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Subject: {ASSM} "Initiation of Sophie" chap8,9 by MrBondskin (Mf,F+/f+,bdsm,tor,rub,scat,ws,humil,nc)
Date: Mon,  5 Nov 2001 09:10:02 -0500
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Chapter 8

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."

* * * * * * 
Chapter 9

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."

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