Initiation of Sophie, part 3 | bondage story | pussy, pain, nipples

The feeling of helplessness was familiar to Sophie. Just as she had been wrapped and wound tightly in latex for her first sorority whipping, Sophie found herself immobile again.

Sophie's body had healed fairly quickly over the last three weeks, and save for a few nasty stubborn bruises, only memories remained from the all-night party session with the highest bidder. Sophie blacked out many times at the hands of the man in dark sunglasses, but she remembered the intense pain even if her body showed no significant signs of her torture. Now that her body was ready to receive her official sorority rings, Sophie had to be ritualistically prepared.

In the afternoon, a dozen of the Beta Delta Sigma sisters stripped Sophie and washed her thoroughly. After the warm bath, Sophie was laid out and lathered with shaving cream from her neck down to her ankles. With so many girls commanding so many razors, the job shouldn't have taken more than ten minutes, but these girls made sure to have a little playtime with Sophie, bringing out a dildo or two while shaving her entire frame. Sophie couldn't help but start to feel a tingle in her pussy as the old barber-style straight-edged razors cut away all of the fine light hairs on her arms, thighs, calves. When she was turned over onto her stomach, Sophie's backside was lathered with the thick foam from the nape of the neck downward to the small of her back, covering up the dragon tail of the Mazza tattoo she had been given a few weeks earlier. When the razors were finished, they turned her over again and let her body air-dry for a minute or two.

Her clean shaven pussy immediately felt the cool air and then almost as quickly she felt the lips and pierced tongue of Janice, then Nomi (whose tongue was double pierced), and then Julia Ann. And the by the time everyone had a chance to suck on and lick inside Sophie's pussy, an hour's time had passed.

A collar and leash were attached to Sophie's otherwise naked body, and she was made to crawl to the living room, where a heavy solid oak table awaited. She was ordered to lie on the table and the sisters efficiently strapped Sophie down in spread-eagled fashion. Oils were spread over the tight little Asian bodies of Tia and Kia, who revelled in the attention. When these twins had been thoroughly oiled, they took turns mounting Sophie and from one skin to another, applied the oil by rubbing and caressing the strapped and spread initiate. In moments like these, it was easy for Sophie to forget about previous pain, and easy to prepare for future pain.

The future was close. Tia and Kia were ordered off and a kind of silence fell over the girls participating in the ceremony. Every girl waited on her knees with hands in her lap, watching for Vicki. Sophie strained her neck to find the statuesque Vicki Desmond striding down the staircase, making her way to the main event. The sorority president was decked out in her black corset and thigh-high black leather boots. Everything else was utterly exposed.

Vicki was carrying a shiny black metal box, about the size of a VCR. She opened the case and began handing out little packets to all the girls surrounding Sophie. The packets held little needles, each about 2 inches in length with no dull end; both tips were sharpened. Sophie's heart started to race; she had mentally prepared herself for her nipples to be pierced. Now, she was looking all around her and seeing there might be several hundred needles.

Vicki gave the command and one by one, the sisters placed the special double-point needles at roughly 45-degrees into the wooden surface and pointing toward the outline of Sophie's well-oiled, completely exposed and strapped body. As the operation mounted, the collection of needles closely surrounding Sophie grew to over three hundred in number. It was almost impossible for Sophie to move a single muscle without a sharp prick being felt somewhere along her outer skin. The pins resting between her thighs and just south of her pussy had already pricked her a dozen times as she adjusted and readjusted her limbs and her torso to avoid scraping up against the needles everywhere else.

When 400 plus needles had been finally distributed, Sophie lay perfectly still, but Vicki could make out the pounding of the heart in the Freshman's chest. Sophie's glistening breasts were expanding with every accelerated breath as Vicki knelt down and approached the young initiate.

Vicki leaned down with her latex glove-hand and firmly grasped Sophie's thick nipples. Sophie's expression was pained and she felt the urge to cry out but she stiffled that urge. She tried with all her will not to move an inch as Vicki brought down a wicked looking instrument.

"Beauty of Merciless Domination - Realless FemDom Art"

"Sophie, I've been dying to try this new puncher." She held the ominous silver tool right at Sophie's nose, forcing the eyes to go crossed temporarily as the Freshman stared at the metal. It looked like an elaborate hole-punch you might see in an office supply store, only with some sadistic modifications. "This is something I picked up from Mazza. It not only pierces the skin, and creates the hole, it leaves behind a tiny grommet permanently inside the skin. And I've chosen a fairly large grommet because I want your rings to stand out since you're the only initiate who made it."

Sophie wanted to squirm, she wanted to let her fear take over and surrender to an earth-shattering scream, but a kind of strange paralysis commanded her body instead. The word "permanent" had paralyzed her. She was taking in the import of this when suddenly the grip on her left nipple tightened under Vicki's fingers. The hole-punching tool was held about a centimeter from the outer most part of her nipple; unbeknowst to her this would allow Vicki to pierce the nipples again closer to the tip when Vicki felt the time was right. As soon as Vicki felt the device was centered, Sophie saw Vicki make a fist to close the handles, and then she closed her eyes as pain seared through her nipple, and sent shivers through the nerves in her breast and down her spine. The sorority girls watched in quiet, but excited observance, some with hands on their laps, others with wet fingers inside moist pussies. Tia and Kia were naked on their knees still, but they were leaning hip to hip and shoulder to shoulder, playing with the other, flicking at the other's pierced nipples, but maintaining their focus on the blood vessels in Sophie's neck that strained greatly underneath her skin.

Sophie's body could not resist the urge to react to the immense pain, and when she did wiggle a hundred little pin pricks in her legs, arms, and everywhere else screamed out in pain.

Vicki inspected the small sturdy cylinder of metal that was implanted within Sophie's nipple and smiled at the success of the new tool. The metal length was perfect and ran from one edge to the other, leaving little room for even a trickle of blood to escape.

Vicki gave the trembling freshman little time to recover. Tears started to roll down Sophie's cheek, but such a response only heightened Vicki interest and emboldened her resolve to continue the ritual. Vikci squeezed the right nipple and pulled it away from the Freshman's glistening chest. The leader of the sorority was excited, but knew there would be time to play with her own pussy soon enough. Vicki held the punch firm and applied a quick jolt of pressure, piercing the flesh and installing new metal within Sophie's dark nipple.

Sophie began to shout out, but Vicki quickly moved her own wet, excited pussy over the younger girl's mouth, stifling most of the noise. Sophie had been through this routine a hundred times before in the span of a few weeks, and despite her own pain, Sophie recognized her duty to her mistress.

As Vicki was getting her pussy attention, the other girls began removing the hundreds of tiny needles that outlined Sophie's oiled down skin. Most of the needles remained in the oak table, while a few dozen had separated from the wood and were lodged in the outer layer of Sophie's skin.

Four hours later, Sophie was still strapped down to the heavy table, licking the juices from yet another pussy. Her tongue was getting sore, which took some of the pain away from the punctures in her nipples. Tia and Kia were crawling over to her when Vicki and Catherine made their way back.

"Here are your new rings, my pet." Vicki held out the two silver rings and let the light catch them just right, causing the rings to give off the desired sparkle. Vicki placed the first ring through the left hole. Sophie heard the click of metal as she, Tia, and Kia were exchanging wet tongues and kisses in a three-way kiss. A second "click" was made over the other breast, and Sophie remained absent-minded. In a few minutes more though, Sophie felt her nipples starting to get extremely hot. Vicki and Catherine were taking precision blow torches and permanently welding the connected ends of the silver rings. The heat was being conducted throughout all of the metal touching her skin. Sophie's eyes began to water even as Tia and Kia flicked their pierced tongues in and out of the freshman's ears.

"There, I don't think you'll be pulling those off anytime soon." Vicki gave the new jewelry a test tug, and smiled at her fine work. Catherine gave Sophie a little friendly slap on the thigh then left for her room to get ready for her date. Most of the other girls had already left on individual or group excursions on this Friday night. Vicki thought she should give Sophie's body a brief chance to rest, so she ordered Tia and Kia to draw a bath and "take care of Sophie" then put her to bed. The bed was really a thick blanket on the floor of Mistress Vicki's room, but she was understood without having to elaborate.

"Wash her inside and out, girls. Tomorrow we're going shopping for Sophie. She's earned a new wardrobe, don't you think?"

Tia and Kia simultaneously nodded and joined that with a simple "yes, mistress."

Sophie awoke to the sharp pain shooting across her back. Vicki's favorite cat o'nine tails was quickly becoming Sophie's least liked whip. When she was given the privilege of sleeping at the foot of Vicki's bed, this was how the morning began. Vicki had her fun for about 5 minutes then ordered the newest official sorority member to lick pussy for all the Juniors and Seniors that were still sleeping. This chore did not take as long as usual since it was a Saturday morning and a lot of the girls had not come home yet from their Friday night festivities.

Sophie pleasured four girls upstairs, then crawled down the stairs heading to the bedrooms on the first floor. She nearly screamed when she made it to the base of the steps and looked up to find Tia and Kia hanging from the ceiling in the great room. Each Asian girl was tied in a traditional Japanese shibari style with tons of tight coarse rope, facing each other, but their painful pose looked to Sophie like a cruelly executed embrace. Tia's wrists were tied behind her sister's back, and Kia's arms were tied likewise. Their delicate wrists lay on the other's firm ass, pulled irrevocably close to the sister's body because a length of rope ran taut between one set of pussy lips, and anchored to the other pussy via a pair of new clit rings. Vicki made sure that if one girl even adjusted her wrist or body in the slightest, she would tug on her own ring and her sister's brand new ring. Kia's and Tia's long dark brown hair had been twisted into a mutual braid, and interlaced with hemp rope that reached high into the 12-foot ceiling. The sisters were barely on the tips of their toes, struggling to stand and balance themselves. And they each had only one leg that reached the floor since the other leg had been bent back and tied to the upper thigh. Their tongues had been secured together with one larger golden ring, which meant there was drool that dribbled down their necks and chests, dropping to the hardwood floor to form a large pool that had building over night.

Sophie didn't see anyone or hear anyone awake on the first floor, so she cautiously crawled closer. Their athletic legs showed signs of numerous whipmarks and nasty welts, though no blood had been drawn by Vicki and a small cadre of her sorority sisters who had decided to grant Tia and Kia their sophomore status rings not long after the twins put Sophie to bed. Sophie inched up to Kia and Tia and heard the soft moans from the twins. After several hours tied in this manner, the action of the ropes twisting in and around their clean pussy lips had turned into more pain than pleasure. Sophie could clearly see the pussies were being rubbed raw by the movement and coarseness of the hemp rope.

Either out of empathy or her latent desires for the two Asian girls, Sophie ran her hand along Kia's standing (and struggling) leg, and then glided a hand along Tia's leg. The girls could roll their eyes downward just to see who was there, but there was little else they could do to acknowledge Sophie. Sophie felt guilty for and confused about her feelings. She wanted to have a chance to talk to them, to really talk about normal things outside of the sorority, but there never was an opportunity. Sophie even shared an elective art class with them, but they sat in a corner in the back of the room and hardly ever said two words while in class.

How many minutes passed since she had come downstairs, Sophie asked herself. She jolted herself back suddenly and cautioned herself not to spend too much time in her chores. Sophie turned back around but not before she got up on her knees and leaned forward to lay a gentle kiss on Kia's and then Tia's ass cheek.

There were only two girls downstairs who required licking. By that time, Vicki went downstairs to check on her slave. Sophie's tongue was still between Nomi's thighs when she was interrupted by the sorority president. Vicki gave Sophie a thunderous slap on the ass.

"Come on, slut. Get upstairs and take a shower. Today we're going to put some of that money you earned at the fundraiser to good use."

Sophie crawled upstairs and started to get up to walk into the closet where her clothes had been, but remembered it was expected that she always crawl, unless otherwise told. You never knew if one of the sisters was watching for you to slip on the house rules. Opening the closet she realized there were only two items left from the wardrobe she had packed up from her dormroom, a small white tank top and a pair of grey gym shorts.

Coming from nowhere, Catherine yanked at Sophie's hair, pulling her up to her feet. "The mistress thought your clothes were inappropriate from here on, now that you are a full-pledge member. We did save you something to wear for your shopping trip though. And here." Catherine threw a pair of strappy platform heels at the girl's feet. "You can borrow these from Janey's stuff---looks like she's never coming back anyway."

As Sophie wasted no time grabbing the clothes on the way to a shower, she was reminded of her fellow freshman, Janey. Her last image of the girl was Janey locked against the bathroom wall and strapped between two urinals, her eyes wide like saucers, and her mouth stuffed with a pound of tissue paper. Not since that fateful night at Danielle's mansion had she seen or heard from Janey. And she hadn't seen her across campus anywhere either. No one in the sorority even talked about her failing the final test of the initiation; in fact, no one mentioned her at all.

Sophie's thoughts turned from Janey as the hot water fell. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the peace of the shower. She lathered some soap across her pussy, preparing to shave, as she was told to strictly maintain the clean look at all times. Looking down, she couldn't help but be drawn by the bright rings that moved easily back and forth through her nipples. It was a surprisingly erotic feeling that she was not entirely prepared for. She gingerly tugged at the rings and her nipples, not sure how much strength she should apply. It was enough, she thought, that everyone else liked to inflict pain on her; it worried her that maybe she didn't care about the pain as much. Was the line between what was normal and abnormal becoming more blurred?

Sophie told herself that she shouldn't but she actually found herself adjusting to the dragon tattoo above her pussy and wrapped around her pelvis. And now, the rings gave her something tangible to play with as she pleasured herself. They would also probably give her tormentors like Vicki something additional to use to cause her pain, she realized. Vicki's threat had worked to quell any thoughts that Sophie had about trying to quit the Beta Delta Sigma sorority, but was that the only reason she stayed? She asked herself this question as she turned her body in the shower, coming no closer to having an answer she wanted to hear.

Eventually, a couple of the juniors, Nomi and Julia Ann, came to retrieve Sophie for further grooming. Other than applying some light makeup, there wasn't much to add to Sophie before they headed out to the mall. Sophie pulled the white tank top over her head and noticed that as she stretched it out, the impression of her nipple rings was quite prominent through the fabric. And the bottom of the shirt wouldn't come down as she remembered it, instead, the bottom edge was well above her navel. Julia Ann threw the grey gym shorts to her and Sophie felt the same disjointedness wearing the shorts; they clearly were tighter. She briefly looked in the full-length mirror and she was shocked to see how the impression of the cleft between her pussy lips was plainly evident through this grey fabric. She didn't have to ask why. Sophie knew that the girls had shrunk the clothes on purpose.

The 5-inch black heels were added next. Nomi strapped one ankle and Julia Ann finished the other. A glance in the mirror let Sophie see how the muscles in her calves and thighs tensed, and how her ass even seemed to stand out more than when wearing flat tennis shoes. Sophie's face already felt embarrassed. This was somehow worse, she thought, than walking around completely naked.

The finishing touch came quickly and painfully. Nomi spun Sophie around and held her firmly at the shoulders, while Julia Ann pulled the grey shorts down to Sophie's ankles. They bent her over before she could even register a protest. Sophie felt some lubricant being applied to her asshole followed by an acorn-shaped black butt plug. She gritted her teeth as the plastic acorn was pressed against her anal ring. At 4 inches long and 3 inches wide, it was the largest thing she had ever been forced to take in her ass, and she couldn't stop the tears as they welled up and ran down her face. Once the widest part of the acorn plug was pushed past the tight anal ring, the worst was over.

Sophie was allowed to straighten up. Her grey shorts were replaced and she took a couple of baby steps, noting how firmly held in place the buttplug was by its ingenious and uncomfortable design. Vicki entered the room and gave Sophie a little spanking, aiming to strike the anal plug with every little blow. "Not like you have a choice, but you better make sure this little baby doesn't come out today. If it does, we have a couple of larger sizes that I guarantee won't come out without the benefit of surgery."

Vicki let everyone else dress conservative, comparatively speaking. Tight skirts, low-cut tops, pumps, fashionable chokers...but no one came close to matching the first impression that Sophie made by her garments. Vicki gathered her fellow BDS sisters and the shopping day began.

It was a busy Saturday afternoon at the mall, and Sophie couldn't believe that she was bouncing around in platform heels wearing no bra, no panties, clothes that were a least a size too small, and worst of all, the painful element that was obvious only to her, the buttplug in her ass that hurt her with every single step, and hurt her more when they stopped to sit. The stares from boys and girls was constant. The looks from moms and grandmoms made her want to hide under a rock. And the lust in the eyes of older men and even the elderly men made Sophie's face flush with redness.

Sophie had braced herself for what she was likely to come home with, but she wasn't prepared for the virtual stripshows and catwalks that Vicki, Nomi, and Julia Ann insisted on seeing in public. The foursome went into a Hot Topic store and found several things for Sophie to try. Nomi found a pair of white nylon stockings that had satin bows saddled just above the knees. She opened the package right off the rack peg and told Sophie to try them on. Sophie unstrapped her shoes and began the process of rolling the nylons up and over her knees. There were a couple of junior high boys looking at some goth tee-shirts who quickly changed their collective focus. All eyes were soon on Sophie as she returned the black platforms to her feet and strutted around the aisles.

Mr. Watters, the Hot Topic manager had seen these girls come in a time or two. Despite his generally laid-back demeanor and multiple tattooed smooth skull, his first inclination a couple of years ago was to ask them to leave because they usually made a scene, but after dozens of trips to his store he knew that these girls always paid, paid for a lot of merchandise, and paid for all it in cold cash. He had eventually warmed up to the kinky girls but for strictly business purposes.

Sophie was constantly worried that everyone could see her nipple rings as she pranced in the store. Nomi and Julia Ann agreed that a combination of the heels and the white stockings made her calf muscles look sculpted and sexy. Vicki meanwhile found a shirt for their model. Vicki curled her index finger and directed Sophie to the back corner of the store.

"Here, put this on." It was a blue, ribbed tank with the words, "I love Policemen," only a red heart took the place of the word 'love'. Vicki amused herself as she looked again at the front. "You never know, this kind of shirt might come in handy."

Sophie at first began to pull the 'Policemen' shirt over her head without removing her own t-shirt. Vicki shot her a cold, stern look. Sophie saw the dressing room off to a corner and she wanted so badly to make a mad dash for that room, but the anger in Vicki's face stopped her dead in her tracks. Sophie closed her eyes, subconsciously thinking perhaps that if I can't see anyone, maybe they won't see me. She shuffled off her own tee as fast as she could and then fumbled to cover her naked breasts with the next shirt, stretching it over her torso in record time. From the gasps made by the teenage boys, Sophie knew of at least two patrons that got a free flash of her tits.