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Chapter 4
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.
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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.
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.
