Arab harem girls. They had veils literally pinned to their cleavage. Inconspicuous tiny needles penetrated their chests in a dozen places below, above, and along the sides of their breasts. A thin, see-through veil covered their pussies and was likewise affixed to their bodies with dozens of needles. Vicki looked down and was impressed at these two. They didn't belong to her sorority, they were procured by their owner through other means. Vicki relaxed her grip on Sophie's leash and leaned down to have a closer look. Even though the girls nipples had already been permanently fixed with heavy gold rings, more needles passed through the nipples horizontally and vertically to hold the flimsy fabric in place over their buxom breasts. Each girl had been augmented to a size 38DD, and their facials lips, which also bore two or three small gold rings, had been enhanced to be fuller. Embedded in the metal of all the rings was the individual name of the slaves, Kim and Stacy, respectively.

"These two look like sisters, maybe even twins," Vicki suggested, as she turned her attention to their owner who leaned back on a plush, billowy couch. "I'll have to remember the veils when I'm thinking of new ways to show off Kia and Tia, won't I? Where do you find all of these wonderful girls, Danielle. "

"Welcome back, Vicki." The owner did not get up from her relaxed position on the couch. In fact she was sliding closer to being in repose. Kristee, the Sophomore that had impressed Sophie early on with her willingness to strut around naked, was lying on her stomach with her head between Danielle's thighs. The sorortity slave's naked body was tied back in a tight hogtie with leather straps. Her elbows were bound together as were her wrists, and these parts were drawn to her crossed ankles by another unrelenting strap. Danielle moaned slightly as she patted the young Sophomore's blond head. Kristee's tongue ring was attached to a four inch metal chain that extended from Danielle's own modest labial piercing. The space in the chain link gave Kristee's tongue adequate room to lick and suck from the clit to the asshole.

"Kim and Stacy stole some drugs from someone they shouldn't have. Let's just say, I've arranged to have them work off their debt to society." Danielle took a long drag from her cigarette, then petted the busy Kristee again. "I wish this one would do some stealing---she's marvelous."

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"Oh, no you don't. Kristee is not available, sorry." Vicki tugged on the leash and presented her latest pet front and center. Sophie was confused by what she was hearing, and she tried to imagine what this Danielle was up to. Vicki reached back to a zipper behind Sophie's head and carefully unpeeled the third layer of rubber from her head. This action reduced little of the tightness that Sophie felt, but it did allow her brown eyes to finally see again.

Danielle was by all accounts a sophisticated woman. Her golden see-through robe was custom-made by a Parisian designer; her golden-rod colored heels were modest in height but customized and costly. Even at age 40, she required little makeup. She did buy the occasionally nip and tuck, here and there, to keep her body looking 20ish and attractive. One more thing was clear to Sophie as she looked at the trappings of this room, and then down at the owner, Danielle had wealthier means than anyone else she knew firsthand.

Danielle turned her attention to Sophie, who suddenly remembered to keep her eyes downcast. Just at that moment, the plug in her ass activated again, and the shock came across as a kind of quick fluttering in her eyes, and a moan that escaped through the narrow hollowed tube in her ball gag. Danielle shuffled her feet to the carpet, causing Kristee to sort of turn her body unwillingly close to the edge of the couch. Remembering her chained connection to the slave at her dripping pussy, Danielle reached for the tiny combination lock and unlocked Kristee from her immediate duties.

"You stay." Kristee remained on the couch in her stringent hogtied position, her head pulled back, but her eyes staring downward. "God, Vicki, she is a keeper. So who do we have here."

"This is one of our Freshman hopefuls, Sophie." While Vicki communicated some of the mundane details, Danielle slowly made a complete circle around the rubber figure. "She is only one of two to make it this far. I believe we have the other girl servicing your guests in the men's bathroom, right?"

"Correct. Janey was getting fairly nauseous, last time I checked." Danielle continued to observe Sophie. She placed her well-manicured fingers on the Freshman's latex-encased ass, running her hand along some of the curves before delivering a few quick swats.

"Well, Janey was warned what would happen if she threw up any fluids. She knows for sure she will be severely punished, and she knows she probably wouldn't get into the sorority."

"Well, seeing you dish out punishments is always a riot," Danielle began in her slow, holier-than-thou style, "But let's face it. After tonight, she probably won't want to join your little club anyway. What do you have planned for this little one here tonight?"

"I thought we would play the auction game with Sophie. That is if your basement is in good operating condition for the highest bidder."

"Oh, I had a couple of new toys brought in, so the construction is all over now. This one has a nice figure, but tell me you're going to show us a little more, Vicki?"

Vicki smiled that Cheshire-cat grin again. "Oh, yeah, I brought some footage for the auction."

Catherine walked in just at that moment, gesturing in an effort to have her friend's attention. Vicki glanced down at her watch, and then walked a step or two back. After a few whispers were shared, Catherine trotted off in her heels, and Vicki returned her attention to the host.

"You'll have to excuse me, Danielle. It seems there is a situation in the bathroom." Vicki tightened her grip on Sophie's leash, who responded immediately to the tug by turning her body to walk out. "You know, Danielle, you may get to see some punishment after all."

Sophie tried her best to keep up with Vicki and avoid falling over on herself. The conversation that she overheard between Vicki and Danielle was rolling around in her mind. All the strangeness was not limited to that room. As she was dragged neck first down the various elaborate hallways, Sophie's eyes caught glimpses of the various guests who were taking some time out from the main hall. She saw a man with a zippered face leading a girl who was dressed like a pony. There was a large purple and white feathery plume that shot straight up off the top of her head, and an elaborate metal and leathery headgear that drew tears from the ponygirl. Sophie did not have time to make a more detailed look.

Tears were being elicited for more reasons than the steel bit in the girl's mouth. Like Sophie's ass and pussy, this ponygirl was plugged. However, these plugs were almost twice as large. The anal plug was pretty on the outside with feathers that danced lightly off the girl's ass. On the inside, the 9-inch long, 4-inch wide dimensions made it excruciatingly unpretty for the girl. The dildo in her pussy was made of equal girth, but an inch and a half longer, and it was connected with a strap to the help stabilize the anal plug. Keeping both secured close to the ponygirl's body was a series of black leather belts that ran horizontally around her waist and vertically through her crotch. The girl's tears were further increased by her owner's latest proclamation. He told her of the special room that was set aside for piercing, and it was time for her to get a second set of rings through her nipples and pussy lips.

Another few steps down the hallway and Sophie's vision was attracted to a woman who was crawling just around the corner. She was clawing at the carpet with her french nails as two men were dragging her bodily back into one of the side rooms. Sophie tried to look down and turn her head at the same time. The girl looked to be merely a teenager, maybe a college Freshman like herself, and there were burn marks and long whip marks across her entire body. She was screaming as the men grabbed her at the waist; she disappeared as they slammed the door shut.

Suddenly, she bumped up against Vicki's backside, not realizing that Vicki had come to a halt in front of the bathroom entrance. "Pay attention!" Vicki warned her. Vicki ordinarily would have made a larger deal out of one of her own slaves bumping into her, but her attention was drawn to the open bathroom.

On the fine marble tile, trickles of blood painted the floor. The trail led to Janey who was chained in against tile wall. She was in a kneeling position with her head arched painfully backwards. Situated on either side of her were two urinals. She wore a metal collar that was not too tight on her neck, but was attached with little slack to the metal spreader bar that ran between and secured her ankles. Her ankles had metal cuffs that had been bolted to the tile floor, and her wrists were spread behind the ceramic of either urinal. On the backside of each urinal was a metal casing where her arms were stretched and her wrists were immobilized. Her mouth was stuffed with tons of toilet tissue at the moment. It looked to Sophie as though that method of gagging was not prescribed originally.

On an opposite side of the bathroom, a man was holding several thick towels around his crotch, wincing and rocking forward and backward in obvious discomfort. His tuxedo pants lay mostly on the floor around his ankles. Kimberly, one of the Sophomore serving maids on duty, had been the first to arrive on the scene. She was bringing a glass of cold water to the man, and supplying him with fresh towels, discarding the used ones. Walking on the tile was tough in her extreme heels, but she was managing.

"What the hell happened here, Catherine!"

Fiercely, the man came alive with sound and rage. "She bit me! The fucking bitch bit me! She tried to bite my dick off, that fucking---ahhh!" He was overcome again by a sense of pain, and he stopped his speech just in time to vomit in the sink.

Catherine walked over to Janey, who looked panicked. Her eyes were huge, and her heart was racing. Sophie thought the girl's heart was going to leap out of her chest. Vicki just wanted answers.

"It looks like her ring gag must have dislodged, or maybe Mr. Ross nudged it a little," Catherine submitted while she held the gag up to the light. "It didn't break; it's still in one piece." Vicki still could not wipe away the scowl from her face. "I examined his dick. She just pricked him, Vicki. Who knows, he might have even done it himself, he could hav----"

"No, no, no, I'm telling you, she tried to bite it off, that stupid bitch. Catherine, baby, I don't care if you are a pre-Med student, this is serious! I want her to pay and I want her dead! I've been coming to your parties for three years, and I gave you girls a lot of money---I never had to put with this kind of girl. You always say they're perfectly trained, even when they resist a little, right? Bullshit, this one wasn't! And you think I'm going to give you anything this time. I have powerful friends, and I could make your life very uncomfortable, Vicki. I could shut down your---"

"And we could make your life very uncomfortable," Vicki quickly retorted. "Don't say anything you're going to regret, Mr. Ross. I am sure that your wife would sue you for more than half your estate if a certain videotape were to be delivered to her attorney on Monday morning." For the moment, that not-so-veiled threat was enough to silence the room. "In the meantime, I am sure we can come to some sort of an agreement to make everyone happy." Vicki laid a well-manicured finger across Janey's sweat-soaked cheek, looking deeply into the initiate's eyes. "Well, almost everyone."

Sophie had been quickly swept away by Catherine and her helper Kimberly, while Vicki and the gentleman sorted out details of the ubiquitous arrangement. If I could run, if I could somehow rip this stuff off, Sophie told herself, I would run, I would forget about everything and never again breathe a word about wanting to join this weird sorority. She had had enough. Even as she was contemplating how to get out, she was being dragged by the leash back to the main hall again. A VCR and large projection screen had been set up by Danielle's slaves in anticipation of the auction game. As Sophie was led through the crowd, they parted for her; a collective hush came over the guests as they shuffled around to get a better view of the screen.

There was an iron ring bolted to the floor, just next to a podium where Danielle was standing. Danielle pointed to the ring and Catherine positioned Sophie over it. Two of Danielle's ever-obedient slaves brought out several heavy chains and attached them to the O-ring on Sophie's collar. They were just long enough to reach the floor once the chains were padlocked down.

Danielle smiled at Sophie, who had forgotten all about the rules of her submission. Sophie was struggling against the chain, against her collar, to hell with looking down at the floor. She tried to scream, but the latex and the ball gag dampened all the sounds coming from her mouth. Sophie looked out into the assortment of men and women, masters and slaves, her eyes pleading for anyone who could come to her rescue.

The room became quiet as Danielle made her opening announcement. "Time to start a new auction, everyone. This one is a real lovely, don't you think. Her figure looks stunning in this shimmering black body suit, but we know you deserve to see more of her before putting up your bids." Danielle nodded to the pair of her slaves. Kim dimmed the lights and Stacy pushed play on the VCR.

Sophie could just turn her head to the left and catch her image on the big screen. Now it was evident to Sophie's utter horror: the sisters of the sorority had been videotaping everything. From the day she first entered the house to apply for the Sorority, to the moment she was placed inside the Suburban to come to this mansion. There was the footage of her painful tattooing; her fucking and sucking strangers in the nightclub; her whippings at the hands of the sisters. Everything. She had reached a new feeling of humiliation.

The lights came up after about 15 minutes of the show, and Danielle commenced the bidding. It was quite informal. Bidders just raised their hands and shouted their amounts. Sophie's eyes scanned the room trying to find the exact persons as they yelled, "Two hundred!", "Two-fifty!", "Three-hundred!"

"Now, now," Danielle interrupted, "I know we can go higher than that. And we all know the money goes for a good cause. I tell you what, let's see if we can show you this girl in the flesh." Danielle approached the rubber-encased pledge initiate. She held up a box cutter razor, letting the glint of its silver color catch Sophie's full attention. Danielle waved over to her two slaves. "Hold on to her tight, girls."

Sophie started to shake.

"You best hold still, honey, and this'll go better for you." Danielle began with the latex around the ankles, tugging at it to pull some material away from Sophie's body. She began a small cut in the latex, and a long tear went up from the initial point of contact. The new slit ran all the way to the top of Sophie's thigh. The guests could make out a black rubber legging that only went up to mid-thigh. The skin above the legging was hot and moist as the costume raised her body temperature. Danielle made a parallel cut and another rip began. Danielle was a little less cautious going over to the next leg, making her cuts faster into the exterior suit and the legging itself. After a few quick minutes, the result was a shredded look that made Sophie's outfit decidedly more dangerous-looking and exciting to the audience.

When Danielle stepped aside from her razor work, calls quickly went out.

"Five hundred!"

"Five twenty-five!"

"Five seventy-five!"

Then, the bidders quieted down. Danielle was sure she could get them a little higher. They needed just a little more flesh, and maybe a little blood to coax them to dig deeper into their pockets. She nodded to her personal slaves, and they again held Sophie at the shoulders. Sophie's tears were non-stop now, forcing her to blink rapidly to see the oncoming Danielle. Danielle withdrew the sharp razor a second time, aiming for some slashing cuts across the midsection of the tight material, just above the Freshman's pussy and just below the constrictive corset. The difference in this effort though: Danielle did not even make an attempt to pull the latex off Sophie's body. Sophie screamed into her gag as Danielle made the first of several minor incisions. The cuts were not even deep enough to be serious flesh wounds. In the end, they resembled bad scrapes that drew blood, but the shock and the immediate pain was terrible for Sophie, and enticing for the onlookers.

The material was stretched so tight that even an inch long cut was enough to start a much longer rip. With each small cut, the latex fabric seemed to separate on its own with the smallest start. Danielle then went after Sophie's breasts and made horizontal slices. After a few minutes, the bodysuit, except for the masks and corset, looked to be in ruins. Sophie's little trickles of blood mixed with her sheen of sweat, and as the sweat rolled down the blood was gathered, streaking across her flattened tummy. Sophie was starting to feel a little lightheaded from the slicing of the suit and the general fatigue that the outfit itself had created for her.

Suddenly, a man in tux and sunglasses asserted what would be his first, and the night's last bid: "Ten thousand dollars." Danielle slowly turned her attention back to the silenced audience. Catherine looked at Kimberly with a stunned look. Several of the serving maids, who were relegated to stay in the kitchen during this time, were listening behind the kitchen's swinging doors. They looked at each other in amazement.

Danielle returned to her place behind the podium. "We have ten thousand from the gentleman in stylish sunglasses in the back...do I hear, ten thousand one hundred?" Danielle didn't make herself sound very confident that she would have a taker at this point. After a reasonable pause, Danielle began again, "Well, then, ten thousand going once...going twice...sold! For ten thousand dollars! Congratulations. Please, come over here to get a closer look at your prize, sir. As for everyone else, our maids will be coming out now with refreshments."

Sophie's humiliation still had not reached its apex. As the man who had pledged $10,000 to presumably have his way with her approached, Sophie tried to look away, but there was no place to look where she didn't see some lusty eyes staring at her slashed rubber suit and near-naked body. Danielle's slaves were unattaching Sophie, preparing her to be moved to the basement.

The man slid his glasses slowly down his thin nose, revealing a pair of intense jet-black eyes. Sophie could of course say nothing, she just looked back at him without a sound.

"The basement is well-equipped from what my friends tell me. I think we're going to make some wonderful memories, little Sophie."

Sophie's wrists and arms had been numb all night, and in their current position her limbs remained painfully numb. Her cuffed wrists were held aloft by a silver chain, nearly cutting off circulation. The chain was drawn high enough that her toes were just scraping against the unfinished cement floor. All of her clothes that had been so carefully wrapped around her body from head to toe were removed, and even her plugs and gags had been taken withdrawn. Sophie screamed a little as they were being removed, and she swore up and down at Danielle's slaves, but they wordlessly and impassionately continued their chores.

A quick look around the room seemed to stifle any further sounds from the unwilling guest. Sophie saw a stockroom of whips, chains, cuffs, gags, and a hundred other gadgets and devices she had never seen before. Sophie had a few moments to herself before the man with the shades came down for her.

Sophie began to open her mouth and scream at him, using every combination of every curse word her tongue could recall. He seemed slightly bemused by this, then mashed an oversized black ball gag deep into her mouth, stretching her painfully.

"No one is going to be disturbed by your sounds, you stupid little girl, think about it. I don't have to gag you, but your voice is really starting to annoy me. Maybe for a few thousand dollars more, I could negotiate to have your tongue removed."

Sophie was beginning to panic, thinking just how serious that comment might be in light of all the bizarre sights seen tonight.

"My name isn't important, so when I ask you to respond to me, you will call me Master, or simply Sir, I don't really relish one title over the other for now. If you understand me, nod your head once." Sophie refused to comply and turned her head to look away. He grabbed at her throat and forced her to look at him. "Now we can do this the hard way, or we can do this the harder way, little girl. I have you for the whole night until I release you, or until noon tomorrow, whichever comes first. There are only two things that I am prohibited from doing: I can't kill you, and I can't break you up into smaller pieces. If you obey me, I can't promise you that you'll enjoy yourself completely, but I can promise that your pain might not be as extreme. The choice is yours. Now, again, I will ask you, do you understand me?"

Sophie was trembling at this point, but she did manage to slowly tilt her head up and down.

"Good, now let's get started in earnest, shall we?"

"Mind if I come in and watch for a few minutes?"

Vicki had found her way down to the renovated basement and was creeping around the corner of one of the playrooms where Sophie's $10,000 price tag was being earned. The man looked up for a second and then nodded.

He was tightly holding Sophie's brown hair, her head just above an aluminum bucket. Sophie gasped for air again just before he shoved her face back down into the liquid, a combination of water, sweat, piss, and excrement. Standing about 30 feet from the action, Vicki could see the side view of the naked and freshly tortured Sophie. The young freshman's welted ass wiggled as she struggled to lift her head. Her wrists had been hastily bound by hemp rope behind her back, and Vicki reached for her own pussy watching the girl's fingers struggle. Sophie's fingers were about the only part of her body that didn't cause her pain to move.

Vicki licked her lips as Sophie was allowed up for air, briefly. The man lifted her chest up higher and Vicki could make out the long 6-inch silver skewers that horizontally and vertically pierced Sophie's breasts. Additionally, there were several dozen medical-size needles that ribboned in and out of the freshman's breast skin. Vicki's view was obscured by Sophie's thighs, so she was prevented from seeing the needles that remained in her pussy lips and clit, and the acorn-shaped plastic dildo that was held within her pussy by a series of needles.

"I just wanted to see how our last initiate was surviving."

The man did not turn to look at Vicki this time, he just mumbled his words as he send Sophie's face splashing into the bucket again. "She'll survive."

Tia and Kia had some difficulty transferring the well-used Sophie at noontime the next day. Sophie was nearly incoherent while Tia and Kia ran the waterhose over her beaten and bruised body. The only space that showed no sign of bruising or welts was Sophie's face. There were stratch marks at her neck where a metal collar and a hemp rope had been applied too tight, but from the neck up, Sophie had only dried tears and dried cum on her face. Tia struggled to hold the torture victim up while her twin sister applied topical solutions that would maximize the skin's own healing process. Sophie's body movements were those of a defeated Raggedy-Ann doll. Tia and Kia said very little as they applied disinfectant to the open cuts on Sophie's back and thighs and breasts. Neither Tia nor Kia had ever experienced such a session, and they had never heard of any of the initiates being abused to this extent.

Vicki seemed unphased by Sophie's injuries, even as she commented on first looking at the body standing limp in chains. She identified the one cut over Sophie's left nipple would likely require stitches. Catherine was ushered downstairs to the basement and put her limited nursing knowledge to work to patch up the cuts. It turns out that part of the nipple had been torn away when one of the piercing rings (temporarily installed by the high bidder) had been ungraciously ripped out. He left three other rings from his handiwork behind: one in her right nipple, and the other two bunched close together in her swollen clit.

At one point during her cleaning, Sophie spontaneously vomitted, spewing a good volume of the cum and piss that she had consumed from the night and morning before. Tia managed to get out of the way in time, while Kia was not so fortunate. Kia's thong bikini was soaked in vomit for the entire trip back in the Suburban. Kia felt sorry for herself for just a moment, and then turned back to look at the bedraggled Sophie, who had passed out again from exhaustion.

Back at the sorority house, Sophie was laid out at the foot of Vicki's bed. Tia gave her a blanket to sleep on and then adjusted Sophie's neck into a metal collar and connected the collar to an eyebolt on the floor. Sophie wouldn't be able to move much, but of course, Sophie's body would barely move even if given free reign to do so.

Sunday afternoon was giving way to Sunday evening, and Sophie continued to sleep until she was rudely awakened by a violent yank on her hair by Catherine. It took a few seconds to get her bearings, but Sophie's eyes looked around and she understood that she was back at the sorority house. Strangely, she felt a sense of safety and comfort, if only because she was no longer hanging from that dungeon ceiling at Danielle's mansion, or being ravaged in her asshole by the man in shades. Images of the baseball bat he thrust into her ass made her involuntarily shut her eyes again and curl back into a tight fetal position.

"Hey, wake up! Vicki wants to have a few words with you." Catherine shook Sophie's face, illiciting a slight groan. Sophie eventually opened her eyes long enough to see the 5'11" Vicki towering over her.

"You know, little cunt, you must have really impressed the shit out of that Mr. X last night," Vicki crouched down to get right into her slave's face. "He gave you a thousand dollar tip. Or should I say he gave us a thousand dollar tip. Still haven't found out what his name is, but I will. I'll either get Danielle to tell me, or use some other means. He could be quite valuable for future fundraisers. That money makes up for not having more initiates."

Vicki repositioned herself, standing up and collecting a videotape from Catherine. "You saw some of the tape we made last night. I know you feel like shit now, and you're just dying to get to the cops, right? Well, you're not going to do that. Think about the consequences if you do, and if you haven't figured it out by now, I'm going to spell it out for you in terms you can understand.

"I own you now, Sophie. I have tapes that show what an irrepressible slut you are, and I can send them to your friends, your classmates, your parents: anybody. I can put it out on the Web, I can make posters up and plaster them at your old high school where your sister Dorena can see you sucking dicks and eating out other girls.

"Now, ask yourself, 'Is it worth it, calling anybody about this?' Not only would you be ruined and humiliated, you would lose your chance to attend this school. We make a lot of money through our connections and our parties---you will never have to worry about college money or tuition or anything like that for the next four years, Sophie. You just have to remember that I own you, and you do what I tell you. If you ever fail me, if I hear that you ever went to the police, if I see that you disappoint me in any way, your free ride is over, your college years are over, and your family finds out what a whore you are."

Sophie did not acknowledge this proclamation with a nod or a sound, but the look of acquiescence and defeat in her eyes told Vicki everything she needed to know. Sophie had gotten the message clearly, and upon weighing her option, Sophie knew she had no good alternatives to the law laid out by Vicki.

"Oh, and there is one other little thing. Even if you foolishly decide that you are going to sacrifice yourself and your future just to try and punish me, then you better think again. I have a teacher friend who works in the school system where you went to high school, where your sister still goes to high school. He seems to have his eye on her, but I could made sure he wouldn't touch her. It seems Mr. Reynolds has fornicated more than a few times with students in his career and it would interest Mrs. Reynolds to know about those activities. I have the tapes, and he knows it, however, if I need to tarnish your sister's life in anyway because of something you do, well, it seems Mr. Reynolds is only more than interested in helping me out. He's being a good boy right, but only because I'm holding his leash. Give me a reason to let him loose on her, and I promised Reynolds I would even help him successfully kidnap her."

Sophie tried to stymie the fresh tears that were welling up in her eyes. She thought about her sister, and her family, and how happy she had been only two months ago on thinking about going away to college. The future looked so bright. The promise of the Beta Sigma Delta sorority had been a golden opportunity. All the promise now had rotted. She could barely comprehend how quickly things had changed, and she dared not to think about how things might progress from here.

Vicki yanked on Sophie's metal leash and forced the novice slave to stare back at her. "By the way, I almost forgot: Congratulations, Sophie. You're the newest member of Beta Sigma Delta."