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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were removed, and even her plugs and gags had been taken withdrawn.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?"
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"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."
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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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