Sororities: Initiation Of Sophie 15

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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.

Vicki admired the top. "It'll look better after we shrink it down a size or two. Okay, you can put your own shirt on now." Sophie almost groaned aloud.

"Oooooh, Sophie, come here." Now Julia Ann had found something for her. Sophie quickly adjusted her old shirt, trying futilely to stretch it down to rest even with her navel, but of course the shirt wasn't going to get any longer by her willing it so. "Hold up your hair," Julia Ann commanded. She soon fitted a leather collar around Sophie's neck. The collar was black leather with a row of silver grommets all around it and a silver D-ring that dangled from a loop of leather in the front. "Perfect. Stylish for the public and practical, if we need a leash. What do you think, Mr. Watters?"

Julia Ann spun her model around to face the manager, who nodded his head in agreement. "She looks hot. Almost makes me wish I wasn't gay, Julia."

Vicki came over to admire the collar, and quickly suggested picking up a couple more. The girls decided on a matching pair of black leather collars, each about an inch wide with pyramid designs running around the surface. They fixed one collar above and one below the original ringed collar.

The collars were snug and just short of being uncomfortable for Sophie. With three collars stacked together, it gave the striking appearance of one leather collar, heavily decorated, and about 5 inches wide. Vicki was satisfied for the moment and paid the store manager. "Let's go look at some shoes for our little slut." She slapped Sophie on the behind again, taking Sophie's breath away as the butt plug sent painful sensations through her ass.

Sophie didn't think a mainstream mall like this one would have a store that sold anything close to "dangerous" shoes, but she soon found out otherwise. "Clothestown" had dangerous shoes and dangerous dresses; it was a popular place for exotic dancers to shop for their accessories.

Nomi found a pair of red patent leather ballet-style heels that came up to the ankle. It was uncomfortable for Sophie to bend down because of the tightness around her neck and the plug up her ass, but she managed to lace each ballet boot up to her ankles after several minutes. She needed help from Julia Ann and Nomi to even get up to stand, let alone walk in the shoes. Once the girls had her braced, the pressure in her toes was incredible. Memories from the mansion party flashed in her mind's eye. How other girls managed to master walking in these was beyond her.

Vicki stationed herself about 10 feet across the floor, and motioned for Sophie to come over. "Come on, I'm timing you, Sophie." Sophie took careful, meticulous steps, fearing that she would lose her balance any second. She had to use a clothing rack about midway through her journey, but she traversed the carpet successfully, more or less falling into Vicki's arms at the end. "Good job, Sophie, good job." Vicki gave a quick hug to her freshmen sister, whispering in her ear, "But I'll still have to punish you for using that rack as a crutch."

Vicki found one of the clerks and told her that she wanted two pairs of the ballet shoes in black.

"We ran out of black her size. I'm sorry. We can order some 8's for you if you want. But it'll probably take a few weeks."

"Do you still have any in black --- ," Vicki scanned for the girl's name tag, "Jenny?"

"We have lots of size 7, and one or two size 8 and 1/2. You want me to bring the --- "

"Great, we'll take two pair in size 7, thank you." Sophie was in the process of trying to squeeze out of the current set, size 8, and she was having a hell of time feeling her toes after standing in these shoes for only ten minutes.

As Jenny walked back to the stockroom, she gave the scantily-clad Sophie a look from head to toe, rolling her eyes; it was an expression that silently said, "What a fucking freak!" She had seen lots of strippers come and go in the eight weeks she had worked at Clothestown, but Sophie drew her longest stares.

"Anyone hungry for some food?" Vicki inserted her finger through the D-ring on Sophie's new collar and tugged on the girl's neck. "If you're lucky, we might even feed you some scraps."

At the foodcourt, Sophie sat perfectly still with her hands in her lap and her eyes cast downward. The other three had ordered Chinese and were finishing up their meals. Sophie realized she hadn't eaten anything since yesterday afternoon, and she was feeling a little weak. Mostly adrenaline had sustained her this far.

"Let's go Sophie, I've got a surprise for you." Vicki didn't grab Sophie or even look in her direction, she simply picked up her bags, stood and starting walking toward a service hallway that ran between two of the fast food store fronts. Sophie caught up to Vicki and followed her down the hall, the platform heels clicking as she chased after her mistress. Vicki led the freshman into a small maintenance closet accessed off the hallway. Sophie gave the room a quick once-over and almost puked from the smell of spilled ammonia and cleaning fluids. There was stagnant water in one of the mop buckets and the powdery contents of a fallen cannister of Comet cleaner littered the concrete floor.

"Take off your shorts and then lean up against that sink drain."

Sophie felt less conscious of being naked in front of Vicki but she was of course worried that someone would enter the closet and she her naked body. Sophie slowly drew her shorts down to her ankles and then handed them to her waiting mistress. She walked a step toward the wall and placed her hands down on the rim of the dingy basin.

"Spread your legs." Vicki thought she sensed the slightest hesitation. "Do it now, slave." Sophie complied, feeling the butt plug adjust ever so slightly as she threw her legs wide apart. Vicki reached into her bag and withdrew two sets of metal handcuffs. Sophie could hear the rattle of the metal behind her. Vicki cuffed the left wrist and drew it over the basin to the faucet head, cuffing the other side around but under the apparatus. Vicki took the other set to Sophie's right wrist and attached her to the faucet in the same way. The hot and cold water nozzles were wide enough so that neither cuff would slide over their tops. The distance from the front of the over-sized sink drain to the faucet forced Sophie's body to bend uncomfortably at her waist and lean her weight onto the basin rim.

Vicki took out of tube of her red lipstick and began to write on Sophie's exposed ass cheek. Sophie could feel the pressure. Continuing to the next cheek, Vicki worked to make the letters legible. She stepped back from her handwriting and paused. "I wonder if I should I write it in Spanish too?"

"What are you doing, Vic --- , I mean, mistress." There was distress instead of resignation in Sophie's voice for the first time in weeks.

Vicki rolled down her lipstick, picked up her bags, and started to walk out. Sophie began buckling her wrists against the handcuffs, tearing up as she pleaded with Vicki. "Please, please, mistress, what's going on? Please don't leave me like this. You can't --- "

Vicki turned. "You know, that sobbing might be a real turn-off for some guys." Vicki quickly found some duct-tape sitting on a wooden shelf. "Although, I like the crying personally." She leaned down to Sophie's ass and slowly withdrew the acorn-shaped plug. From Sophie's perspective, moving the plug backwards was even more painful than the initial entry of the plastic intruder. A slight "pop" was made when Vicki finally got the plug past the anal ring. Despite the thorough cleaning that Tia and Kia had administered the night before, there was some shit on the plug itself. Sophie saw and smelled it as Vicki brought the anal stopper around to the freshman's mouth. Sophie's instinct was to turn away. Vicki had handled this before. She simply pinched Sophie's nose closed for a several painful seconds and waited for the mouth to open. When Sophie's mouth made the move for precious inhalation, the girl was greeted with the black and brown buttplug. Three inches wide, and four inches long, this plug made for an extremely painful gag. Vicki completed the gag by applying a dozen strips of duct-tape over Sophie's mouth. Tears were pouring down Sophie's cheeks as one by one, Vicki tore off additional strips to secure the huge gag.

"There now, that's a little more like it." Vicki grabbed her own things again, slapped Sophie's shaved pussy from behind on the way to the door, being careful not to smear the writing on Sophie's cheeks that read in big letters: "FUCK ME!"

Sophie heard the door shut. Another round of pointless tears began. The size of the gag and the foul taste of it produced by hours of the plug resting in Sophie's asshole was provoking something near to a dry heave. She knew she was going to vomit any second.

Sophie shook her body and rattled against her bonds. It was hopeless; she was stuck there until Vicki unlocked the cuffs or someone cut her lose. She wasn't really in a lot of pain, just in an uncomfortable position, and her mouth had relaxed a little to adjust to the size of the impromptu gag. Her ass felt better just after the plug had been pulled. It was the feeling of anticipation that both frightened her and, she would have been ashamed to admit, excited her at this moment. Sophie didn't have long to wait.

Sophie had no way to no how many minutes she had been locked in this predicament when she heard the closet door open again. She glanced over her shoulder as far as she could to see if Vicki had returned. It was one of the employees from the Chinese restaurant; she recognized him as one of the cooks from the back that had stared at her earlier in an unblinking, unashamed lustfilled way.

Wan-Zhi dropped the mop he had taken to the room and rejoined that lusty leer. He looked up and down her athletic legs, the white stockings covering her skin, and then stared at her trembling ass. Wan-Zhi didn't understand much spoken or written English, but he recognized the "fuck" word one-hundred percent. He turned back to the door and slid the catch for the lock.

His erection began before he could even manage to take off his pants completely. Wan-Zhi wet his cock with his own greasy hands, then grabbed the girl's hips and entered her quickly. He pounded at her pussy, ramming her upper thighs against the sink basin. Sophie's pussy responded immediately. It had been a few weeks since she had been taken by a man, and she had not realized how much she missed the feel of a hard cock. She moaned when he began to speed the rhythm; she found herself throwing her thighs back to meet his thrusts. Gone was any fear she had. Sophie even managed to forget about the foul gag. She was breathing quickly and heavily in and out through her nostrils. She wondered for a second if her lungs could ever collapse from this hardship on her normal breathing. Suddenly she felt his surge of semen explode into her, announced simultaneously by a satisfied male grunt that could be understood in any language.

When Wan-Zhi removed his spent cock, and then removed his tight grip from her hips, Sophie's body sort of just went limp. Her head fell to her straining arms, and she moaned softly, wishing he could have lasted a little longer. In her hazy state, she heard the lock on the door. She quickly craned her neck back around, wimpering, trying to express to him that she needed to cum, that she needed his cock to make her orgasm. After several more men from the restaurant visited Sophie in the closet, she got her wish and she got more than just one orgasm. The lunch hours had passed, and the dinner rush was approaching before the rotissierre of men stopped. Before the afternoon orgy was over, every man from the Chinese restaurant and every maintenance employee from that section had fucked the pussy and ass of young Sophie.

The closet door opened again. Sophie had her head down, her brown hair matted on her sweaty face and arms, trying to get her breath from the last fuck, which was difficult since she had an anal plug duct-taped her mouth. Her own juices mixed with rivulets of cum that rolled down her thighs and drenched her white stockings. Sophie's ass was still stinging from the repeated slaps and spanks while countless cocks buried themselves in her holes. She felt a hand running through her hair and yank harshly, forcing her neck back hard like so many times in the last few hours.

Sophie recognized the woman's voice. "Well, my little slut, are you ready to go back home?" Vicki leaned down to meet the freshly (and frequently) orgasmed face of her sorority sister. "Tia and Kia asked my permission to take you out tonight. I think I know what they have in mind, so I said yes. And since you've been such a good girl today, I decided my new slave deserved a night out." Vicki ripped the strips of duct-tape off all at once, causing Sophie to wince, but not enough to make an audible sound. Vicki returned the buttplug to its rightful place. The anal ring offered little resistance this time as Sophie's ass was lubricated with several coats of semen. "Now what do we say?"

Sophie's brown eyes looked up at Vicki, even though she thought later that such a direct look was a calculated risk. "Thank you, mistress, thank you, thank you." She repeated these words as she kissed Vicki's hands, licking the fingers as she did this, trying to convey the emotions that were erupting from within. Even Vicki was surprised by this act of subservience and gratitude, and only a tiny minority of acts ever seemed to phase the public or private Vicki.

"You can continue to thank me later; I'll make sure you do."

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