The early summer heat continued, and it was during this heat that I made the decision that it was time for Sophia to experience the fullness of the Underground. Although the situation with Rick seemed stable, and Sal had reported no new activity on his part, still, I was unsure what might transpire, and anything is possible when it comes to these types of things. Also, Gael’s situation was adding a new element of uncertainty, and given the potentially volatile nature of these two unrelated circumstances, and how they might affect Sophia and her development, I knew it was now time for her to visit that special place, that old, nineteenth century country estate that Gael had spent a week, and where she had finally been broken.
Deception and surprise are most important for such things. I did not tell Sophia where we were going, only that we were going to take a business trip, and she should pack a few belongings. We might be gone for up to a week, I told her. No, the process of breaking is only effective when the woman does not know it is about to happen. This was true for others: Gwen experienced this, as did Jennifer and most recently Gael. There were others too. The method never failed.
Now it was Sophia’s turn. With her, it was not so much a breaking, as it was with Gael, but the final transformation, her growth into a new creature, her final introduction into this society. I needed to be sure that the woman I am considering for the Underground can be transformed, and it was now clear to me that Sophia could be. My only worry was that it might be too soon for her, but given everything else, it was a chance I was willing to take. A bad experience for her could ruin everything, and if so, I would need to remove her from the organization, and the Underground, and send her off to another company. There was always that risk.
Sophia arrived in my office that afternoon dressed in a short white sundress with a blue floral pattern. Her hair was in a ponytail. If we were not going to where we were going, I would have taken her right there, but I needed restrain myself, at least for now. She also had strapped around her shoulder her big yellow handbag filled with notebooks and folders. “I am glad to see you are prepared. This is an important day.”
“Yes, yes sir. I always want to be ready for you.” Her eyes were wide and blue and still had that slight hint of naïve innocence about them.
We left the office, the building, and got into my car and the drive began. Sophia was her usual eager self. “So, where are we going?”
“There is a special place where we have special meetings. It is important, so I do not tell anyone about this.”
“Oh, I love special places!” She smile as we drove the long the drive to that special place.
As we drove down a country road, the late afternoon sun hovering atop the distant mountains, with night beckoning, Sophia said quietly, “Oh…I want to you thank you….” She trailed off.
“For what?”
“For taking care of that situation with Rick. It was getting weird. I feel better now.”
I touched her hand. “Don’t worry. You are under my protection now. No one will bother you again.”
She smiled as she turned and looked out the passenger side window. The sun was now slowly setting beneath the mountains. Night was imminent.
We arrived at the house and were met by Gael. Her long brown hair was down, flowing over her shoulders, and she was wearing a short, dark blue dress. She also had on the bracelet I had given her months before, as well as the pearl pendant. She knew I enjoyed seeing those little signs of her submission to me. I had told her to be there, and that she was now to participate in this process, not as someone who was to be broken, but, like Jennifer, as someone to help in the breaking. She was more than willing. “Yes, Sophia is quite attractive. I am going to enjoy all this,” she said earlier in the week when I told her about what was going to happen.
Sophia looked around the house, admiring its decorations and furniture. Gael had made many suggestions on improvement, and I followed her advice. I have to admit, despite my general disinterest in interior design, that Gael had an excellent eye for such things, and the house was now less severe, a bit more cheerful. I had given her full control.
“Oh, you did not tell me Gael was going to be here too?” Sophia seemed both excited and a bit jealous. Gael had told me earlier that although she had told Sophia that she and I were lovers, she had not told her all the details, and had mentioned nothing about what had happened to her that night, and week, in the old estate. Gael knew she was not allowed to ever mention such things to anyone.
“Well, she does some very important business for me, and this is an occasion where she will be needed. She has some expertise in what we have to do.”
As Sophia was standing there, looking around and asking some questions about the house, I ran my hand through her hair and kissed her. Gael was standing next to the couch watching. “Now, Sophia, remember I told you about that special place, that special place where we were going to teach you many things.”
“Yes.”
Gael walked over and kissed Sopha. She undid her ponytail, pulling the elastic band off, and let her long blonde hair free. “Yes. This is the place. And now it is your turn to learn, and change, and be transformed completely, just like I was.”
Sophia seemed both a bit confused and excited. “You mean this is not going to be a business trip? This is…something different? That thing you mentioned to me before? When we were…doing those things…in your office?”
I ran my hand gently over her breasts. “Yes, Sophia. It is. This is the time. Your time. Are you ready? Do you want this? Do you want to begin a new phase of your life. Do you want to be become a full member of our world, the Orange Underground?”
“Oh God yes, I do.”
“Come then. Let me show a very special room. It is where you will take your first real steps in your final transformation.”
We took the same path Gael once took: through the locked doorway beneath the main hallway stairwell, down the stairs, through another locked door, and through the white, brick-lined tunnel to that hidden chamber. Gael did not say a word as we walked through the tunnel. Finally, we reached the black iron gate, whose careful and elaborate design I always admired, and the last locked door, and I opened them and all three of us passed the threshold and when I turned on the lights Sophia’s eyes also lit up when she saw the room.
“Oh god,” she said quietly. She was scanning all the instruments of punishment, discipline and submission that lined the room. “Yes.”
I sat down on a leather chair, opened a bottle of whisky, and poured a little bit into a tumbler. “Do you like what you see?”
“Oh yes. I like.”
I took a slow, long sip of whiskey. “Good. Now take you clothes off.”
Sophia was completely obedient. “Yes sir.”
She lifted her sundress over her shoulders and tossed it on the floor, revealing a lacy black bra and panties.
“We bought those the other day,” Gael chimed in. “We go only to the best stores.”
“Good, Gael. Why don’t you help her remove them.”
“Yes. Yes sir.” Gael walked over to Sophia, and kissed her on the neck. “Now don’t be too nervous about what is going to happen. Trust me.” She unbuttoned her bra from behind, letting it fall to the floor, freeing Sophia’s lovely, perfectly round and full breasts. “Oh my, she does have nice boobs, doesn’t she?” She then kissed one while cupping the other.
“Now, the panties, Gael.”
“Oh yes.” Gael then slipped them off and Sophia stepped out of them. Gael stood in front of her, admiring her body. “My, she is quite lovely.” She held her by the shoulders and turned her towards me. “You do have good taste in women, sir.”
And so Sophia stood there, totally nude, as Gael and I admired her body, so soft and lovely and curvaceous and ready to be molded into something new. I took another sip of whiskey. “You know, she met Francesco a little while ago and he did a few sketches of her, and he wants to paint her sometime in the future.”
“Oh, I think she would be masterpiece, especially in his hands.” She kissed her on the cheek. “You really should do that sometime!”
Sophia smiled. “Yes. Oh yes, I would love to.” She looked at me. “Do you think that will really happen sir, that someone as famous as Francesco would do a portrait of me?”
“Oh yes. It is quite possible.” I took another sip of the whiskey and stood up. “But before that happens, you must first pass through this place, this test. Only then will you be ready to be painted by Francesco.”
Sophia ran her hands over her breasts, squeezing them. “Tell me what I need to do. I will do anything you like!”
“You must experience what is going to happen tonight. And now, it is going to happen.”
I walked over to her, took her by her hands, and as I did with Gael all those months ago, I fastened them to the harness hanging from the ceiling, so that she was now standing there with both arms stretched up and her feet barely touching the ground. I then went to the wall, and took a black leather, riding crop whip from the hook, and walked back over to Sophia. I looked at Gael.
“Do you remember this?” I softly lashed the palm of my hand with it and then ran the edges over her dress.
“Yes.” She said in a quiet, soft voice, looking down. Yes, the memories of that long night many months ago was still fresh in Gael’s mind.
And so all three of us were in this hidden chamber, this place with so much history, not only in general but for myself and Gael. I stood in front of Sophia, dressed in my traditional outfit of black slacks, a white cotton Oxford shirt, and a black tie, Gael wearing a blue, tight-fitting dress, and Sophia tied to the harness from the ceiling, totally nude.
“Now, it is time for Sophia to experience this. To be begin her final transformation and become a true member of the Underground.” And with one slow but firm motion I grazed her thighs with the whip, not too hard, but hard enough so that she felt the sting.
“Ohhh….” She gasped.
“Now, Sophia, if you want to become part of the Underground, a full member, you must be willing to do whatever I ask of you, and you must trust me in all I do and ask of you. You will always be taken care of, no matter what happens. But you will be obedient to me. And you never repeat all this to anyone. Do you understand?”
“Yes. I do.”
“Do you really?” I slapped her ass with the whip.
“Yes.”
I whipped her on her stomach. “Yes what?
“Yes…sir….Yes SIR!”
Again, without too much force, I lashed her thighs with the whip. “Do not forget to call me sir. Ever.”
“No, no sir. I will not forget.”
“And if you disobey me,” this time I slapped her ass more vigorously, reddening her skin, “or disappoint me, you will be banished from all this. Do you understand?”
“Yes, yes sir. I do.”
I whipped her ass again and she writhed. Her body began to squirm, and I knew she was now beginning to enter that new world of sexual sensation she had never entered before.
“Do you want to join the Underground?” Another lash across her boobs.
She was breathing more heavily now. Sweat began to cover her. “Oh yes. I want it. Yes. Please. Let me join. I will be a good girl for you. I promise.”
I turned to Gael. “What do you think? Should we let her in?”
Gael walked over to her and gently kissed her on the lips and caressed her hair. A few moments of silence passed. She looked at me. “Yes. Yes, I think she will be a good addition.”
I knew that Sophia did not need the same harsh treatment that Gael needed. Gael needed to be broken. Her will, so intractable, needed to be made completely submissive to mine. Sophia was different. It was not that she did not need to be broken, but she needed to be broken in a different way, a gentler and softer way. The outcome would be the same: complete obedience to me and the Underground. The methods had to be a bit different though.
I put the whip back on the hook. “Good. I trust your opinion.”
As I untied Sophia from the harness and she fell exhausted into my arms, I noticed Gael eyeing an object in the corner of the room, the same object that Jennifer had wanted to use on Gael, but I decided not to: a large wooden cross in the shape of an X.
“It seems like you have something in mind,” I said to her.
“Oh yes, I do.”
I looked over and studied the cross. “Oh yes, I think this one will be perfect.”
Sophia was now in a sort of haze, and she glanced over at the cross, and let out a deep moan. “Oh, what…what is that…?”
I slapped her cheek, not too hard, but enough to make my point. “You are not to ask any questions, you are only to obey. Understand?”
“Yes, yes sir.”
We both brought her to the cross, and within a short few moments, her hands and feet were tied to the wood. I covered her eyes with a piece of silk cloth. “Now, Sophia, we are going to take another step. You are going to go even deeper into the Underground. Are you ready? Do you still want this?”
“Oh fuck yeah….” She had a burst of energy.
“Good.” I then walked over to a wooden box which was on a table, opened it, and took out a vibrator, large, pink, smooth and metallic and handed it to Gael. Since Sophia could not see what was happening, she was moving her head left and right, her breathing heavy, her body still glistening with a thin veneer of sweat.
“What do you feel right now, Sophia?”
She spoke quietly. “Fear. And hope.”
“Fear of what? Hope for what?
“Fear of what might happen next, and hope that it will feel good.”
I walked over and kissed her softly on the lips. “Yes, you are learning.” I looked at Gael. “Don’t you think she is progressing nicely?”
Gael slowly walked over to her. “Oh yes, she is learning.” She touched her thigh with the vibrator.
The feeling of the cold object on her flesh startled Sophia. “What…what is that…?”
I put my hand around Sophia’s neck and squeezed a bit. “I told you, no questions.”
“Oh, I am sorry sir…please forgive me.”
“Good. Don’t do it again,” I said as I slapped her cheek again, a bit harder this time, enough to sting but still not too hard.
Gael then flicked the vibrator on and slowly ran it up Sophia’s thigh until she reached that sweet spot between her legs.
“Ohhh…..” Her moan filled the room.
Gael looked at me. “I think she likes this.”
“Yes, I think she does.”
Gael kissed her on the cheek while moving the vibrator between her legs. “Do you like this, Sophia?”
“Oh yes…it does feel good.” She took a deep breath.
Gael whispered in her left ear. “Yes, a real woman knows how to feel pleasure, Sophia, how to act and dress like a real woman, how to be real woman in bed, and we are going to teach you how to do that.”
“Yes, yes she does. She needs to feel that and more.” I returned to the box, and took out a long, thin wax candle. Attaching it to a silver candle holder, I lit it and returned to Sophia, standing beside her, the light of the candle flickering in the dimness of the old, brick room.
As she was tied to this cross, we stood on each side of her, Gael gently massaging her vagina with the vibrator, while I watched, holding the candle. I could not resist massaging her breasts at the same time, but what I could not resist the most was whispering into her ear.
“Tell me, Sophia, about your sex life. Does your boyfriend know how to fuck you properly?”
“Oh god no…he is stupid. He does not know anything.”
“And you like to pleasure yourself because he is so lacking?”
“Yes, I have to.”
“You told me once you do it every day? Is that true?”
“Oh yes. Sometimes more than once a day.” She writhed a bit while Gael moved the vibrator around her, her hips moving fluidly to the pleasure Gael was giving her.
“What do you like to think about when you masturbate?”
“Everything. Fucking. You. Everything.”
I kissed her. “That is good.”
“I…I even watch porn.”
“Yes, you told me that.” I looked at Gael. “Seems like we have a dirty girl here.”
Gael moved the vibrator up to her stomach. “Oh yes, she is a little slut.” She slapped her right breast. “Tell us, slut, what do you like to watch?”
“Oh…different stuff…”
“Answer precisely” I let some molten wax drip on her breasts. Again, as I did with Gael and all the other women I had tested in this room, I used a special wax that would not actually burn the skin, but only inflict the type of sensation I wanted to her to feel.
“Oww…oh god…yes…I like lesbo porn. And bondage stuff.” Gael moved the vibrator back down to her clitoris. I let more drops of molten wax fall on her stomach. Sophia let out a small scream. “Oh god…it hurts…but feels so good…”
“Yes, it is a delicious combination, is it not, Sophia. The contrast, the extremes. There is almost something artistic about all this. A kind of erotic artistry. Does your boyfriend know how to stimulate you in such ways?”
In all that was happening I could sense her beginning to melt into another state. She moved her head sideways, saying in an almost whispering tone, “Oh no…he does not know anything…never pleases me…no…no pleasure really…”
Putting my face close to her, feeling her heat close to mine, I whispered again. “Well, perhaps someday we can do something about your boyfriend’s poor sex habits.”
“Oh yes…sometimes I fantasize….about….,” she was hesitant.
“About what?” Gael ran her fingers over her breasts, pinching her nipples, gently moving the vibrator up and down her vagina. The buzzing sound filled the room.
Delighting in the feel of her lovely body, I also ran my hand over her breasts, my hands meeting Gael’s, and down her stomach and through the thick hair of her luscious blonde bush. “Yes, Sophia, tells us everything.” I let two more drops of the molten wax fall on her thighs.
“I want you, sir, to fuck me in front of him. I want him to see how a real man fucks a woman. I imagine you tying him up and forcing him to watch you fuck me. I want him to know what a fucking little pussy he really is!”
I kissed her deeply. “Well, perhaps sometime we will do just that. It can be arranged, if you are a good girl. And a bad girl too.” Two more drops of wax landed on her feet.
Her body then suddenly convulsed, a violent convulsion, and she cried out, and her legs shook and quivered, Gael holding the vibrator firmly between her legs as she filled the room with a high pitched scream, “OH GOD YES…I’M COMING…PLEASE…I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME….OH FUCK YEAH I’M COMING…YES…PLEASE FUCK ME IN FRONT OF HIM AND MAKE HIM WATCH.”
As she filled the room with her orgasmic cries, Gael and I both kissed her, and all three of us were kissing each other at the same time.
Sophia screams of pleasure soon became softer cries, her convulsions less violent, but cries and convulsions still filled with pleasure. “Oh God…yes…this feels so good…yes… oh…still coming…mmmm…”
In the quiet moments after her orgasm, the convulsing of Sophia’s body stopped, and she relaxed on the cross, her head resting to one side, her breathing still a bit heavy but now calming. She whispered almost incoherently “Please…please sir…more…give me more…” I knew she had passed the first real threshold.
I blew out the candle and looked at Gael. “I think we are ready for the next phase. Do you?”
“Yes, yes I think she is,” she said as she ran her fingers gently over Sophia’s cheek. “She is ready for the final act. Now, I will teach her how to treat you, the Big Boss, well in bed.”