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Chapter 8
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."
