Sororities: Initiation Of Sophie 5

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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.

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