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Subject: {ASSM} "Initiation of Sophie",chps 4,5 by MrBondskin (Mf,F+/f+,bdsm,tor,rub,scat,ws,humil,nc)
Date: Mon,  5 Nov 2001 07:10:02 -0500
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Chapter 4

The following weekend was a scheduled Holiday weekend.  However, the remaining
initiates striving to enter Beta Delta Sigma were instructed to call or write
home and make excuses to be around the college over the three-day weekend. 
Sophie was one of those who complied.  The list of 21 initiates dwindled to 10
by the time the first holiday rolled around.  Sophie had heard whispers about
the coming weekend.  It was usually the final breaking point for the remaining
prospective members.  

That Friday afternoon, the ten remaining girls were stripped of their clothes
and placed on their knees in a straight line.  A bowl was passed in front of
the girls and one by one, each girl was to reach in and pick out a random
floppy disk.  Contained on the disk was a Program that laid out an individual
weekend plan.  Sophie was led to a desktop PC and inserted the disk.  Of all
the disks, she knew she must have drawn the most cruel plan of all.  Janice,
who was supervising at the computer even gave a slightly sympathetic look to
this initiate.  She knew that Vicki had come up with some creative and cruel
orders in the past, but this sounded so extreme and so impossible.  Some of the
things on this list ran outside the normal boundaries of Janice's initiation. 
How could Vicki expect some Freshman do accept all of these, especially one
after another?  But Janice understood that she had a job to do in preparing and
supervising Sophie; if she refused , her own Junior sister status would be
returned to that of a Freshman.  And being demoted was akin to the kiss of
death in this sorority.     

That Friday evening, the first item on Sophie's list was a trip to a tattoo
parlor that Vicki had an arrangement with.  Janice outfitted Sophie for the
ride.  Sophie was oiled down thoroughly, every inch and every crevice of her
body.  Janice of course needed help with most of the outfitting, so she
borrowed the perennial slave Kristee from other duties and dragged her
upstairs.  Kristee applied a second liberal coating of lubricant and then
extradited the clothes to be worn from the closet. 

In thirty minutes, Sophie was ready.  Her long brown hair was drawn into a
single French braid complete with a white ribbon accenting the tail end.  She
had a snug white leather collar wrapped around her neck; it forced her chin
upward as the height of the collar was no less than four inches from top to
bottom.  The collar was made of a shiny leather joined in the back with a
series of metal clasps that resembled small hooks.  In the front a single
oversized O-ring was ready for the leash.  

To place the push-up white leather corset took the hard work of both Kristee
and Janice.  They pulled at the white leather strings until the corset was
laced from just above the midpoint of her back down to the nascent valley of
her cheeks.  Sophie's natural waist size had been reduced 4 inches to measure
just 19 now, and her breathing was obviously labored.  She could barely hold
herself up as the other two girls squeezed the white  rubber gloves on.  All
that remained was the skimpy white rubber skirt which zipped up quickly and
then the 7-inch white patent leather heels.  The high heels were perhaps a half
size too small, but Janice crammed the initiate's toes deeper inside
regardless.  

When Sophie walked--slowly at first--to test her new outfit, her midrift peeked
out slightly between the tight corset and the waistline of the skirt.  The look
may have been a little untidy, but Janice knew the man in the tattoo parlor
would only get more turned on by the hint of Sophie's flat stomach and cute
navel.  Sophie was given a long white slick to cover her from the neck down to
her ankles, and was swiftly escorted to Janice's car.   

Janice's car was more accurately a gigantic Suburban that her parents had
purchased for their daughter on the occasion of her 16th birthday.  The
dark-tinted windows concealed Sophie's bizarre fashion look as she kneeled in
between the two upholstered seats in the back row.  Sophie kept her face turned
down so by the time the SUV stopped, she had no earthly idea how far they
travelled or what path they used to arrive here. Before Sophie could even get a
glimpse of the seamy side of this section of the city, Kristee applied a silky
white blindfold over the initiate's brown eyes.  Kristee and Janice then
escorted the Freshman into the empty street and through the parlor's backdoor. 
 

The long white slick was discarded and Sophie was leaned up against a dirty
wall.  Her blindfold was removed and just as Sophie quickly lowered her head
like an obedient slave, she did catch a hasty impression 
of her surroundings.  She was in a small, poorly-lit room that resembled a
storage closet more than a professional tattoo parlor.  The floor was checkered
black and white and the walls were decorated with over-sized samples of the
artist's tattoo designs.  

Sophie's ankles and wrists were being secured to leather straps that were
attached to the wall.  A larger strap was brought around her exposed
mid-section and Sophie's body was pulled firmly against the wall.  Janice and
Kristee fell back into the shadows as Mazza, the tattoo artist, approached his
new canvass.  Sophie's head instinctively drifted back as far as it would go
until it too was propped up against the colorful wall.  

"Vicki says she wants something special for you," the artist said as he opened
his box of inks and instruments.  "She says you're something special and you
deserve this.  Have you ever gotten any tattoos?"

Sophie swivelled her head "no" as much as the restrictive white collar would
allow.

"Then this is a new experience for you.  Vicki also said she didn't care how
long or how painful it had to be.  I promised her I wouldn't dissappoint
anybody."

Six hours later Sophie watched as the two Sisters that brought her to this
artist were bringing his cock to a climax.  Mazza was leaning against the far
wall but Sophie could still make out the shadowy figures of the two coeds on
their knees, taking turns licking and sucking.  What she could not see was the
finished look of the tattoo permanently placed on her skin.  The pain had gone
from initially great intensity to sharp tickling as he stretched out his work
from just above her clit and along her left hip.  

It would be hours before Sophie would even be allowed to see the
brightly-colored dragon whose fangs and mouth opened up as if to devour her
pussy.  The 7-inch creature with grotesque blood-shot eyes and slimy dark green
skin had a scaly tail that extended over her hip bone, reaching for her
asscheek.  If given the opportunity, the artist wanted to continue the tail, so
he left the end of his work looking slightly unpolished.  

With a little more effort, the Sisters finished off the man who had marked
Sophie.  They shared his cum with each other's lips as he spewed his sperm on
their faces.  He kissed them on the lips and disappeared through a black
hallway.  The Sisters untethered their initiate, replaced her white rubber
skirt and her long white slicker and then returned to the Suburban.  It was now
about 1 in the morning and time for the next stage of Sophie's long weekend.

* * * * * * *

Sophie rested in her kneeling position with her head down.  She had time to
think.  It was the intervals between the unknown predicaments that both filled
her with terror and wonderful anticipation.  The pain above her pussy and above
her thigh was subsiding, and Sophie wondered just what the tattoo looked like.
She fought against the temptation to ask Kristee about its appearance.  Sophie
had thought about getting a small frog or heart tattoo almost all her 19 years,
she told herself, so this was what she wanted, right?    

All Sophie read on the disk about the next part of her evening was that she was
supposed to go to an afterhours nightclub, a place she had never even knew
existed called The Black Box.  When the vehicle stopped again, Sophie's eyes
were covered and she was led out and into the club.  

She was walking carefully on her 7-inch platform heels in the dark with Kristee
and Janice on either side.  The two Sisters led the initiate to a quiet room
far removed from the noise and dancing off the club's main chamber.  Sophie was
instructed to kneel on the floor.  As she complied with their instructions, her
knees felt the chill of the concrete surface.  Her head was leaned forward and 
her collared neck placed inside a wooden stock.  Her wrists were brought up to
stocks and she rested them on the smooth wood.  Sophie could hear the top half
of the stocks being lowered and then snapped together.  Janice connected a
padlock on each metal hinge.  

Sophie's legs were spread wide allowing a black metal spreader bar to be
connected and subsequently padlocked to her ankles.  Sophie was left in this
uncomfortable position while the two Sisters got the next part of the plan
rolling.  Their job was considerably simple.  They each put on a tight and
short black latex dress and used their heavenly bodies to entice men, any man
regardless of age, appearance, size, or any other factor.  Janice knew how easy
this crowd was and she explained to Kristee a few tips that would work to get
the men interested faster in coming back to the side room in which they had
left Sophie.  And once inside the room with Sophie, the men were to believe
that she was their nympho roommate who was into kinky sex.  They could use her
mouth, her ass, or just her pussy.  The only catch was that just before they
unloaded, they had to jerk off into one of the tall graduated cyclinders
sitting on the concrete floor next to the wooden stocks.  Some men would forget
the simple rule or not have enough control over their own cocks, Janice warned
her subordinate Sister, but if the girls managed to get 100 men or more in the
room, they would successfully fill up the cyclinders deep with cum.  

In less than 15 minutes on the dance floor on their first trip out, Janice had
a man very excited.  When he finally saw what lay before him, he didn't ask any
more questions or become suspicious, he just lowered his pants as quickly as he
could over his erection and thrust his cock at Sophie's face, fumbling for her
to open her mouth.

Sophie had thought this bondage arrangement would mean more whipping or
spanking, so she was a little startled, but she knew better than to protest or
ask any questions.  Sophie stretched out her neck as best she could and gave
him the only attention this gentleman would get all night long.  She could feel
his cock start to pulse only half a minute after she began licking him, and she
of course perpared to swallow his load.  But he remembered the one stipulation
and crouched down with his cock held over an empty cylinder.  He quickly if not
clumsily shot his sperm inside the glass container, moaning with delight as he
finished off his orgasm.  

As the night wore on and the dawn broke, Sophie suffered a similar fate over
and over again, all her wet holes being ravaged by no fewer than 100 men.  The
steady flow of men did not begin to wear off  until sometime after seven in the
morning.  Sophie's head would occasionally lean down and her eyes would shut
temporarily, catching about a minute's sleep.  Then another man would attack
her from behind and her body would quickly reawaken.  Her jaws would catch some
rest if only one man entered her from behind, but for the majority of time she
was the target of double penetrations.  The word was spreading throughout the
underground club about the side action, and many of the guys that rammed Sophie
had return visits, bringing other friends into the mix.    

The sperm-filled cylinders were collected by Kristee and then Sophie was
released from her stocks and guided back to the SUV.  Sophie's legs were a
little wobbly, as her pussy and asshole were still on fire from so much use and
abuse.  She had managed to orgasm about a dozen times before she lost count,
but the stiffness and soreness in her holes was nonetheless terrible.  Sophie
was allowed to rest in the Suburban for the long ride back to the Sorority.  In
her mouth, she tasted over and again her own pussy juice and bits of sticky cum
that were not distributed into the cylinders.  Once she was returned to the
sorority house, all of her white clothes, save for the collar, were removed and
Sophie was washed off by Kristee.  Sophie was taken to Vicki's room where the
slave's collar was attached to an eyebolt on the floor.  Vicki was still
sleeping as Sophie was given a blanket to sleep on at the foot of Vicki's bed. 
It was a little chilly with no clothes, but Sophie was exhausted and fell
asleep almost instantly.  The next phase of her weekend planner lay ahead.

* * * * * * *
Chapter 5

Sophie felt her back was on fire.  Her eyes quickly flew open to find herself
in a new position.  Her wrists had been tied to either bedpost on the footboard
and her knees were tied and bent under her body. The leash on Sophie's tight
collar was held by Vicki but a different Sister was administering the blows.  

Sophie was informed that this would be the morning ritual anytime she was
allowed to stay in Vicki's room overnight.  Indeed, this was to be the morning
ritual for Sophie---if accepted into the Sorority---anytime she slept over in
one of the elder Sister's rooms.  There were about 15 Juniors and Seniors
total, but clearly, Sophie learned that the real leader was Vicki Desmond. 
Vicki was a Graduate student who had now been attending university for seven
years.  This was her final year of studies, and Vicki intended to make it the
most memorable, both in and out of the classroom.  Her reputation with the Beta
Sigma Delta Sorority was secure, but Vicki was the ambitious type who always
opted to push the envelope.  Vicki's motives were not always clearly understood
by everyone in the Sorority, but it was obvious to all that Vicki planned on
making Sophie's initiation an exceptional process.  

Vicki had Sophie whipped an additional 10 minutes and then called for a pair of
Sophomore Sisters to come and clean the initiate properly.  Tia and Kia were
identical twins and even though they had been with the Sorority for more than a
full year now, it seemed to Sophie that these two were never treated much
better than beginning initiates.  They were from a high school in Glendale, but
Tia and Kia had been born and raised in Japan.  They had come with their family
to America rather lately, and perhaps the language barrier was one of the
reasons their smooth Oriental skin was consistently being punished.  Sophie
made a mental note to find out more about these two, as they were so strikingly
attractive; and Sophie could not recall being so drawn to girls before.  This
whole trial process, while being excessively humiliating at times, was not
without it's small pleasures, Sophie thought to herself.  

Vicki suddenly took command of Sophie's leash, forcing her neck to strain as
high into the air as her tied-down body would allow.  Vicki rolled out her
tongue and, instead of kissing her little pet, she licked across Sophie's lips.
 Turning her attention to the twin Asians, Vicki released the tension in the
leash.  "Clean her inside and out, girls.  And get rid of that pussy hair, all
of it.  The third part of her trial begins this afternoon."

Inside the oversized bathroom, Sophie felt a little more comfortable being left
alone with Tia and Kia.  No elder sisters were in the room, and she felt as if
she could talk freely.  Tia and Kia quickly removed what little clothing they
had to begin with.  The sisters helped each other unpeel the tight rubber
stockings and the equally tight rubber opera gloves.  They were trained
however, to keep their tiny rubber collars around their necks, and actually,
the thought of removing them never occurred often to either one of them.  Tia
and Kia worked well as a team and Sophie looked up from her kneeling position
to watch the girls prepare the oversized tub with warm water and special beads
that quickly filled the sauna-sized tub with foam and bubbles.  

Tia and Kia fetched the slightly younger initiate and led her inside the warm
water.  Sophie saw her tattoo in the mirror just briefly as she slid into the
water, thinking how grotesque the dragon appeared over her clit hood.  Sophie
still experienced some soreness where the tattoo artist had made his work on
her thigh and near her clit.  She also had some stiffness from being in the
stocks at the nightclub, and being rocked in the wooden frame while 100-plus
men pummelled her mouth, pussy, and ass.  And then, adding to those aches and
pains the sudden violent whipping this morning, Sophie's body instantly decided
that this bath treatment felt good.

Sophie fell deeper into the water and simply let her mind go.  Tia and Kia at
first began to play around with each other, but they knew better than to become
distracted for long from their duty.  If the head of this club burst into the
bathroom unexpectedly, then Vicki would make sure that the twins would spend
the rest of the night in the bathroom as human toilets.  They had already been
through that punishment in their Freshman year, and neither preferred to endure
that kind of torment again.        

As Sophie felt the warmth of the water begin to induce a desire to sleep, she
noted the piercings that both marked and distinguished her adept handlers.  Tia
had rings through her perky nipples, and Kia had rods.  Otherwise, you would
swear that there were no differences between the identical twins.  Both girls
looked to be about 19 or 20, Sophie told herself.  Sophie admired their perky
little breasts; even if they were small B-cups, their tits were proportionate
to their petite albeit curvy 5'7" frames, and their dark nipples had really
grown since being pierced a year ago.  Tia handed something warm for Sophie to
drink, and without question, Sophie imbibed the liquid, and she felt
substantially more relaxed.  

"This help.  Make you more relax," Tia said in her best English.

Sophie's eyes began to blink rapidly as she was trying to wipe the sleepiness
away from her eyesight.  She watched as Tia flicked her sister's nipple jewelry
with her slender fingers, and then licked at them with her tongue.  For a
fleeting moment, watching these twins reminded Sophie of how she and her
younger sister flirted with each other as their hormones impacted their teenage
years.  In the haziness, Sophie could see her sister hugging her and actually
putting her hand between her own legs, suggesting to Sophie that to do so felt
good.   

Sophie's eyelids became heavy, but not before she watched Tia and Kia bring out
some toys and play with each other in the tub.  Had Sophie any strength left in
her own arm, she would have brought her fingers to her clit and stroked
herself, but she felt so weak and so incredibly relaxed.  Still, the two
Orientals were so uninhibited in front her, and so open with each other.  Tia
brought her sister's nipples to her lips and began to suck and kiss her
sister's rod-pierced nipples.  Kia threw her head back in great pleasure.  

Sophie had no way of gauging how long these two had made love to each other
when she finally regained her full consciousness.  When Sophie completely
awoke, she found herself in a part of the sorority house she had never been in.
 The room was brightly lit in white.  White walls, white tile floor, but no
windows.  Bright flourescent lights hung from the ceiling, and there were
several places on the walls and floor where metal rings were drilled.  There
was a stainless steel desk with several drawers to her far left, and sitting on
the tabletop were several thick metal dildoes, a few syringes, and a variety of
leather restraints.  Sophie strained to look at her surroundings.  Her neck was
held in a tight hard rubber collar, holding her head upright, with absolutely
no room for movement at all.  Her hands had been handcuffed behind her, and
they rested on just above her ass.  While she couldn't tilt her head to look
down, her feet had been adorned with 6-inch platform heels and her ankles were
spread far apart.  Each leg had been stretched apart and chained to a pair of
distant iron O-rings bolted to the tile floor.  There was some breeze coming
from the vents, and Sophie felt the strange lack of hair on her pussy as the
air met her freshly shaved skin.  Sophie's long head of hair had been braided
and tied within it was a thin but sturdy length of chain.  The chain length was
attached to a metal hook that descended from the ceiling and further encouraged
her head to stay uncomfortably unright.    

Sophie heard loud footsteps walking within the hallway.  She could only look
straight ahead, but as she strained to roll her eyes floorward, she saw Vicki
followed behind by Tia and Kia crawling on their knees.  

"You've done exceptionally well, initiate.  There is only one other initiate
who has made it as far as you this weekend;  all the others have gone crying
home or back to their pathetic dorms.  I have to say, so far, I am very pleased
with how you have accepted your trials. But you know your weekend has one trial
left?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?" Vicki said sternly, and in a way that clearly led to Sophie's only
response.

"Yes,...ma'am?" 

Vicki tried to hold back a wide grin. This one was learning fast, she thought
to herself.  "I also will accept, 'Yes, Mistress,' but that is the only other
way you will address me from here on when we are in this house or at a sorority
party."  Vicki took a few steps on her black thigh-high boot heels and withdrew
a riding crop, planting it suggestively on Sophie's cheek.  "Do you
understand?"

"Yes, mistress."  As soon as Sophie filled the air with the word "mistress",
Vicki smiled gratefully and removed the black crop from Sophie's view. 

"The trial on your disk I do believe said 'Auction Party', didn't it?"

"Yes, mistress."

"Tia and Kia here are going to help me outfit you for tonight's affair.  All
the other sisters have already gone ahead.  I wanted to see to this personally,
so I'll make sure my Asian pets here dress you up according to plan.

Vicki dropped back a step or two and smacked the riding crop hard along Kia's
bare ass.  "Let's get started, we've got a lot of work to do."

* * * * * *

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