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Chapter 6
Just as Vicki brought down the last latex mask---this one with only a small
opening for the mouth---Sophie's sensations were enhanced by the utter darkness
and immobility produced by her outfit. Enhanced also were her fears as she was
only told that they were off to a special party to meet up with the sisters and
the one other lingering initiate. Reviewing the tattoo episode and then the sex
with strangers in the club, Sophie's harried mind began to wonder how much more
intense this hazing could get. And, she seriously questioned her own resolve.
Vicki pulled on the leash and Sophie beganning walking, barely, without the
benefit of being able to see anything. Her platform shoes had been replaced by
a size-too-small pair of 8-inch black stilettos. The pain in her jammed toes
was killing her, but Sophie could not manage much in the way of a sound in
protest. The latex bodysuit covered her from head to toe, and while their was a
mouth hole for breathing, her mouth was held wide open with a shiny red rubber
ball. The ball had a small hole drilled through the center and a plastic tube
was fit inside. While the contracting black latex covering her face squeezed her
to shut her mouth, her aching jaw was held open and in pain by the nearly
jaw-breaking ballgag. Once the third of three latex masks was stretched over
her head, no one could really even see that the ball gag was red in color; you
could only make out that there was a small dark hole.
Sophie felt the sound of her heels clicking on the hardwood change to clicking
on the sidewalk outside. Each step was hobbled by the short 4-inch chain
connecting her ankle straps. By the time Vicki had led her initiate to the
Suburban, Sophie could no longer feel her toes or her arms from the elbow down
either. Sophie's arms had been drawn behind her back, and wrapped tightly from
the elbows to her wrists with several feet of electric tape. Her fingers were
then wrapped individually and made functionally useless, dangling at the end of
her arms. After the tape wrap, Kia and Tia shoved Sophie's arms into a black
leather armbinder and buckled the straps tightly again, drawing any slack that
still remained between the freshman's elbows and wrists.
Sophie's encased body was laid on her side and scooted fully inside the back of
the Suburban. Just at that moment, Sophie felt the dildo stuffed in her pussy
come to life with several quick vibrations. The metal dildo was 8 inches long
and 3.5 inches wide and was designed to turn itself on and off sporadically for
as long as the batteries lasted. Before her suit had been completely zipped at
the bottom, Sophie's ass had been plugged with a similar, though smaller, dildo
that pulsed on and off without warning. It was an extraordinarily odd feeling
to be so filled, and because of the contractive nature of her suit and the thin
layers of tissue separating them, the two dildoes felt like they were
practically rubbing against each other. As Sophie began to moan again, she knew
her pussy was dripping wet. The moisture had nowhere to roll or dry, so the
wetness stayed concentrated around her pussy and her ass.
Kia and Tia stayed in the back with their rubber-encased friend, while Vicki
started up the SUV and began the long drive out of the city. Tia and Kia were
dressed in identical wardrobes, which was the rule laid out by Vicki. There
never was much to their wardrobes in any event. That was the second rule laid
out by their mistress. On this night, they had fire engine red platform heels
with thin straps that twisted and tied up just below the knees. Each had a
matching latex string bikini top and matching thongs, that were really little
more than strings for straps. The bikini triangles were adjustable During the
drive, Tia and Kia ran their arms along the Sophie's rubbery curves, patted her
on the head as she moaned from the vibrations rocking her pussy.
The bikini triangles were adjustable, so just before the twins left the vehicle,
Vicki narrowed the fabric so that virtually the nipples were the only smidgen of
flesh not revealed. Nonetheless, the fabric was thin and tight, to the point
where everyone could make out which breasts had the nipples pierced with rings
and which with rods.
The sun was setting just over the treetops as their SUV stopped at the front
entrance. Vicki pressed a security code at the terminal and the gate swung open
for the guests. The driveway ran for nearly another mile before the main house
was even in view.
Sophie felt her arms go completely numb about halfway through the trip, but it
was difficult for her to tell time in her current situation. The dildo in her
ass began to throttle as the twin sisters dragged Sophie from the Suburban.
Once she was propped up on her feet, Vicki took hold of the leash and led her
trio of little slaves inside.
Sophie's ultra-wrapped body made quite a grand entrance, as she hobbled through
the foyer and into the main hall. There were about 60 guests in all, and about
one-third of that number came from the current sorority. The other two-thrids
was a mixture of men and women who had been associated with the club in some
capacity for the last generation. This was something like an alumni meeting,
which over the last few years had turned into an elegant and kinky fundraiser at
the beginning of the academic year.
The guests were being treated like royalty as Sophomore and Junior sisters were
dressed in exotic maid uniforms with several notable modifications. The uniform
consisted of a heavy rubber collar with a large O-ring in the front, a
form-fitting black corset whose purpose was to cinch the waist at the same time
uplift and expose the breasts; black latex opera gloves; full-length black latex
leggings; black ankle-length ballet heels that laced in the front and zeroed
down to a very sharp point and equalling sharp heel. The black was offset by
short frilly white aprons, white cuffs, and a white tiara. Every pierced nipple
was exposed, every smoothly shaven pussy with mulitple rings was exposed, and
every perfectly rounded ass was exposed.
The maids had silver serving trays that were fixed around their corseted waists
and supported by small chains that from the outside of the trays to their
pierced nipples. Most girls could only balance two to four drinks at a time,
and considering they were all walking virtually on their pointed toes, the
balancing act was made even more difficult by the constant smacks on the ass the
maids were given as they navigated the main hall and kitchen.
The room was largely made up of couples. And most of those relationships,
whether involving a dominant female or submissive female, included at least one
former Beta Sigma Delta member. If Sophie's eyes had not been so heavily
wrapped, she would have seen submissive females dressed in leather and lace,
chained at the neck and standing next to their husbands and/or masters. She
would have gawked at one girl who had immediately moved in with her dominate
lesbian lover the very day after graduation----the submissive was only wearing
30 different body piercings and 20 different tattoos, no clothing. Nancy
McFarlane was her legal name, but her lover only called her by a number, Six.
Her permanently bald pussy was lined with rings, 6 in each lip to be exact; her
nose had two rings through the septum, and her ear lobes looked to be more metal
than flesh. "Six" knelt by her mistress with her head locked in a downward
position. She had tight metal bands just above her knees, and each band held a
small metal O-ring. A short chain link ran from one O-ring up through the
girl's extended tongue ring and then down again to the other O-ring above her
opposite knee. The position was quite uncomfortable, and made more difficult
for Six to maintain as her hands locked securely behind her back. Her thumbs
were collected side by side in a set of thumbcuffs. The cuffs were drawn back
to her ass, where a 2-inch long S-shaped hook was welded to a huge metal
acorn-shaped plug inserted deep into her ass. To relieve pressure on her
tongue, she occasionally leaned forward, but that only moved the ass plug
painfully in her ass. "Six" had been in this spot for about two hours now, and
the cramps in her lower back, neck muscles, and ass were beginning to take their
toll. A small and ever expanding puddle of drool and tears had gathered under
her knees as the night continued.
Sophie was lead carefully down the broad stairs by Vicki. In the meantime, Tia
and Kia were ordered to stand in a distant corner, with their heads facing the
corner, and with an index finger inside the other sister's ass. Quickly, Tia
and Kia scurried over to the designated corner. Once situated, Tia slid her
hand between Kia's ass and the narrow thong back. Her sister reciprocated and
then they took a moment to stare into each other as they poked their fingers
around, looking for the asshole. Almost simultaneously, they found the other's
hole; their eyes closed slightly.
Vicki was greeted by one of her former classmates at the foot of the stairs and
the two summarily caught up on old times. Sophie could hear the muffled sounds
of what was transpiring in front of her, but of course she could make out little
more than what was being said near her. Even as she shuffled her body to stand
closer to Vicki, the pain in her toes could barely be felt from the general
numbness. The combination of aching and numbness that began in her fingertips
now extended along her stretched arms and into her shoulders and neck. Her
breathing remained quite shallow since she could only breath through the small
opening in the covered ball gag, and moreover, the process of breathing was
onerous because the tight corset around her waist gave no quarter; in fact, with
her body's natural perspiration increasing within the latex layers, she felt
like her waist was sticking closer to the cinching corsetrey.
Sophie was made to scoot in her platform heels again and again as Vicki greeted
old friends and new friends. After hesitating at one tug of her leash, Sophie
felt a sharp smack on her ass delivered by her leader.
"That was for being slow, slave. Keep up, I'm going to introduce you to
someone." Vicki tugged at Sophie's neck and sped up the pace of the stroll
across the lengthy floor. Sophie was nearly run into by one of the sorority
maids whose tray just missed losing its champagne. It was Catherine who was
keeping a watchful eye on all of the serving girls, and she made a mental note
to punish the maid, a Junior named Nomi, when she returned to the kitchen.
Vicki gave a knowing glance to her cohort, Catherine, and proceeded to lead
Sophie into an adjacent room.
This intimate room was dark and moody, decorated with a distinctly Middle
Eastern feel. There was a pair of slave girls on their knees as Vicki and
Sophie passed through the doorless entry. Each wore only slave attire that
brought to mind Arab harem girls. They had veils literally pinned to their
cleavage. Inconspicuous tiny needles penetrated their chests in a dozen places
below, above, and along the sides of their breasts. A thin, see-through veil
covered their pussies and was likewise affixed to their bodies with dozens of
needles. Vicki looked down and was impressed at these two. They didn't belong
to her sorority, they were procured by their owner through other means. Vicki
relaxed her grip on Sophie's leash and leaned down to have a closer look. Even
though the girls nipples had already been permanently fixed with heavy gold
rings, more needles passed through the nipples horizontally and vertically to
hold the flimsy fabric in place over their buxom breasts. Each girl had been
augmented to a size 38DD, and their facials lips, which also bore two or three
small gold rings, had been enhanced to be fuller. Embedded in the metal of all
the rings was the individual name of the slaves, Kim and Stacy, respectively.
"These two look like sisters, maybe even twins," Vicki suggested, as she turned
her attention to their owner who leaned back on a plush, billowy couch. "I'll
have to remember the veils when I'm thinking of new ways to show off Kia and
Tia, won't I? Where do you find all of these wonderful girls, Danielle. "
"Welcome back, Vicki." The owner did not get up from her relaxed position on
the couch. In fact she was sliding closer to being in repose. Kristee, the
Sophomore that had impressed Sophie early on with her willingness to strut
around naked, was lying on her stomach with her head between Danielle's thighs.
The sorortity slave's naked body was tied back in a tight hogtie with leather
straps. Her elbows were bound together as were her wrists, and these parts were
drawn to her crossed ankles by another unrelenting strap. Danielle moaned
slightly as she patted the young Sophomore's blond head. Kristee's tongue ring
was attached to a four inch metal chain that extended from Danielle's own modest
labial piercing. The space in the chain link gave Kristee's tongue adequate
room to lick and suck from the clit to the asshole.
"Kim and Stacy stole some drugs from someone they shouldn't have. Let's just
say, I've arranged to have them work off their debt to society." Danielle took
a long drag from her cigarette, then petted the busy Kristee again. "I wish
this one would do some stealing---she's marvelous."
"Oh, no you don't. Kristee is not available, sorry." Vicki tugged on the leash
and presented her latest pet front and center. Sophie was confused by what she
was hearing, and she tried to imagine what this Danielle was up to. Vicki
reached back to a zipper behind Sophie's head and carefully unpeeled the third
layer of rubber from her head. This action reduced little of the tightness that
Sophie felt, but it did allow her brown eyes to finally see again.
Danielle was by all accounts a sophisticated woman. Her golden see-through robe
was custom-made by a Parisian designer; her golden-rod colored heels were modest
in height but customized and costly. Even at age 40, she required little
makeup. She did buy the occasionally nip and tuck, here and there, to keep her
body looking 20ish and attractive. One more thing was clear to Sophie as she
looked at the trappings of this room, and then down at the owner, Danielle had
wealthier means than anyone else she knew firsthand.
Danielle turned her attention to Sophie, who suddenly remembered to keep her
eyes downcast. Just at that moment, the plug in her ass activated again, and
the shock came across as a kind of quick fluttering in her eyes, and a moan that
escaped through the narrow hollowed tube in her ball gag. Danielle shuffled her
feet to the carpet, causing Kristee to sort of turn her body unwillingly close
to the edge of the couch. Remembering her chained connection to the slave at
her dripping pussy, Danielle reached for the tiny combination lock and unlocked
Kristee from her immediate duties.
"You stay." Kristee remained on the couch in her stringent hogtied position,
her head pulled back, but her eyes staring downward. "God, Vicki, she is a
keeper. So who do we have here."
"This is one of our Freshman hopefuls, Sophie." While Vicki communicated some
of the mundane details, Danielle slowly made a complete circle around the rubber
figure. "She is only one of two to make it this far. I believe we have the
other girl servicing your guests in the men's bathroom, right?"
"Correct. Janey was getting fairly nauseous, last time I checked." Danielle
continued to observe Sophie. She placed her well-manicured fingers on the
Freshman's latex-encased ass, running her hand along some of the curves before
delivering a few quick swats.
"Well, Janey was warned what would happen if she threw up any fluids. She knows
for sure she will be severely punished, and she knows she probably wouldn't get
into the sorority."
"Well, seeing you dish out punishments is always a riot," Danielle began in her
slow, holier-than-thou style, "But let's face it. After tonight, she probably
won't want to join your little club anyway. What do you have planned for this
little one here tonight?"
"I thought we would play the auction game with Sophie. That is if your basement
is in good operating condition for the highest bidder."
"Oh, I had a couple of new toys brought in, so the construction is all over now.
This one has a nice figure, but tell me you're going to show us a little more,
Vicki?"
Vicki smiled that Cheshire-cat grin again. "Oh, yeah, I brought some footage
for the auction."
Catherine walked in just at that moment, gesturing in an effort to have her
friend's attention. Vicki glanced down at her watch, and then walked a step or
two back. After a few whispers were shared, Catherine trotted off in her heels,
and Vicki returned her attention to the host.
"You'll have to excuse me, Danielle. It seems there is a situation in the
bathroom." Vicki tightened her grip on Sophie's leash, who responded
immediately to the tug by turning her body to walk out. "You know, Danielle,
you may get to see some punishment after all."
