Saving Sophia Ch 03

Joe paced in the parking lot, checking his Uber app every few seconds while still trying to find anyone he knew who could help him get to the party or get Sophia out of there.

"Fuck it," he said and dialed 911.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"My name is Joe DiMarco. My girlfriend, Sophia Ramos is at the Signa Tua Omega fraternity house and is in danger."

"Let me transfer you to the campus police."

Moments ticked by as Joe waited for someone to pick up. He kept switching to the live feed and saw Sophia sitting on the couch next to some blond girl.

A booming voice came through the phone. "Sir, this is Officer Monroe of the UGA police. Is this about a wellness check?"

Joe put the call on speaker. "My girlfriend is at the Sigma party, and I think they're planning to sexually assault her."

"How do you know this?"

"I got a call from my friend who said he saw a mutual friend get her drink spiked at the party. He took her to the hospital but said my girlfriend, Sophia, is in danger. There's a livestream of the party--"

"A livestream?"

"Yeah, a private server. You log in and can see everything. They are currently raping another girl, Cassie McRae. It's on the stream right now."

"Sir, can you forward the stream to uga-police@uga.edu."

Joe switched to his mail app and forwarded the link.

"And sir, you said your girlfriend is in danger?"

"Yes, they gave her two strong drinks and put her in some room."

"By herself?" Officer Monroe asked.

"No, other students from the party."

"So, your girlfriend is drinking with students at a campus party?" Monroe's voice lifted at the end.

"Yes, but they are planning something. She's only nineteen years old and shouldn't be drinking."

"So, you're concerned about underage drinking?"

Joe felt his jaw clench and the back of his head throbbing. Was this officer really blowing him off? Was he trying to downplay what was happening? "Officer, I'm worried that this fraternity is targeting coeds to rape. They are actively assaulting a girl right now on your campus. Send a car over now."

Joe heard nothing through the line for a few moments. "Okay, I understand. We will send someone there to check things out."

# #

Jeremy walked down the stairs and slipped through the throng of students dancing in the main room. The heavy base from the huge speakers reverberated through the room. Young men and women were bouncing around the room, Solo cups raised. The party was in full swing, and everyone knew exactly what Sigma parties were all about.

Jeremy's phone buzzed and the name, Monroe, flashed on the screen. Jeremy entered a side room to dampen the sound as he answered the phone.

"What's up, Tom?" Jeremy asked.

"I got a call already. Some guy worried about his girlfriend, Sophia?"

"Really? Who called?"

"Some guy named Joe DiMarco. The girl's boyfriend. And he's on your livestream."

Jeremy flinched and squeezed the phone. "Okay. We'll take care of it."

"Jeremy, I can't have this kind of heat. If this kid makes too much trouble --"

"I said I'll take care of it. Now I have to get back to the party." Jeremy walked to the door to open it but waited as the head of the campus police remained on the line.

"I'll be by tomorrow for my envelope," Officer Monroe said and hung up.

Jeremy hung his head for a second and rubbed the back of his neck.

Why can't things be easy? Why do I have to do everything myself?

He walked through the party, searching among the dancing students until he reached the western study on the first floor. Brad stood near an unlit fireplace only ten paces from Sophia who was nearly passed out on a couch.

"Hey, your girl's boyfriend called the police already," Jeremy said to Brad as he took a spot next to him.

Brad's brow furrowed. "Fucking guy. I doubt he's coming here. We popped all four tires on his car and have people looking out for him if he shows up."

Jeremy stroked his chin. "Maybe we should forget about this one. We've got Katie and Cassie already."

Brad"s face went pale. "Dude, seriously, it's fine. Sophia could easily get us $15,000 on the stream. And think of all the videos we could make and sell?"

Brad appealed to Jeremy's weakness--money. It was easy to persuade his fraternity brother, even though Brad knew deep down that Jeremy enjoyed manipulating these girls as much as the money he made. For Brad, it wasn't the money at all. He had wanted Sophia for her entire freshman year. Sitting next to her in writing classes, watching her strut through campus in her short skirts, and seeing her taking her walks with Joe -- it was too much for him. He wanted her more than any other girl on campus.

It was easy to start talking to her. He found out through Claire that she was damaged goods. A former boyfriend had physically and emotionally abused Sophia for years until Joe came along. Brad knew girls like that lacked self-esteem and self-worth. It was easy to slip into her DMs, tell her how beautiful she looked, and start planting seeds of doubt about her relationship with Joe.

At first, she wouldn't entertain his texts. She'd say she has a boyfriend and leave it at that. But Brad never stopped. He picked and choose his time to mention how her hair looked amazing with highlights or ask if that blouse was new. When she was unprepared for a pop quiz on

Jane Eyre

, he let her copy his answers. It was all to get her to relax. Now, the flirting had picked up almost to the point where he wouldn't need one of these frat parties to get her into bed. But the parties were so easy. Jeremy's special cocktail made these girls completely uninhibited. Brad had played the long game with Sophia, and it was time for his reward.

"Okay, we move on with Sophia," Jeremy said, squeezing Brad's shoulder. "But anything goes wrong with this Joe guy and it's on you."

Brad exhaled and nodded to him. "You have nothing to worry about."

Jeremy opened a cabinet and took out a shot glass and a bottle of vodka. He poured a shot to the rim and, from his pocket, added a milligram of GHB to the liquid. He stirred it with a straw and brought out a single blue pill, Magic Molly, from a case in his other pocket. It had a clear coat and the letters MM engraved in white. It even looked like an M&M.

He pushed off from the wall and stepped over to Amber. Her bottom lip trembled as he held out the blue pill and shot glass towards her. She whimpered as she took them and walked across the study.

Don't cry, Amber. Hold it together.

This was the worst for her. Sophia wouldn't be the first or last girl she betrayed. It had started last year when Jeremy took over as fraternity president. She had a huge crush on him, and so when he invited her to his president's suite, she didn't waste time accepting. Even from the start, the sex was mind blowing. Jeremy took what he wanted but somehow always got her off. Maybe it was the domination or the idea that she was having sex with the head of the Sigmas, but she never had such strong orgasms with anyone else.

"Get on your knees."

She recalled last semester like it was yesterday. Jeremy brought Amber into the basement and had her on her knees in nothing but a Sigma Tau Omega T-shirt that barely covered her stomach.

"You're going to prove yourself to the brotherhood," he said, pulling down his boxers. Brad and Kevin did the same, and the two newer brothers started stroking themselves in anticipation of Amber's initiation.

She wasted no time in taking Jeremy into her mouth. She loved his taste, and her tongue flicked through the salty drop at the very tip. She closed her eyes and forgot about the rest of the world as she slowly took him deeper, his tip grazing the top pallet of her mouth until she tilted her head to take him back towards her throat.

"Open your eyes. Look at me."

Amber shivered as she met his gaze. His dark stare did something to her -- made her feel dirty and used and whole again, like there was something missing when she wasn't servicing someone like him. Someone powerful.

And for Jeremy, it was all about the power in those moments in the basement. Upstairs was about money, but down here, it was all about teaching these girls who they belonged to.

"Go deeper. And don't stop looking at me."

He watched her slide her mouth closer to the base, her lips twitching to lock around him. She gagged and pulled back ever so slightly and took him deeper again. He could feel light breaths from her nose hitting his pelvis, tickling him. As she brought her hands up to cup his balls, he groaned.

"No hands."

She dropped her hands back to her sides as Jeremy maneuvered his fingers through her golden locks and guided her up and down.

"That's it. Get ready. You're going to take all of it. One drop hits the floor and we start again."

Amber whimpered more in need than worry. When his first blast came, she swallowed hard, gagging and choking on the thick liquid that coated the back of her tongue. Wave after wave got easier for her to take down. It was salty and slightly sweet but tasted exactly like Jeremy. All those times in his suite had prepared her for now. She turned her head left and right as her tongue swirled around him, coaxing out every single drop until there was none left. She heard Jeremy take a deep breath and felt him slowly pulling out. Her mouth felt empty when he was gone and she licked her lips clean.

Brad wasted no time in stepping up next. She knew what had to be done, but it wasn't like it was with Jeremy. She would do her duty, and even though she locked eyes with Brad, she pictured Jeremy.

Back in the study, Amber took a deep breath and sat next to Sophia, turning on her smile again.

"Honey, you don't look so good," Amber said to her. Sophia rolled her head to look at her friend, who held up the pill and the shot glass. "This will clear your head. You'll feel better. I promise."

Sophia shook her head, her dark hair falling forward into her face. "No, I want to go home." Her voice slurred as she tried to turn away. "Call Joe. He'll take care of me."

"Trust me," Amber said, tears now running down her face as she glanced over her shoulder at Jeremy.

Sophia looked back at her. "I said no."

Amber took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She hated herself for being part of this but had no choice. She turned her head, placed the pill on the tip of her tongue, and turned back to Sophia. With both hands, she grabbed Sophia's face and forced a kiss, pushing her tongue into the girl's mouth and sliding the pill into the back of her mouth. Sophia tried to pull away, but she was too weak to resist.

Amber pressed the shot glass to Sophia's lips, tilting it back. Sophia batted at Amber's hands but kept missing. Amber poured the spiked drink into her mouth and lifted her chin. Sophia choked and coughed but swallowed the mixture. Some of the liquid spilled down her chin, but she drank most of it.

"I'm so sorry," Amber whispered, holding Sophia's hands and squeezing them. "I'm so, so sorry."

Jeremy walked over and grabbed Amber, pulling her up roughly. "Okay, go enjoy the party. I should be done by 3 AM. Make sure you're naked in my suite by then."

As Amber started away, he slapped her ass, causing her to wince.

Brad walked over immediately. "What's next?"

"I'm going to check on Cassie. In about fifteen minutes, give Sophia her first line of coke and Special K." Jeremy turned to Brad, his tall frame towering over his fraternity brother. He stared down at him, eyes narrowed. "No one touches Sophia. I don't want to see a strand of hair out of place. That goes for you, too. We get paid first, and we still get to fuck her senseless. But only at the right time."

Brad nodded slowly. "Got it. I'm her bodyguard. You can count on me."

# #

Joe threw himself into the back of the Uber at 11:41 PM. His driver, Malcolm, turned back with a smile and offered a bottle of water.

"Thirsty?"

"No thanks, just drive. I'm in a real hurry. I'll give you $100 extra cash if you get me there any faster."

Malcolm's eyes widened. He looked back at the GPS. "It says forty-five minutes in traffic. Lots of accidents tonight. I'll do my best."

As he settled into the back seat, Joe brought up the livestream. Sophia sat on the couch in the study, but the blond was trying to get her to take a pill. He gripped the back seat and squeezed his hand around the phone as he watched the other coed kiss Sophia and force her to drink the shot. The audio kept going in and out, but he heard his girlfriend cough and gag, and the blond say she was sorry before walking away.

What was I thinking letting her go to this party? I should have argued with her. Even if she was mad at me, it's better than her getting raped.

Jeremy's voice came through the livestream. "Hello, everyone, who just joined our live feed. Welcome to Sigma Tau Omega's Saturday night party. Jeremy Stewart here, fraternity president and your host. For those just tuning in, we've already had fun with two girls tonight, freshman Katie and the sophomore cheerleader, Cassie. Full videos will be available tomorrow, but it's almost time for the main event. Meet Sophia Ramos, the Filipino princess."

He turned the camera around to Sophia, who was rubbing her neck and chest while squirming her hips.

Jeremy's voice came through the stream. "Look at those perfect lips and those perky tits straining against her top. Another few minutes from now, and she'll become her true inner slut. Trust me, fellas, you are not going to be disappointed." He flipped to the Notes app on his iPhone. "Let me share some interesting details about our guest of honor. Sophia here has only experienced two cocks in her nineteen years. Well, her body count's going to go up a lot tonight. Ms. Sophia attends church every Sunday at St. Joseph's Catholic Church right near campus. When she's not on her knees at church, she volunteers as an Activity Room Monitor at Children's Healthcare of Athens. She's a complete angel, and you'll see her turn into a devil before the night is over. You'll see her transform from pure Catholic princess to cum-hungry whore. And the best part?" He leaned closer to the camera. "She's already soaking wet just thinking about it."

Jeremy loved this part of the job. He could see himself, one day, hosting a game show. He sat on the arm of the couch as Sophia was rubbing her neck and breasts, grinding her hips into the air.

He lifted her chin, and she smiled at him in a daze. "Brad, she looks out of it. Did you give her the powder?"

Brad's eyes widened, and he hesitated. "I set a timer for fifteen minutes but must not... have heard it."

Jeremy squeezed the bridge of his nose and shook his head. "I guess I have to do everything myself."

Brad backed away, shoulders slumped as he stared at the floor.

Jeremy sighed as he walked to a cabinet and took out a mirror and two bags of powder. As he cut a line of cocaine and another of ketamine, he addressed the camera with his same smug demeanor. "After this, pick me up; our princess will be a total slut. It's all part of the most perfect cocktail ever created. Our innocent little Sophia is about to discover depths of pleasure she never knew existed. Keep those donations coming. We're only at $3,800, and she's worth every penny."

He sat on the arm of the couch and put the mirror in front of her face. "Here you go, gorgeous. Sniff this."

Sophia licked her lips and sat forward, eyeing the two thin lines. In her haze, any fear of doing drugs was washed away. "How do I...?"

"Press your nostril closed and sniff hard with the other." He held her black hair out of the way as she snorted the entire first line and collapsed back to the couch with a smile.

"Oh fuck...oh my God." She ran her hands down her body and across her bare thighs. "Everything is...holy shit."

Jeremy laughed and guided her forward to the mirror again. "One more, and then we can have some fun together."

Sophia snorted the second line, sniffling to drive it all the way up her nose. She let out a breathy moan and licked her lips.

Jeremy pointed the handheld camera at Sophia. "Feeling good?"

"So good. Can someone touch me?" She pulled up the hem of her shirt, revealing the bottom of her black bra. Tan lines showed on her rounded breasts. "Getting hot in here. Need to feel skin."

Jeremy pulled her shirt down. "Not until we hit the goal. Tell the viewers what you want?"

"Need to be fucked. Please, anyone." She writhed on the couch, hips moving in a figure eight. "I'm so fucking wet. Never been this turned on."

Jeremy pressed his lips to her head, and she turned, kissing his cheek and jawline. "What else do you want us to do to you? Any fantasies going on in that pretty little head of yours?"

"Yeah... I want to suck cock, while someone eats me out." Her words came out fast but breathy. "And have someone fuck my ass. Fill my holes. I want to deepthroat someone and let him cum on my face. Please, I'm begging you. I can't take this."

Laughter spread across the room as several students filled the area to watch the scene unfold with Sophia.

Jeremy looked at the camera. "Just remember, everyone, that these drugs don't give anyone fantasies. It's not mind control. We can't make Sophia want to do these things. These drugs take away her inhibitions. It turns her into the beautiful, free spirit she wants to be. Isn't that right, baby? Tell our generous viewers what else you want us to do to you."

Sophia's words came out breathy. "Want everyone to use me. All my holes filled at once. Spank me until I cry. Choke me while they fuck me from behind."

The crowd of students exploded in cheers. Some young men were pumping their fists and calling out to her.

"I'll do it! Let me choke her and spank her."

"I sit behind her in Creative Writing. I want to fuck her so bad."

Another round of laughter spread through the room, and Jeremy held his hand to silence them. "Such a dirty little girl. What else, Sophia? Any other ideas going on in that brain of yours?"

She writhed on the couch, her skirt riding high and showing the damp thong beneath. "Suck my nipples. Make me beg. Use me like a toy while everyone watches. Stretch me open and use my ass. Fuck my throat until I can't talk anymore. I need this so bad. Please, Jeremy..."

"It's going to happen. Don't you worry." He looked at the donation board, which now sat at $4,700.

He glanced at one of the young coeds, Madison, who he knew from Kappa Alpha Tau, "The Kitty Kats," as they were called on campus. She had shoulder-length black hair and a waiflike body with small breasts that barely pushed out her polka dot halter top. She wore no bra and poked through the fabric, which was so high that it showed off her sculpted abs. Jeremy noticed the way Maddie leaned forward, eyes on Sophia, while biting her bottom lip. It was raw energy and desire.

"Maddie, would you like to come over and say hi to our princess?" he asked.

"Really?" she asked, perking up. Her heels tapped across the hardwood floor as she came to sit on the other side of Sophia, who immediately turned towards her, crossing her leg over Maddie's.

"Touch me," Sophia murmured, grabbing Maddie's hand and placing it on her smooth thigh.

Maddie's breath caught as she dragged her fingertips up the olive-skinned, toned leg. She had noticed Sophia as she crossed the quad at the very start of the semester. For many nights after, Maddie found herself lying in bed, thinking about that first image of Sophia in a green sundress, the way it rode up those smooth thighs when she sat on a bench. Maddie couldn't help but pleasure herself with the idea of Sophia's legs wrapped around her head and the way she must taste.

Before Maddie could process the girl in front of her, Sophia pressed her lips into hers. Maddie's whole world exploded. Weeks of fantasy flashed through her mind as those soft lips met hers. Sophia cupped her cheek with one hand while the other crawled under Maddie's shirt. Tongues touched and then explored. When Sophia finally sat back, she pulled at Maddie's denim skirt.