(This is a the continuing story of Easnestine Royal and follows on from George’s First meeting with her. It is also the first part of Earnie’s demise at the Faded Lotus Dolcett Village)
“Ladies and Gentlemen, Mesdames et Monseurs. On behalf of today’s Hosts, the Mistresses Cov and Hun, the Faded Lotus Dolcett Village is both happy and proud to welcome you the last night of Earnestine Royal!
“As you will have seen in your programme, we have a busy schedule ahead of us, designed in part by our hosts. In approximately six hours time, we look forward to offering you a most succulent roast, well stressed, tenderised and seasoned with the Fades Lotus’s own patented blend of spices and flavour enhancers.
“As a reminder, at the request of the Hosts, today’s festivities are being covered by a crew from Fade Out Films. If you do not wish to be recognised on that film, please stay behind the yellow floor markings in all areas. Hoods and Masques are, of course, available for those wishing a closer, but still discrete, view.
“And now, I present to you the star of today’s entertainment. Earnestine Royal!”
The Master of Ceremonies waved a flourish at the curtained alcove at the back of the stage, which opened to reveal the soon to be late Mrs. Royal nude and gagged, bound only by her hands above her head to a mobile frame.
Two attendant slaves escorted it out on a circuit through the audience as the MC continued his introduction.
“Earnestine Royal, formerly the wife of Mister Edward Royal, was one of a group of slaves recently sold by the Wheaton Heights Community Patrol. That’s quite all right Sir; handle the merchandise by all means. We just ask that at this point you not cause any damage to either Earnestine or her attendants. There will be plenty of time for that later.
“Until very recently a staid and very vanilla housefrau, Earnestine has had her horizons, and other orifices broadened considerably, and has been delivered into our hands to provide the highest form of entertainment in her final hours. Her sores from the reputable F&S Testers were a dismal 50 for vaginal intercourse, a workable 85 for oral - I can confirm, folks, that she does give a mean blowjob - and the default ten for anal virginity. No, Mistress Winters, I’m afraid that that has already been taken care of. We have kept a couple out the back that you can help us with later, if you like.”
The platform wound its way through past the tables while the MC continued his patter and Earnestine was poked, prodded, slapped, groped and pinched to a variety of muttered comments. It was obviously a well practiced performance and he wound down as the platform made its way back to the stage.
He leaned forward as she disappeared behind the curtain again and the audience quieted. “In a few minutes, we’ll adjourn to the courtyard for the first event, something we like to call ‘The Running’. Everyone knows that the meat is at its most tender after being exercised. I’m sure you’ve all heard the farm kids boast about chasing the spring lamb around the field before it was butchered for dinner. This is our version of that.”
He waved a slave over from the wings. She was fitted out with a number of metal cuffs, heavy looking nipple clamps and a heavy chastity belt, and handed him a chain with a number of remotes.
“Earnestine is backstage right now being kitted out exactly like Sarah here, with ten separately controlled shock devices. Ten? you ask. Yes indeed. You can see most of them already, but let me demonstrate.”
He started triggering the remotes seemingly at random, and the slave flinched as she was shocked at both ankles, both wrists, her neck, and both breasts in quick succession.
“That’s only seven you say? Of course, I saved the best for last. Number eight is a butt plug - ” the slave grunted as he activated that one. - ” Number nine is a dildo” - another grunt, and the slave bent forward - “and the last one arcs straight across her clitoris.” The slave struggled to maintain her balance as the last one went off, but managed and stood straight, with her hands behind her head as the crowd murmured appreciatively.
“Our hosts have kept some of these for themselves, but they have kindly offered five - chosen at random, I might add - to us here at the Faded Lotus to auction off for the benefit of the Sierra Club.”
* * *
“Come on,” I told Noreen as the auction started. She was kneeling on a cushion beside me and I helped her up as I stood. “You’ve got a role to play here.”
She followed me quietly as I headed toward the courtyard where they were nearly finished setting up the electrified maze that poor Earnie was going to have to navigate while total strangers zapped her most sensitive places.
“One of the chasers,” I told the attendant, who nodded and waved us toward the starting position. On the way, I maneuvered her over to the wall and pressed her into it, reaching around to fondle her breasts.
“You’re doing very well,” I whispered over her shoulder. And she was. This was the most public outing I’d yet taken any of them on and I’d tried to impress on her the importance of remaining in control and, putting it bluntly, not embarrassing me in front of my new peers. I’d picked Noreen for this because I figured that she was the most stable of my three ‘house’ slaves. The ‘basement slave’, Debbie, didn’t count, of course, except as an object lesson.
I felt her relax a little under me and let her go and led her over to the starting gate.
There were two slaves already there, doing stretching exercises as we arrived, although they leapt to attention and made short bows as they noticed me. “One of the Chasers,” I said, nodding for them to carry on, as I took a step back and compared them with my own slave.
There was a significant contrast. The two slavers were much younger than Noreen, for starters, and they were obviously extremely fit. There were two differences that really stood out, though, and those were their attitudes and their skins. Noreen was slightly hunched, still apparently overwhelmed by everything, if less so than before, while these other two stood tall and straight, proudly displaying their marked and scarred skin. Watching them gather Noreen in and examine her, I saw that they both wore patterns of scars from floggings that were almost artistic, and must have been excruciatingly painful when inflicted. One of them even had her hair styled to reveal rope scars up the side of her neck. They must be two of the “Dolcett Dolls” that Hun had been talking about.
I left them to it and wandered around the courtyard taking in the facilities. For starters, it was larger than I’d imagined, nearly a hundred feet square. The main hall where we’d stated took up one side, and there was in industrial-strength kitchen on another near the currently covered barbeque pits. Larger apparatus had obviously been pushed aside, and while I could recognise some of it - like the gallows, and two Jessica 3000 auto-spitting machines - some of the other pieces were more mysterious.
The third wall looked like storage sheds, but even they were adorned with bondage and torture equipment, even knife throwing wheels.
The fourth side of the courtyard was open, and led past several pillories whipping posts to a large pool. Given the rest of the decor, I suspected that that, too, had ominous and sinister uses. And, apparently, a very serene Tea Garden. For ‘Capital T’ Tea, according to Hun, with appropriately trained servitors.
The maze itself took up most of the open space in the courtyard. There were a couple of covered spaces where there must have been other pits, and several more whipping posts have been incorporated into the structure. The walls were only a little over waist high - enough so that bouncing into them wouldn’t tip you over, but low enough not to obstruct the view. They were made of panels of regular looking chain link fence, though the bundle of cables running along the base was only the first clue that they were electrified.
The pattern of the maze was simple: long stretches that ran along three sides like a “U” before twisting inside itself, getting tighter and tighter before popping out in the middle of the same side as the entry. Hmmm, I thought. A clever slave could -
A familiar yelping screech brought my attention back to the start of the maze, where Noreen stood rubbing her ass where she’d obviously just been shocked with the cattle prod in the hands of the Doll behind her. The other one pointed at her own breast and barked “DO IT, BITCH, or we’ll run you before the meat gets here!”
Just inside its range, I used my remote to set up a slight tickle in Noreen’s collar, just to remind her that I was around. She looked around wildly, and when she saw me, I increased the power, shutting it off when she nodded and bent down to pick up the prod she’d dropped when she was zapped.
She reached out tentatively toward the other woman and jerked as the second one grabbed her hand and triggered the prod. The first Doll barely flinched and then pointed insistently at her other breast. Even with he second still holding her hand from behind, I could tell by the way she screwed up her face that Noreen triggered the second shot herself. A quick shove-and-grab and Noreen had been spun around to repeat the process on the second Doll, who then zapped her again in return.
They did this several times before stopping to refresh themselves from the drinks table provided. The first Doll, somewhat to my surprise, even brought Noreen a cup of water, laughing - but not unkindly, from what I could tell - when Noreen half-raised her prod defensively.
People had been trickling into the courtyard over the last few minutes, but the flow suddenly increased, just as Cov and Hun came out of a side entrance leading a kitted out Earnestine.
I headed for a prime spot between the two exits of the maze, where more fence segments stood ready to loop them together and was quickly surrounded when the Master of Ceremonies began again.
“Welcome to ‘The Running’,” He announced.
“We like to consider this event a mere appetizer, something to whet your appetites for later activities. The concept is simple. Earnestine will run through the maze you set up before you, being careful to avoid the walls.” He threw something into the middle of the maze, causing one of the fences to arc. “For the obvious reasons.”
“To encourage her, we have three ‘chasers’ who will pursue her through the maze, menacing her with their cattle prods. And lastly, we have those remote controls. None of them are powerful enough to do much more than distract the runner, but two or three such ‘distractions’ at the wrong time, should provide all sorts of fun.”
“The overall aim is to get all of those delicious ‘fight or flight’ hormones running through her system, tenderising her and adding that piquant flavour we’ve become so famous for here at the Faded Lotus. Given her age and general fitness level, we’re going to aim for two complete circuits of the maze. If she makes it, she gets a rest before the next stage while we devise a … creative penalty for our chasers. If she doesn’t, the chasers get the reward.”
I was close enough to hear one of the Dolls hiss to Noreen, “You don’t want to this lot getting creative, understand?”
“I think we’re ready to start. Chasers, are you ready?” The two Dolcett Dolls, followed quickly by Noreen, raised their prods to ’salute’ and the tips crackled. “Very good. Masters and Mistresses, if you could test your remotes please.” Earnie jerked and shuddered as all of her various attachments fired. “Excellent!”
He turned and addressed Earnestine for the first time. “Earnestine, when I say ‘Go’ you will have a ten second head start on the Chasers -”
“You better run, Bitch. As bad as today’s going to be for you, we can always make it worse!”
The MC frowned slightly at the interruption from Cov. “Yes, indeed. Earnestine. Your run begins in Three … Two … One … GO!”
Earnestine Ran.
Ten seconds later, the MC nodded at the chasers. One of them thumped Noreen on the shoulder and pointed her down the start channel. “After her!”, while the other headed straight for the exit channel.
Earnie fell twice in the first straight as her ‘equipment’ was triggered, but she still got to the first corner before Noreen caught up with her. Just as she got in reach and swung her prod, someone dropped Earnie again, and caused the two of them to fall in a tumble.
With my attention fixed on my own slave, I almost missed what was happening virtually right in front of me as the Doll who’d pointed Noreen into the maze took a very short run-up and vaulted the fence into the next loop. The fence arced as she used one hand for balance, and she shook it out when she landed, like a bad case on pins & needles. Picking up her cattle prod, she started walking back through the maze, toward where Earnie would be coming toward her.
I recalled my earlier thoughts. Yes, a clever slave indeed.
Meanwhile, Noreen and Earnie had untangled themselves, and Noreen was helping the other woman to her feet. Earnie leaned on her former friend for a moment, before she was pushed away. Noreen waved the prod at her and hissed something before slapping her on the ass and firing the prod a couple of times. Earnie started to shuffle onward, until Noreen yelled “RUN!” and zapped her in the back with the prod. She picked up the pace, with Noreen trotting along behind and helping her up every time she was zapped from the audience.
At the ‘top’ of the next loop, the Dolcett Doll was waiting.
She, too, menaced Earnie with the cattle prod, but didn’t zap her, merely falling in behind them and exhorting both to greater speed.
The MC picked up the commentary, although thankfully low key, not like someone commentating a horse race. “Joining Earnestine in the second loop is one of our own Dolcett Dolls, Rachel. Rachel is one of our senior Dolls, and the current record holder for The Running, both in terms of speed for a single circuit, and number of circuits completed. Neither of which look to be at risk here today.”
Between the two chasers, they managed to keep Earnie moving at something above a trot until the very end of the circuit where the last Chaser was waiting.
All three chasers zapped at her same time as she cleared the exit and headed around to the start again, dropping her to her knees. Cov once again shouted from the sidelines, threatening dire consequences if she didn’t complete the course.
The chasers picked up the pace again, and it was as if it was two chasers and two runners, because Noreen caught almost as many jabs of the prod as Earnie did. Or, at least, she did until she remembered her own prod, and swung it back and zapped one of the Dolls, to the amusement of everyone.
By this time, Noreen was starting to flag, and with the pressure taken off, slipped behind the Dolls. One of them, Rachel, Looked back at her and took mercy, sending her back to the start/finish area, where she took up a guard position at the start of the final straight.
With her out of the way, the Dolls sped up again, really pushing Earnie, who was suffering badly enough from the Run, and the frequent zapping of her attachments, let alone the prods of the chasers. She eventually collapsed about three quarters of the way through the second circuit, and multiple shocks couldn’t motivate her to get up again.
“I believe that’s the end of The Running,” the MC announce formally. “Earnestine has been well run, but she didn’t make it to the end, so our Chasers have earned their reward. To our guest chaser, your Master is well pleased, and will reward you when you get home. To our Dolcett Dolls, your usual award awaits you. In fact, yes, Rachel has qualified Terminus. I’ll need to discuss it with our Hosts, but you are now on the Short List. Congratulations!”
The Regulars and staff burst into applause and Rachel’s companion Doll hugged her fiercely. I was somewhat confused as to what was going on, but put it aside as a bone weary looking Noreen plopped to ground at my feet. I crouched down beside her and hugged her tight. “I am well pleased. You have done me proud,” I whispered in her ear. She turned her head into me and started weeping. I lifted her to her feet and moved out of the crowd as the staff started to disassemble the maze. Soothing her, I guided her down the length of the courtyard toward the pool area, and sat down on one of the benched by the wall.
“Hush,” I told her as I settled her in my lap and wiped at her tears. “It’s over now.”
She looked at me and said with utter conviction. “They’re going to kill her, and it’s just a game to them.”
I nodded. “I know. But your part is over now; you don’t have to help them.”
“I don’t want to watch, either. Master, my reward?”
“Yes?”
“Can we go home now? I’ll cook, and then we can play, just the four of us.”
Damn, I thought. I really wanted to stay, but if I made her stay, god knows what damage it would do. I brought her along to this, just like I’d taken Tia to last night’s ‘Private Party’ where Cov and Hun had enacted a brutal orgy of humiliation and sexual degradation upon their slave. My plan had been to strongly imprint upon my slaves that whatever I might do to them, there was always a worse option. It might have backfired, I thought, and it definitely would if I pushed too much now.
“No,” I said, and felt her go rigid. “I will send you home, but I’m going to stay until the end.”
She nodded ad pulled away, using the wall for balance as she stood. “Thank you, Master.” she murmured.
I stood, and together we walked back to the reception area, where I had the staff member call a taxi. Noreen stood further away from me than usual and stood with her head down, refusing to look at the art on the walls, or to meet my gaze.
As I ushered her into the cab, I made another decision.
“Noreen. Cook a good dinner for all of us. Tracey as well. It will have been a long time since lunch.”
