Chapter 11
Riff Raff let out a ragged breath at the girl's departure. He was sure to be in trouble for his reaction – he knew of Frank-n-Furter's claim on her.
"Now what was that which you were doing my dear Riff Raff?" Frank's voice drawled from close beside him.
"Nothing master, my apologies master, I was unaware of –"
CRACK! The sting of the whip broke across his back and Riff Raff soon found himself sprawled against the cold floor of the lab.
"Take off your Jacket Riffy" Frank's voice commanded from above.
CRACK, CRACK, CRACK…the pain went on for hours as his master worked out his anger.
Convulsing on the floor Riff Raff grew relieved as he heard the heels of Frank-n-Furter recede into the distance, his punishment was over.
"Come Riff Raff we have work to do, get off the floor." Frank called.
"Yes master." He replied weakly as he shakily stood up and followed his orders.
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Sophie sat in Columbia's room with both girls and listened absent mindedly to their banter. They were once again discussing sexual experiences and Sophie being well… inexperienced … had nothing to contribute.
"Oh that Frankie is just out-a-sight!" Columbia passionately cried, falling back onto her bed while clutching her chest.
"He eez quite good, he knowz all of zee best places." Magenta agreed as she began to paint her nails.
"Sophie you should ask him to give you a once over too, trust me you won't regret it!" Columbia suddenly directed at her, causing her to blush.
"Oh no Columbia goodness knows I can't ask him that!" No matter how much I wish he would, Sophie added silently.
"You're such a goody two shoes! Honestly you've got to get your thrills somewhere!" she nasally replied as she sat behind Sophie and began brushing her hair.
Sophie had come to learn that her hair held a great fascination with all of the inhabitants of the castle. They all enjoyed brushing and styling it to the point that she had a new hairstyle about every two hours.
"Sophie we must fix zees problem of yours, surely you must want sexual relief?" Magenta interjected.
"Well I…. I um….uh" She stuttered, too embarrassed to admit that she did indeed wish for some sexual action.
"Well of course she does Genta but she's just too much of a prude to admit it!" Columbia practically screeched as she began to curl Sophie's hair.
"I am not a prude! I'm just awkward, and undesirable, and shy and urgh" Sophie cried as she buried her face in her hands.
"What do you mean undesirable? You're a cutie patootie! Now stay still so I can curl your hair!" Columbia said testily.
"Oh yes my darling you are very desirable" Magenta added on as she extended her hand to admire her paint job.
"I don't at all feel like any man would want me though… I mean you both are so gorgeous! You're both tall, thin, and have beautiful figures and faces! And here I am short, squat and ugly!" She cried, closing her eyes as the reality of the situation sunk in.
"If you keep talking like that I will burn both of your ears." Columbia threatened as she curled another strand.
"You are thinner than eizer of us and you 'ave a vonderful figure as well. You are cute and feminine don't worry." Magenta stated with a stern voice, indicating that that was the end of the conversation.
Sophie remained silent as the other two girls became absorbed in their work, she knew that they wouldn't lie to her and yet she couldn't believe their words. There were too many years of isolation and horrific social interactions for Sophie to be able to believe the other two.
So instead she began to sing and slowly the other girls joined in, Magenta singing low and sensually, Columbia high pitched and enthusiastic… she couldn't help but smile.
Once the song – and her hair – was done Magenta motioned for Sophie to join her.
Columbia picked up a magazine and occupied herself within its depths, allowing Sophie to not feel guilty about suddenly diverting her attention to Magenta.
Walking over, Magenta grabbed Sophie by the shoulders and looked her in the eye.
"I think it eez time for another lezzon Sophie."