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Subject: {ASSM} STORY:Initiation of Sophie by MrBondskin, Chapters 1--3 (Mf+,F+/f+,bdsm,tor,rub,scat,ws,humil,nc)
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Initiation of Sophie 

by MrBondskin

Fictional Account containing at least: bondage, sadomasochism, torture, violent
sex, latex, rubber, piss, shit, incest.

The following is the story of a young college girl who endures special
suffering in a special sorority.

 * * * * * * *

Chapter 1

It was what Sophie thought she wanted.  Sophie had been warned about the
initiations that would follow her decision.  This night was just the beginning
of the process, and she had been both warned about it, and was told to look
forward to it.  Even as she was filled with anxiety and apprehension,
especially after being matter-of-factly ordered to remove every shred of her
clothes, Sophie was filled with resolve, and the mantra that repeated in her
mind: I have to get into this sorority.

Delicate hands with french nails applied more clear liquid onto Sophie's sinewy
upper thighs.  True, her whole shapely body was already encased in tight liquid
latex, but with the application of each new layer, a new wave of solvent was to
be added.  It was tradition.  The liquid seemed to surround and restrict the
movements of her slightly larger than average breasts, and constrict her chest
all the way to her narrow waist.  Sophie bit into her gag and tried to inhale
deeply through the narrow breathing tube.  Her nose had been plugged with
breathing tubes an hour ago, and she continued to fight the panic and fear of
suffocation.  These hazing nights were all about conquering fear and showing
you had the mettle to make it into the exclusive club.  

No one but the freshmen would even think of giggling at such a ceremony.  This
was a serious tradition.  Sophie heard one of the girl's giggles followed five
minutes later by the stripping of clothes and a furious whipping.  The girl of
laughter would have cried out if not for the fully-pumped inflatable gag. 
Sophie knew what the gag felt like---she had yet to know the whippings so
intimately.  There were no subsequent giggles.  Only two more layers of liquid
latex spread onto Sophie's body, then the actual black catsuit.

While the last layer of liquid was drying, the Junior and Senior sisters took
turns playing with Sophie's exposed pussy.  There was only a narrow opening,
but large enough to tug and pull the lips out of hiding.  Two of the sisters
handled tweezers and plucked pubic hairs one by one.  All of Sophie's emotions
and senses seemed heightened, and thus she wanted to cry out in a dizzying
mixture of shock and sexual arousal.  Such a small tool and such a delicate
target, but so much intense little pain streaked along her pussy lips.  

The liquid layers dried and tightened one upon the other.  Sophie's breathing
labored and she told herself to slow her breathing down.  It was difficult when
one of the sisters was handed a soft cat o'nine tails and instructed to aim for
Sophie's most vulnerable spot.  Without hesitation, the cat's braids came
crashing down on her pussy.  Sophie bit down hard into the gag, praying that
the tube would not explode in her stretched mouth.  

Sophie reminded herself, even if she didn't know exactly what to expect
beforehand, this is why she chose this school.  The scholarship opportunities
and internships that the leadership promised were the prizes awaiting her.  The
promise of opportunity she told herself---after every new strike of the
whip---was why she endured all the mental tests and bizarre panel questioning
of the sorority's president leading up to this moment.    

Her body instinctively tried to move with each blow falling on her now-swollen
pussy, but Sophie's body remained almost lifeless.  With each wrist and each
ankle held down to the metal table by a pair of girls, the motion from her body
looked like a series of small tremors.  Everything under the latex was held so
compactly and so tightly that there was precious room for any movement.  You
had to observe close to even detect her shallow breathing.  

Though her hearing capacity was dulled, Sophie could make out the sound of
something new coming her way.  Gentle hands were roughly handling her body now
and sliding on a new outer layer.  It was a complete bodysuit made of very
expensive black rubber latex.  Opera gloves were slid onto her slim hands and
arms.  Thigh high leggings rolled up her long sexy legs, made even sexier by
their dark and shiny beauty.  The single zipper came up to her neck now,
pulling taut and mashing down her size 36C breasts to some degree.  The last
few centimeters were the toughest, but with all those helping hands, the task
was achieved.  To top off her body, an ultra tight black mask was spread onto
her face.  This left open only the tiny nose holes for her breathing tubes. 
The strings were tightened behind her head and Sophie could not believe that
this second skin could feel any tighter.  There was at least one more
restrictive accessory which temporarily escaped Sophie's racing mind: The
corset.

The Sophomore girls were instructed to move Sophie into position for the
fitting.  Sophie could not move herself anymore, so all her future movements
would have to be made for her.  Sophie's thoroughly encased body was slid off
the table and stood straight up.  Her arms were lifted up, in spite of the
three layers of tight latex, and each wrist was surrounded by a thick rubber
manacle with a metal O-ring.  Once her arms were raised up high, the girls
attached a wide spreader bar between her wrists and secured each end to her
separate manacles. The spreader bar was hooked to a chain that descended from
the ceiling and Sophie's body was drawn up just an inch or so.  With the balls
of her latex covered feet no longer touching the floor, the sisters brought out
the six-inch platform heels and strapped them to Sophie's feet.  The spreader
bar was once again drawn up and now Sophie could just barely touch the floor
with the soles of her new platforms. There wasn't much leverage, but it
prevented Sophie from hanging by her wrists alone. 

In this hanging position, Sophie found her ability to breathe even more
challenged.  She reminded herself that there had to be a payoff for her
endurance.  She saw flashes of the people she knew who cautioned her against
this course of action.  The words of her best friend in high school, Robin, who
now went to a university halfway across the state, warned Sophie that some
college girls had told her the sorority had been developing a bad reputation in
spite of its high graduation rate.  Even Sophie's younger sister, Dorena, a 17
year-old attending high school back home, had heard weird tales about a few
girls after getting into the club.  After the first few weeks of university
life, those same girls never acted the same again at parties or football games.
   

In her own mind, Sophie could see the faces of those who counseled her, but she
tried to ignore them now, as she ignored them then.  She had to maintain her
focus. Those were just urban legends, or stories propagated by jealous sorority
girls, she told herself.  Every house has its hazing practices, even Sophie's
mother confirmed that truism.  The girls who do make it from this small
off-campus sorority, would be privvy to the best contacts, the best careers. 
After all, Sophie had received the invitation from Beta-Delta-Sigma to join; 
she had to at least try.  She had the chance to interview with a couple of the
Seniors.  Sophie had the chance to back out, even when the pair of latex-clad
Elder sisters warned her that the tests were definitely unique and might be
just a little frightening to most university frosh.  But if she passed the
trials, Sophie was told, then she could begin to meet with the "right" people
about off-campus and career opportunities.  
 
Right now Sophie's focus was on blocking out the pain and remembering to
breathe.  The black corset was wrapped carefully around Sophie's waist.  To
pull the strings and hold the increasing tension, three sisters were required. 
Sophie's waist was appropriate for her body, therefore this new accessory
dramatized her naturally narrow waist.  With each leather string being
tightened, Sophie's waist felt smashed and her abdomen cramped.  Finally after
much tugging and pulling, the application of the corset was complete and
Sophie's new waistline was reduced from 23 to 20 inches.  

Sophie felt her body being wrenched up, and now the front of the platforms just
barely scraped the wood floor.  She let out a small groan as her wrists and
shoulders bore most of her weight now.  Sophie was left in this painful hanging
position for some twenty minutes before the sisters returned with leather
whips.  At first Sophie was glad to know that someone had at least returned;
she had anticipated that she would be let down.  Instead, she was greeted by
simultaneous whippings from over a dozen sisters.  Some of the whips were heavy
and wide, and others were very thin and innocent in appearance.  But at some
point, all of the whips began to hurt and Sophie couldn't tell which one was
which after 10 solid minutes of attack.  The pain in her wrists and shoulders
was easier to forget when every other portion of her body was crying out in
anguish.  For six hours the trend continued.  Sophie was given 20 minutes to
rest, and then she was whipped by all the sisters for at least a quarter of an
hour.  At 3 a.m., the slack in the chain was released and Sophie was allowed to
stand on her platforms again.  Her head bowed forward and she passed out,
tired, hungry and in pain.  

Sophie was aroused out of her sleep by a sharp crisp smack on her latex clad
ass.  The sisters removed Sophie from the hanging contraption and applied a
leather collar with O-ring tightly around her neck.  Next they applied a dog
leash and propped her body up so that she was on her hands and knees.  She
could not move herself quickly, and her limbs were very sore from the night's
activities, so her body behaved and was molded into whatever position the
sisters saw fit.  For breakfast a trio of Beta-Delta-Sigma sisters let Sophie
on all fours and into the kitchen.  A saucer of milk was set down in front of
her.  The black mask and inflatable gag she wore during her sleep were removed
and quickly replaced with a different kind of tight latex mask.  This second
one had eyeholes and a small mouth hole only.   A breathing tube was placed 
through the mouth hole and she was instructed to use this narrow tube to syphon
up her milk.  Sophie had some difficulty getting adjusted but she managed to
slowly make some progress.  She thought that the milk tasted funny, not sour,
but simply different.  If she slowed down, to try and catch her breath,
Sophie's ass was quickly struck by one of the girls.  

While finishing her breakfast, Sophie heard one of the Senior sisters admonish
one of the Sophomores who was preparing and serving pancakes.  The Sophomore,
named Kimberly, had made some careless mistake and the older sister was
enraged.  The Senior ordered the table cleared and then commanded Kimberly to
strip off her dress and then lie down on the heavy wooden table.  Kimberly
quickly removed her black and white rubber maid outfit.  She tossed down the
short rubber dress and was left completely naked save for the black latex
leggings, gloves, and 7" high heels.  Kimberly slowly crawled up on the table,
asking for forgiveness the whole time.  

Vicki, a Senior and President of Beta Delta Sigma, disregarded all the younger
girl's pleas.  She told the other girls to gather around the table because she
had a treat for them.  Vicki filled a Coronet bowl with a bottle of pancake
syrup and heated it up on High power in the microwave for a minute.  The bowl
coming out of the microwave was extremely hot and Vicki's fingers rushed to
bring the bowl over to the trembling Kimberly.  Kimberly closed her eyes
quickly and could not watch as the elder sister poured the steaming hot syrup
on her prone body from her neck, over her nickel-sized nipples, and all the way
to her quivering clean shaven pussy.  Kimberly let out a terrific scream upon
impact and Vicki gestured to all the girls to lick it up, as if to say,
"Breakfast is served."  

Sophie listened and was silently thankful that she was not alone in this
ordeal.  Hunched over her milk, Sophie resolved to remain strong and not to
panic.  Certainly the path was not easy, but she had faith that the rewards
would be great.   

*  *  *  *  *
Chapter 2

On the follwing Friday after classes, Sophie was instructed to be at the main
house by 4 in the afternoon.  When she arrived, a serving maid named Kristee
greeted her at the door.  Kristee was one of the most impressive girls that
Sophie had encountered when she initially arrived at the house.  On this
evening, Kristee was wearing her wide rubber collar with one single ring as
well as her black rubber apron, and 7-inch stiletto heels.  Usually Kristee
wore a tight latex brassiere but her nipples had been pierced recently with
silver bars and the Elders liked showing off their metal works.  Being a
Sophomore member, this meant that Kristee had received her second round of
piercings.  Upon completion of her probation during the first few weeks of her
Freshman year, Kristee had each nipple pierced with a silver ring. 

Sophie tried not to stare at Kristee's new piercings, but the solid rods that
rested just behind the silver rings made Kristee's breasts stand out even more.
 Kristee's face became flush with embarrassment but she recalled her
responsibilities and instructed the new initiate to remove all of her clothing.
 There was not much to remove, only Sophie's short tee-shirt, her plaid skirt,
and her modest mules.  Sophie let the clothes fall to the hardwood floor and
followed the maid.  

Kristee led Sophie into the great room where a pair of sisters, Vicki and
Catherine were chatting about their schoolwork, parents, business, etc.  When
their eyes met Sophie, she quickly looked away and fell to her knees and placed
her hands behind her back.  Both of the girls wanted to be serviced for a few
minutes before they did anything else, so Sophie crawled slowly to the front of
the couch and asked permission to suck their clits and lick their pussies.  The
Sisters did not deny her this request of course.  Vicki was the first to pull
up her skirt and reveal her pussy for Sophie.  Vicki was not completely shaved,
she preferred to keep her jet black hair meticulously cropped and thin though;
and naturally she had several girls at her beck and call to perform this daily
task.  Catherine and Vicki immediately began to fondle and kiss one another
while Sophie leaned her tongue inside and carefully licked and sucked each
pussy.  

As other members of Beta Delta Sigma began to arrive at the house, Sophie's
duty increased to anyone they stuck in front of her face.  After two hours of
pleasuring the other girls, Sophie was gathered up by a pair of maids and
outfitted with a collar and wrist cuffs.  A blindfold was placed on the
initiate and Sophie was led to a chain that hung down in front of the mantle. 
Sophie was stretched up and her cuffs were connected to the hanging chain.  She
was struggling to find a comfortable position on the tips of her toes.  She
could still taste the heavy flavor of all the pussies she had sampled when the
whipping began.  Sophie was commanded not to make a noise, not to scream, and
if she did, a gag would be placed on her and the whipping would only be more
painful and intense.  

Sophie lasted as long as she could without screaming out.  Tears ran down her
cheeks for several minutes before the first intelligible sound pushed past her
lips.  And once she screamed out, the sisters made good on their promise.  A
penis gag about 2 inches wide and 3 inches long was shoved into her mouth and
secured.  Unlike the previous weekend where there were breaks between
whippings, the sisters allowed no such respites.  Whips, paddles, crops,
floggers, canes: everything in their arsneal it seemed was painfully laid
against Sophie's sweat-soaked, writhing body.  Most of these welts would fade
in a couple of hours, but Vicki and her fellow sisters made sure that a certain
number of harsh red welts would serve as physical reminders during the next
school week.  Vicki preferred the cane on Sophie's perfectly rounded ass.  At
least 10 strokes on virtually the same place guaranteed a memorable mark.  And
when (or if) Sophie returned for the next weekend, it meant to Vicki that this
initiate was indeed dedicated to the trials that lay ahead.  

Each time Sophie's body shook from a blow, she left the ground for a split
second. Her toes would rediscover the floor but only for a moment and then
another impossibly stinging whiplash would cause her body to swing again.  Once
an hour's time had passed most of the girls were simply worn out.  Usually, the
initiate passes out or pisses on the floor and the game is then over.  But
Sophie clearly held a higher pain threshhold.  

That evening Sophie was released from her bonds and then placed on all fours. 
Her limbs were terribly weak, and she did not think she could hold this
position for long.  The sisters spent the evening in on that Friday night and
dressed down to their lingerie teddies (and less).  A glass table top was
lowered onto Sophie's back and her shoulders and ass supported the weight of it
as four girls brought out the cards to play poker.  To make the game more
interesting for the girls, they dealt a hand to Sophie on the glass table.  At
first, they thought about keeping the penis gag inside to prevent her from even
speaking.  But to give her a least some kind of chance, the girls decided to
let her decide when and if she wanted to draw or discard; but of course, her
handicap was that she could not even see her own hand.  To make matters worse,
the dealer always dealt all of Sophie's cards face-up, so everyone sitting at
the table knew her hand at all times.  

By the conclusion of their game, Sophie's shoulders were aching and about to
give.  She wanted so much to slide that glass table off her back, but she
feared what that would mean.  In the end, Julia Ann had won all the chips and a
couple of "credits" that were arranged for Sophie to pay back.  Julia Ann
whispered into Sophie's ear as the four girls were clearing away the cards, "I
will have a treat for you this week. You won't have to wait for next weekend to
pay me back, little Sophie."

* * * * * * * * 
Chapter 3

Sophie reported to Julia Ann's apartment off campus as instructed on Wednesday
afternoon after classes.  Sophie was wearing exactly what had been prescribed
for her to wear, a tank top without a bra which did not cover her stomach, a
pair of five inch heels with little anklet socks, and no panties under a tight
mid-thigh skirt.  Julia Ann greeted her at the door in her lingerie, completely
see-through.  Julia Ann's breasts were easily a surgically-enhanced 38D, maybe
even fuller than that, Sophie thought to herself.  As soon as the door was shut
behind her, Sophie was commanded to assume the position.  That meant the sex
slave position she had been taught first thing during her initiation:  On her
knees, head bowed, arms held behind her back, arched back and chest out, with
thighs spread and her pussy exposed slightly.  

Julia Ann's boyfriend knew what went on in her sorority and he often benefited
from the charms that the new initiates had to offer.   Colin liked to dominate
Julia Ann occasionally, but he got much more of a rise from breaking in her new
friends.  On this night, Colin brought over five of his buddies and two of
their girlfriends.  The first game they played with Sophie was a variant of
Spin The Bottle.  Sophie was tied down spreadeagle to the bed in the guest room
and the nine of them spun the bottle to see in what order each one would fuck
her.  Colin even brought over a couple of strap-on dildoes for the ladies; one
was 6 inches long and the other was 8 inches long and 3.5  inches in diameter. 
Sophie was ravaged a dozen times that night, and no part of her body was
spared.  She had her ass stretched particularly hard by one of the girlfriends,
and Sophie cried throughout, stiffling her own urge to scream out loud.  She
had guzzled down four loads of male cum and had the rest of the cum applied to
her face where it dried between rapes.  

After the guests went home, Sophie was allowed to shower.  Colin and Julia Ann
slept in the master bedroom.  Sophie was strapped into an unyielding hogtie and
eventually fell asleep on the carpet at the foot of their bed.  Colin woke up
one time in the wee hours of the morning and rudely if not urgently propped her
hogtied body up to meet his hard-on.  He lifted her limp, still sleepy body off
the floor and stuffed two pillows directly under her belly, raising her ass. 
Without so much as a trickle of lubricant, Colin thrust his cock inside her
asshole.  Sophie let out a muffled cry as she buried her face into the floor. 
The cheeks of her face were roughly scraping against the carpet as Colin
hurried to a climax, depositing his sperm deep inside her ass.  Sophie just
collapsed again to the floor as he wiped some residue across her lips. 
Wordlessly, Colin returned to the bed and snuggled next to Julia Ann, who, was
trying to subdue a tremendous grin.

* * * * * * * 

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