Sororities: Initiation Of Sophie 9

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Sophie had been quickly swept away by Catherine and her helper Kimberly, while Vicki and the gentleman sorted out details of the ubiquitous arrangement. If I could run, if I could somehow rip this stuff off, Sophie told herself, I would run, I would forget about everything and never again breathe a word about wanting to join this weird sorority. She had had enough. Even as she was contemplating how to get out, she was being dragged by the leash back to the main hall again. A VCR and large projection screen had been set up by Danielle's slaves in anticipation of the auction game. As Sophie was led through the crowd, they parted for her; a collective hush came over the guests as they shuffled around to get a better view of the screen.

There was an iron ring bolted to the floor, just next to a podium where Danielle was standing. Danielle pointed to the ring and Catherine positioned Sophie over it. Two of Danielle's ever-obedient slaves brought out several heavy chains and attached them to the O-ring on Sophie's collar. They were just long enough to reach the floor once the chains were padlocked down.

Danielle smiled at Sophie, who had forgotten all about the rules of her submission. Sophie was struggling against the chain, against her collar, to hell with looking down at the floor. She tried to scream, but the latex and the ball gag dampened all the sounds coming from her mouth. Sophie looked out into the assortment of men and women, masters and slaves, her eyes pleading for anyone who could come to her rescue.

The room became quiet as Danielle made her opening announcement. "Time to start a new auction, everyone. This one is a real lovely, don't you think. Her figure looks stunning in this shimmering black body suit, but we know you deserve to see more of her before putting up your bids." Danielle nodded to the pair of her slaves. Kim dimmed the lights and Stacy pushed play on the VCR.

Sophie could just turn her head to the left and catch her image on the big screen. Now it was evident to Sophie's utter horror: the sisters of the sorority had been videotaping everything. From the day she first entered the house to apply for the Sorority, to the moment she was placed inside the Suburban to come to this mansion. There was the footage of her painful tattooing; her fucking and sucking strangers in the nightclub; her whippings at the hands of the sisters. Everything. She had reached a new feeling of humiliation.

The lights came up after about 15 minutes of the show, and Danielle commenced the bidding. It was quite informal. Bidders just raised their hands and shouted their amounts. Sophie's eyes scanned the room trying to find the exact persons as they yelled, "Two hundred!", "Two-fifty!", "Three-hundred!"

"Now, now," Danielle interrupted, "I know we can go higher than that. And we all know the money goes for a good cause. I tell you what, let's see if we can show you this girl in the flesh." Danielle approached the rubber-encased pledge initiate. She held up a box cutter razor, letting the glint of its silver color catch Sophie's full attention. Danielle waved over to her two slaves. "Hold on to her tight, girls."

Sophie started to shake.

"You best hold still, honey, and this'll go better for you." Danielle began with the latex around the ankles, tugging at it to pull some material away from Sophie's body. She began a small cut in the latex, and a long tear went up from the initial point of contact. The new slit ran all the way to the top of Sophie's thigh. The guests could make out a black rubber legging that only went up to mid-thigh. The skin above the legging was hot and moist as the costume raised her body temperature. Danielle made a parallel cut and another rip began. Danielle was a little less cautious going over to the next leg, making her cuts faster into the exterior suit and the legging itself. After a few quick minutes, the result was a shredded look that made Sophie's outfit decidedly more dangerous-looking and exciting to the audience.

When Danielle stepped aside from her razor work, calls quickly went out.

"Five hundred!"

"Five twenty-five!"

"Five seventy-five!"

Then, the bidders quieted down. Danielle was sure she could get them a little higher. They needed just a little more flesh, and maybe a little blood to coax them to dig deeper into their pockets. She nodded to her personal slaves, and they again held Sophie at the shoulders. Sophie's tears were non-stop now, forcing her to blink rapidly to see the oncoming Danielle. Danielle withdrew the sharp razor a second time, aiming for some slashing cuts across the midsection of the tight material, just above the Freshman's pussy and just below the constrictive corset. The difference in this effort though: Danielle did not even make an attempt to pull the latex off Sophie's body. Sophie screamed into her gag as Danielle made the first of several minor incisions. The cuts were not even deep enough to be serious flesh wounds. In the end, they resembled bad scrapes that drew blood, but the shock and the immediate pain was terrible for Sophie, and enticing for the onlookers.

The material was stretched so tight that even an inch long cut was enough to start a much longer rip. With each small cut, the latex fabric seemed to separate on its own with the smallest start. Danielle then went after Sophie's breasts and made horizontal slices. After a few minutes, the bodysuit, except for the masks and corset, looked to be in ruins. Sophie's little trickles of blood mixed with her sheen of sweat, and as the sweat rolled down the blood was gathered, streaking across her flattened tummy. Sophie was starting to feel a little lightheaded from the slicing of the suit and the general fatigue that the outfit itself had created for her.

Suddenly, a man in tux and sunglasses asserted what would be his first, and the night's last bid: "Ten thousand dollars." Danielle slowly turned her attention back to the silenced audience. Catherine looked at Kimberly with a stunned look. Several of the serving maids, who were relegated to stay in the kitchen during this time, were listening behind the kitchen's swinging doors. They looked at each other in amazement.

Danielle returned to her place behind the podium. "We have ten thousand from the gentleman in stylish sunglasses in the back...do I hear, ten thousand one hundred?" Danielle didn't make herself sound very confident that she would have a taker at this point. After a reasonable pause, Danielle began again, "Well, then, ten thousand going once...going twice...sold! For ten thousand dollars! Congratulations. Please, come over here to get a closer look at your prize, sir. As for everyone else, our maids will be coming out now with refreshments."

Sophie's humiliation still had not reached its apex. As the man who had pledged $10,000 to presumably have his way with her approached, Sophie tried to look away, but there was no place to look where she didn't see some lusty eyes staring at her slashed rubber suit and near-naked body. Danielle's slaves were unattaching Sophie, preparing her to be moved to the basement.

The man slid his glasses slowly down his thin nose, revealing a pair of intense jet-black eyes. Sophie could of course say nothing, she just looked back at him without a sound.

"The basement is well-equipped from what my friends tell me. I think we're going to make some wonderful memories, little Sophie."

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