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Subject: {ASSM} "Initiation of Sophie" chaps 6,7; by MrBondskin (Mf,F+/f+,bdsm,tor,rub,scat,ws,humil,nc)
Date: Mon,  5 Nov 2001 05:10:02 -0500
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Chapter 6   

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  Her platform shoes had been replaced by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."

"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."

* * * * * * 
Chapter 7

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."

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