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Chapter 7
Sophie tried her best to keep up with Vicki and avoid falling over on herself.
The conversation that she overheard between Vicki and Danielle was rolling
around in her mind. All the strangeness was not limited to that room. As she
was dragged neck first down the various elaborate hallways, Sophie's eyes caught
glimpses of the various guests who were taking some time out from the main hall.
She saw a man with a zippered face leading a girl who was dressed like a pony.
There was a large purple and white feathery plume that shot straight up off the
top of her head, and an elaborate metal and leathery headgear that drew tears
from the ponygirl. Sophie did not have time to make a more detailed look.
Tears were being elicited for more reasons than the steel bit in the girl's
mouth. Like Sophie's ass and pussy, this ponygirl was plugged. However, these
plugs were almost twice as large. The anal plug was pretty on the outside with
feathers that danced lightly off the girl's ass. On the inside, the 9-inch
long, 4-inch wide dimensions made it excruciatingly unpretty for the girl. The
dildo in her pussy was made of equal girth, but an inch and a half longer, and
it was connected with a strap to the help stabilize the anal plug. Keeping both
secured close to the ponygirl's body was a series of black leather belts that
ran horizontally around her waist and vertically through her crotch. The girl's
tears were further increased by her owner's latest proclamation. He told her of
the special room that was set aside for piercing, and it was time for her to get
a second set of rings through her nipples and pussy lips.
Another few steps down the hallway and Sophie's vision was attracted to a woman
who was crawling just around the corner. She was clawing at the carpet with her
french nails as two men were dragging her bodily back into one of the side
rooms. Sophie tried to look down and turn her head at the same time. The girl
looked to be merely a teenager, maybe a college Freshman like herself, and there
were burn marks and long whip marks across her entire body. She was screaming
as the men grabbed her at the waist; she disappeared as they slammed the door
shut.
Suddenly, she bumped up against Vicki's backside, not realizing that Vicki had
come to a halt in front of the bathroom entrance. "Pay attention!" Vicki
warned her. Vicki ordinarily would have made a larger deal out of one of her
own slaves bumping into her, but her attention was drawn to the open bathroom.
On the fine marble tile, trickles of blood painted the floor. The trail led to
Janey who was chained in against tile wall. She was in a kneeling position with
her head arched painfully backwards. Situated on either side of her were two
urinals. She wore a metal collar that was not too tight on her neck, but was
attached with little slack to the metal spreader bar that ran between and
secured her ankles. Her ankles had metal cuffs that had been bolted to the tile
floor, and her wrists were spread behind the ceramic of either urinal. On the
backside of each urinal was a metal casing where her arms were stretched and her
wrists were immobilized. Her mouth was stuffed with tons of toilet tissue at
the moment. It looked to Sophie as though that method of gagging was not
prescribed originally.
On an opposite side of the bathroom, a man was holding several thick towels
around his crotch, wincing and rocking forward and backward in obvious
discomfort. His tuxedo pants lay mostly on the floor around his ankles.
Kimberly, one of the Sophomore serving maids on duty, had been the first to
arrive on the scene. She was bringing a glass of cold water to the man, and
supplying him with fresh towels, discarding the used ones. Walking on the tile
was tough in her extreme heels, but she was managing.
"What the hell happened here, Catherine!"
Fiercely, the man came alive with sound and rage. "She bit me! The fucking
bitch bit me! She tried to bite my dick off, that fucking---ahhh!" He was
overcome again by a sense of pain, and he stopped his speech just in time to
vomit in the sink.
Catherine walked over to Janey, who looked panicked. Her eyes were huge, and
her heart was racing. Sophie thought the girl's heart was going to leap out of
her chest. Vicki just wanted answers.
"It looks like her ring gag must have dislodged, or maybe Mr. Ross nudged it a
little," Catherine submitted while she held the gag up to the light. "It didn't
break; it's still in one piece." Vicki still could not wipe away the scowl from
her face. "I examined his dick. She just pricked him, Vicki. Who knows, he
might have even done it himself, he could hav----"
"No, no, no, I'm telling you, she tried to bite it off, that stupid bitch.
Catherine, baby, I don't care if you are a pre-Med student, this is serious! I
want her to pay and I want her dead! I've been coming to your parties for three
years, and I gave you girls a lot of money---I never had to put with this kind
of girl. You always say they're perfectly trained, even when they resist a
little, right? Bullshit, this one wasn't! And you think I'm going to give you
anything this time. I have powerful friends, and I could make your life very
uncomfortable, Vicki. I could shut down your---"
"And we could make your life very uncomfortable," Vicki quickly retorted.
"Don't say anything you're going to regret, Mr. Ross. I am sure that your wife
would sue you for more than half your estate if a certain videotape were to be
delivered to her attorney on Monday morning." For the moment, that
not-so-veiled threat was enough to silence the room. "In the meantime, I am
sure we can come to some sort of an agreement to make everyone happy." Vicki
laid a well-manicured finger across Janey's sweat-soaked cheek, looking deeply
into the initiate's eyes. "Well, almost everyone."
