Sororities: Initiation Of Sophie 1

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It was what Sophie thought she wanted. Sophie had been warned about the initiations that would follow her decision. This night was just the beginning of the process, and she had been both warned about it, and was told to look forward to it. Even as she was filled with anxiety and apprehension, especially after being matter-of-factly ordered to remove every shred of her clothes, Sophie was filled with resolve, and the mantra that repeated in her mind: I have to get into this sorority.

Delicate hands with french nails applied more clear liquid onto Sophie's sinewy upper thighs. True, her whole shapely body was already encased in tight liquid latex, but with the application of each new layer, a new wave of solvent was to be added. It was tradition. The liquid seemed to surround and restrict the movements of her slightly larger than average breasts, and constrict her chest all the way to her narrow waist. Sophie bit into her gag and tried to inhale deeply through the narrow breathing tube. Her nose had been plugged with breathing tubes an hour ago, and she continued to fight the panic and fear of suffocation. These hazing nights were all about conquering fear and showing you had the mettle to make it into the exclusive club.

No one but the freshmen would even think of giggling at such a ceremony. This was a serious tradition. Sophie heard one of the girl's giggles followed five minutes later by the stripping of clothes and a furious whipping. The girl of laughter would have cried out if not for the fully-pumped inflatable gag. Sophie knew what the gag felt like --- she had yet to know the whippings so intimately. There were no subsequent giggles. Only two more layers of liquid latex spread onto Sophie's body, then the actual black catsuit.

While the last layer of liquid was drying, the Junior and Senior sisters took turns playing with Sophie's exposed pussy. There was only a narrow opening, but large enough to tug and pull the lips out of hiding. Two of the sisters handled tweezers and plucked pubic hairs one by one. All of Sophie's emotions and senses seemed heightened, and thus she wanted to cry out in a dizzying mixture of shock and sexual arousal. Such a small tool and such a delicate target, but so much intense little pain streaked along her pussy lips.

The liquid layers dried and tightened one upon the other. Sophie's breathing labored and she told herself to slow her breathing down. It was difficult when one of the sisters was handed a soft cat o'nine tails and instructed to aim for Sophie's most vulnerable spot. Without hesitation, the cat's braids came crashing down on her pussy. Sophie bit down hard into the gag, praying that the tube would not explode in her stretched mouth.

Sophie reminded herself, even if she didn't know exactly what to expect beforehand, this is why she chose this school. The scholarship opportunities and internships that the leadership promised were the prizes awaiting her. The promise of opportunity she told herself --- after every new strike of the whip --- was why she endured all the mental tests and bizarre panel questioning of the sorority's president leading up to this moment.

Her body instinctively tried to move with each blow falling on her now-swollen pussy, but Sophie's body remained almost lifeless. With each wrist and each ankle held down to the metal table by a pair of girls, the motion from her body looked like a series of small tremors. Everything under the latex was held so compactly and so tightly that there was precious room for any movement. You had to observe close to even detect her shallow breathing.

Though her hearing capacity was dulled, Sophie could make out the sound of something new coming her way. Gentle hands were roughly handling her body now and sliding on a new outer layer. It was a complete bodysuit made of very expensive black rubber latex. Opera gloves were slid onto her slim hands and arms. Thigh high leggings rolled up her long sexy legs, made even sexier by their dark and shiny beauty. The single zipper came up to her neck now, pulling taut and mashing down her size 36C breasts to some degree. The last few centimeters were the toughest, but with all those helping hands, the task was achieved. To top off her body, an ultra tight black mask was spread onto her face. This left open only the tiny nose holes for her breathing tubes. The strings were tightened behind her head and Sophie could not believe that this second skin could feel any tighter. There was at least one more restrictive accessory which temporarily escaped Sophie's racing mind: The corset.

The Sophomore girls were instructed to move Sophie into position for the fitting. Sophie could not move herself anymore, so all her future movements would have to be made for her. Sophie's thoroughly encased body was slid off the table and stood straight up. Her arms were lifted up, in spite of the three layers of tight latex, and each wrist was surrounded by a thick rubber manacle with a metal O-ring. Once her arms were raised up high, the girls attached a wide spreader bar between her wrists and secured each end to her separate manacles. The spreader bar was hooked to a chain that descended from the ceiling and Sophie's body was drawn up just an inch or so. With the balls of her latex covered feet no longer touching the floor, the sisters brought out the six-inch platform heels and strapped them to Sophie's feet. The spreader bar was once again drawn up and now Sophie could just barely touch the floor with the soles of her new platforms. There wasn't much leverage, but it prevented Sophie from hanging by her wrists alone.

In this hanging position, Sophie found her ability to breathe even more challenged. She reminded herself that there had to be a payoff for her endurance. She saw flashes of the people she knew who cautioned her against this course of action. The words of her best friend in high school, Robin, who now went to a university halfway across the state, warned Sophie that some college girls had told her the sorority had been developing a bad reputation in spite of its high graduation rate. Even Sophie's younger sister, Dorena, a 17 year-old attending high school back home, had heard weird tales about a few girls after getting into the club. After the first few weeks of university life, those same girls never acted the same again at parties or football games.

In her own mind, Sophie could see the faces of those who counseled her, but she tried to ignore them now, as she ignored them then. She had to maintain her focus. Those were just urban legends, or stories propagated by jealous sorority girls, she told herself. Every house has its hazing practices, even Sophie's mother confirmed that truism. The girls who do make it from this small off-campus sorority, would be privvy to the best contacts, the best careers. After all, Sophie had received the invitation from Beta-Delta-Sigma to join; she had to at least try. She had the chance to interview with a couple of the Seniors. Sophie had the chance to back out, even when the pair of latex-clad Elder sisters warned her that the tests were definitely unique and might be just a little frightening to most university frosh. But if she passed the trials, Sophie was told, then she could begin to meet with the "right" people about off-campus and career opportunities.

Right now Sophie's focus was on blocking out the pain and remembering to breathe. The black corset was wrapped carefully around Sophie's waist. To pull the strings and hold the increasing tension, three sisters were required. Sophie's waist was appropriate for her body, therefore this new accessory dramatized her naturally narrow waist. With each leather string being tightened, Sophie's waist felt smashed and her abdomen cramped. Finally after much tugging and pulling, the application of the corset was complete and Sophie's new waistline was reduced from 23 to 20 inches.

Sophie felt her body being wrenched up, and now the front of the platforms just barely scraped the wood floor. She let out a small groan as her wrists and shoulders bore most of her weight now. Sophie was left in this painful hanging position for some twenty minutes before the sisters returned with leather whips. At first Sophie was glad to know that someone had at least returned; she had anticipated that she would be let down. Instead, she was greeted by simultaneous whippings from over a dozen sisters. Some of the whips were heavy and wide, and others were very thin and innocent in appearance. But at some point, all of the whips began to hurt and Sophie couldn't tell which one was which after 10 solid minutes of attack. The pain in her wrists and shoulders was easier to forget when every other portion of her body was crying out in anguish. For six hours the trend continued. Sophie was given 20 minutes to rest, and then she was whipped by all the sisters for at least a quarter of an hour. At 3 a.m., the slack in the chain was released and Sophie was allowed to stand on her platforms again. Her head bowed forward and she passed out, tired, hungry and in pain.

Sophie was aroused out of her sleep by a sharp crisp smack on her latex clad ass. The sisters removed Sophie from the hanging contraption and applied a leather collar with O-ring tightly around her neck. Next they applied a dog leash and propped her body up so that she was on her hands and knees. She could not move herself quickly, and her limbs were very sore from the night's activities, so her body behaved and was molded into whatever position the sisters saw fit. For breakfast a trio of Beta-Delta-Sigma sisters let Sophie on all fours and into the kitchen. A saucer of milk was set down in front of her. The black mask and inflatable gag she wore during her sleep were removed and quickly replaced with a different kind of tight latex mask. This second one had eyeholes and a small mouth hole only. A breathing tube was placed through the mouth hole and she was instructed to use this narrow tube to syphon up her milk. Sophie had some difficulty getting adjusted but she managed to slowly make some progress. She thought that the milk tasted funny, not sour, but simply different. If she slowed down, to try and catch her breath, Sophie's ass was quickly struck by one of the girls.

While finishing her breakfast, Sophie heard one of the Senior sisters admonish one of the Sophomores who was preparing and serving pancakes. The Sophomore, named Kimberly, had made some careless mistake and the older sister was enraged. The Senior ordered the table cleared and then commanded Kimberly to strip off her dress and then lie down on the heavy wooden table. Kimberly quickly removed her black and white rubber maid outfit. She tossed down the short rubber dress and was left completely naked save for the black latex leggings, gloves, and 7" high heels. Kimberly slowly crawled up on the table, asking for forgiveness the whole time.

Vicki, a Senior and President of Beta Delta Sigma, disregarded all the younger girl's pleas. She told the other girls to gather around the table because she had a treat for them. Vicki filled a Coronet bowl with a bottle of pancake syrup and heated it up on High power in the microwave for a minute. The bowl coming out of the microwave was extremely hot and Vicki's fingers rushed to bring the bowl over to the trembling Kimberly. Kimberly closed her eyes quickly and could not watch as the elder sister poured the steaming hot syrup on her prone body from her neck, over her nickel-sized nipples, and all the way to her quivering clean shaven pussy. Kimberly let out a terrific scream upon impact and Vicki gestured to all the girls to lick it up, as if to say, "Breakfast is served."

Sophie listened and was silently thankful that she was not alone in this ordeal. Hunched over her milk, Sophie resolved to remain strong and not to panic. Certainly the path was not easy, but she had faith that the rewards would be great.

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