Initiation of Sophie, part 1 | bondage story | pussy, rubber, tight latex

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.

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."

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.

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.

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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.

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."