(Following on from “The Whipping“, we return to George Page’s PoV)

I chatted briefly with Cov and Hun and didn’t rise to their semi-snide comparisons of the way we treated our respective Wheaton Heights Wives.

With Claire Winters looking on, I complimented them on the event so far, and thanked them for introducing me to Monsieur Avignon.

I let them go as they went over to Ernestine to join the camera crew for a more intimate interview.

All the while I’d ignored, as much as possible, the slave that I’d ordered to lick the ‘basting’ paste from my hand.  I’d noticed her movements slowing down, and an increasing warmth in my fingers, but I’d been determined to show the women that I could be as callous as they could.

I may have done better than I’d known, because as soon as they were out of earshot, two slaves hurried over to us.

“Master,” the first one to reach us said urgently, “That paste is mildly acidic, ah, it contains some chemicals that break down the skin to further tenderise the meat.  Ah, it can cause permanent damage if we don’t get it cleaned off quickly.”

I quickly held out my hand for her to wipe down with a wet towel, while the other one hovered nervously. If they were so concerned about my hand … Fuck!

“Can you neutralize it?  For her?”  I nodded at the slave who’d been licking my fingers.

“In the clinic, Master, can we?”  They looked over to the back corner of the courtyard, where one of the arms joined the cross at the kitchen.

“Lead on” I ordered, helping my slave to her feet. I nodded as one of the others had her rinse her mouth out before taking a long drink of water.

The ‘Clinic’ they lead me to was a well set up little facility in the back corner of the complex, almost a mini-hospital, with several treatment rooms as well as a couple of small ‘recovery’ type wards.

The thickness of the doors on the ‘treatment’ rooms should have been my first clue, but it wasn’t until I saw a slave - well, a presumed slave - strapped to the table in the last room, with what looked like a dozen surgical clamps attached to her breasts that I realised that this was as much of a torture facility as the courtyard or the dungeon I’d looked into.

Some of it may have been psychological, but by the time we reached the sluice area, my hand - my dominant left hand, of course - was beginning to sting quite badly.  I didn’t want to think about how the slave’s mouth and throat felt.

I very quickly had the paste washed off, and a cooling anesthetic (and antiseptic?) gel smeared over it.  When it was offered, I accepted a thin gauze glove as well.

Looking at my victim, I watched as she was made to rinse her mouth some more and then gargle a sharp smelling liquid.

“You’re both medics?” I asked as her attendant shone the expected device down her throat, looking for damage.

The one who treated me snorted.  “I’m an MD, and Kate’s a registered nurse, or she was.”

“Ah.  This place would keep you fairy busy, then.”  Another snort.

“How is she?” I went on as she didn’t offer any more information.

“Tongue and lips are the worst,” the other one - Kate - answered, “But then you’d expect that.  Throat’s inflamed, but I don’t think it’s too bad.  I doubt she swallowed very much.”

“Good.” I knelt next to my victim and took her hands.

“I’m sorry I did this to you,” I told her, very much to her surprise, I imagine.  “I didn’t mean to, but that’s my fault for leaping before I knew what I was putting my hand into.”  She nodded when I finished. “Is there anything I can do?”

“She’ll get points for this,” the MD said.  “Not many, because there wasn’t all that much damage, but I don’t think we’ve ever had anyone eat the paste before.  And her obedience was perfect, too.”

I pulled a card from my shirt pocket and handed it to her.  “If there’s ever anything, give me a call.”

***

Jesus, I thought as I wandered back out to the courtyard.  I’d thought that I was riding the rough edge of my personality when I beat on my Debbie, but half the things I’d seen here were giving my ideas.  I amble past some of the displays that had been set up while the queue basted poor Earnie.

Most of it was low key stuff - girls in whipping posts, or getting fucked in pillories, that sort of thing.  But there were a couple that stood out.  They were winding up before the main event, so I couldn’t watch them for too long.

One was a ‘human dartboard’:  A slave was strapped to a wheel like an old knife thrower’s assistant and the wheel was spun while the ‘players’ threw oversized darts.  When the board spun to a stop, I was surprised to see the slave wearing a hard plastic mask over her fast and throat.  I would have expected her to have to take her chances with getting a dart in the eye, but it soon occurred to me that it was Cov and Hun who weren’t taking any chances:  It wouldn’t do to have some mere slave upstage their show by dying by accident.

That explained some of the urgency of the two medics, as well, I supposed.

The other interesting exhibit was more complicated.  This time the slave was suspended by her feet from a gantry that extended out from the rooftree.  With her hair just sweeping the ground, the swing arm must have been something like twenty feet.  That part of it alone, I could see possibilities for - thank you Foucault - but it didn’t stop there:  on each swing, she swung between two large metal domes.  As she did so, fat, juicy sparks leapt out from the Van der Graff generators.

She must have been well gagged, or very well trained, because I didn’t hear anything over the Hummm-Zap! of the generators.

Like the dartboard, though, this one was also coming to an end.  The swinger was slowed till she hung still, directly between the domes!  The discharge rate went up dramatically until they were turned off.  She was left hanging, but the machines were quieted so as not to distract from the main event.

While I’d been away, Ernestine had been moved from her upright frame to the ‘kneeling supplicant’ restraints of a Jessica 3000, her neck and spine held rigidly in place, her arms stretched out in front of her.

I worked my way to the front of the onlookers, up by her head, almost despite myself.  I was damned sure I wasn’t going to enjoy this anywhere near as much as I’d thought I would.

There was absolutely no expression in Earnestine’s eyes as the tip of the shaft, the spit, was seated in her anus, and I wondered if I had hurt her more than I’d helped when I’d brought her back - if I’d brought her back - earlier.  If she’d found some place inside herself, I’d probably not done her a favour.

Still, I was hardly the demon of this piece.  The spit may have been ready, but Cov & Hun weren’t ready to let their Earnie go quite yet. They stepped up to where her hands were splayed against the metal frame of the Jessica and rapped the machine hard with bulb-headed metal rods.

Earnie blinked at the sudden noise, but that was it:  she didn’t track her tormenters the way I’d seen her do the night before, or even as recently as her whipping.  From the look of it, if they wanted a live spit roast, they’d better get on with it.

I was wrong.  Earnestine focused and started tracking again the instant Hun brought her baton down to smash one of her fingers.  Then it was Cov’s turn, and they alternated until her hands must have been shattered.

I could understand why they did it - it was like Winters had said earlier, there was no point tormenting someone who wasn’t aware of it - but there was something beyond callous in the way they did it.

Finally, they were done, and with a flourish, Cov pressed the button that started the machine.  Earnie didn’t react much for the first several inches, but I wasn’t surprised given they way she’d been reamed out the night before, starting with myself and graduating up to Cov’s fist. God only knew what they’d got up to after Tia and I left.

I could tell when it hit the first serious resistance by the way her eyes widened and the slight pause in the shaft before the sharpened point pushed through whatever membrane or intestinal wall it had hung up on and continued its remorseless inch-per-second progress.

Her breathing changed as it punctured her diaphragm, and then she spasmed - despite the rigid restraint - as the spit forced its way into her esophagus.

I watched her throat bulge at the end, just before it appeared between her teeth.

The shaft continued to come out until a full yard had passed completely through her before stopping.  Earnestine’s ragged heartbeat thumped out over the PA system as the MD slave I’d spoken with earlier held a microphone to her chest before bowing deeply to Cov and Hun and announcing solemnly “She is alive, Mistresses.”

The two Hosts grinned hugely as the whole compound burst into applause.  Bowing themselves, they reached forward and pressed the next button on the Jessica, causing the gutting blades to sweep out and disembowel their slave - their meal, now - in a gout of blood.

They walked hand in hand the length of the machine until they reached the offal tray at the end.  Hun reached in and picked up something - I figured that it was probably the liver - and cut a long slice.  She seared it quickly on a prepared hotplate and offered one end to Cov.  Taking the other end between her own teeth, they embraced and nibbled down the virtually raw slice of meat.

I could barely hold down my gorge as they met in the middle and sank into a deep soul-kiss to renewed applause and a couple of cat calls.

That was it, for me, I had had enough.  ‘Friend of Jamis’ I might have called myself, but at least Paul Atreides never had to watch the deathstill in action.

Earnestine Royal had expired, at last.  I reached out and closed her eyes, only to look up into the smirk on the face of Claire Winters.

“Staying for Dinner?” she asked.

(Carrying on from ‘The Whipping‘, Earnestine’s Owners have a message to pass on)

Cov and Hun: Faded Lotus Events (Fade Out Films Transcripts)

Eleanor:  Fade Out Films is producing ‘Earnestine’s Last Supper’ here at Faded Lotus Dolcett Village in Stepford.  This is a DVD bonus section, an interview with Mistress Covington.  I’m Eleanor, your host and a GVVN person of limited rights.  Mistress Covington has a statement for the Wheaton Heights ladies.

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Cov: (blows cigarette smoke in Eleanor’s face—Eleanor coughs) They are bitches—snooty, bitchy, whiney, cunts that never worked hard in their worthless lives.  (Cov puffs on her clove cigarette and drops it on the ground, lights another).  This is how to make dinner, bitching cunts.  Start with one stupid snooty socialite.  Broaden her horizons—and as the man says, other orifices.  Beat well.  Run her until she collapses.  It doesn’t take much.  Earnie baby was so lazy that shopping was hard for her.  Next, we whip the shit out of her.  We fix her to the grill and spice her up.  The moment of truth is when we let Earnie in on the joke.  She’s the joke!

Eleanor: I see that you have her trussed up already.

Cov: Now Hun is going to inject the special flavoring into Earnie’s brain.  It will make her feel every little thing magnified a thousand times.  She has only a few hours to live—and she will be very grateful when the pain stops.  Taking away her oxygen won’t kill her.  The stuff breaks down at 140 degrees so it is safe to eat her brains.  We will.  This DVD is to put all those spoiled rich bitches of Wheaton Heights on notice. (takes a last drag on her clove cigarette and drops it on the ground) Earnie was a Royal pain in our ass from Day One.  When Hun and I worked at the Bargain Hunter Supermarket, her complaints got us fired.  Every day she showed up was a day the manager got a complaint about me or Hun or both of us.  We were rude to her, she said.  We reeked of tobacco smoke. (lights up another clove cigarette, puffs on it) Finally, after being put on probation without pay for a week, we were told to never return.

Hun: Yes, Earnie is ready now.  It’s payback for the restaurant when Earnie dumped that soup all over me. (dumps a bowl of red paste on Earnestine and spreads it around with her gloved hand) This would really burn if I didn’t have gloves.  See?  Earnie here is trying to get away from the burn.  The flavor enhancer is working its magic.  Earnie can’t make a squeak anymore.  She’s dead.  She is just stuck in her body for our amusement until the flavor enhancer burns out of her system over the coals.  About that restaurant—there was a little waviness in her wine glass.  Earnie bitched so much about that little blemish that we didn’t get any tips from either table that night.  We got fired again because Miss Perfect here said that we had put pubic hair in her food.

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Cov: Rich Bitch kept showing up wherever we worked and caused us trouble.  We lost a pet grooming business we started because she and her friends boycotted us.  We finally had to leave for our current location, Fort Jones, Arkansas, because we kept getting harassed by Earnie and her brunch bunch.  I bet she regretted that.  We were out of state when WSA 2000 was passed or Earnie might have gotten us enslaved.  Her bad!  We left our problems behind and started a dude ranch.

Hun: Yeah.  (Finished with Earnestine Royal, removes gloves) When we saw Governor Rush roast his daughters, it was Hello!  Why not start a live roast dude ranch?  We knew food.  I was a butcher in the Bargain Hunter Meat Department.  Cov knew the spices.  Cov, may I have a cigarette?

Cov: Sure, Hun. (lights two and passes one to Hun).  Don’t forget Earnie’s anti-smoking crusade.  She got us tossed out of our trailer court for smoking too much!

Hun: As if she would know.  (long drag and exhales) She and the other Wheaton Heights bitches never knew.  We are going to be buying other Wheaton Heights bitches and even roasting them in their own homes.  Isn’t that right, George?  You bought three of them and you want to be part of this scene.

Cov: That bitch Bethany is forted up in that Eastlake University Castleman thing—but she won’t be there forever.  We’re waiting.  Sharon is on our list, so is Alex.  And don’t think your spoiled brats are safe, either!  Tiffany had better watch her back.  She could be sent out on a fake slave pick-up and wind up here.  We have been bugging Ben about what a slut his daughter has been!  It doesn’t matter if Tiffy slut is really a good girl or not—what matters is that lovey dovey daddy loses it and slaves Tiffy bitch so that we can roast her too.

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Hun: The only thing is that we regret is that Earnie cunt won’t see that.  We have an option to buy Sandra next.  There is supposed to be a two-girl roast in Wheaton Heights next week.

Cov: Anyway, Faded Lotus Dolcett Village is the premier dining experience in Stepford, just 90 minutes away from lovely Wheaton Heights.  Look us up on the World Wide Web. (finishes her cigarette in a long drag)  Look out, rich bitches!  We will have our vengeance.

Eleanor: Whew! (Fans herself) Mistress Covington!  That was quite the message!

Cov: What do you mean by that?

Eleanor: You made it clear that you have been wronged, Mistress Covington.  You have put the ladies of Wheaton Heights on notice.  At least the free women of Wheaton Heights.  They will never know if they are going to lunch or going to be lunch.

Cov: That’s right!

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In the morning, George Johnson rose and went into the bathroom, leaving Delia and Elizabeth on the bed. Delia wasn’t restrained, but Elizabeth remained tethered by a chain to her collar. Elizabeth asked, “Why am I chained when you aren’t?”

Delia responded, “Because that’s the way your owner wants it. They usually keep new slaves restrained more than slaves that have been here for a while. I was restrained a lot when I was new here.”

Elizabeth seemed to accept this explanation. “Well, at least he didn’t wake us up for sex.”

Delia laughed. “Either you were exhausted, or you can sleep through anything. He mounted me about 2 AM and gave me a good, solid fucking, which I enjoyed.”

Shortly after that, he came back into the room and told Delia, “Let her loose. You two do what you need in the bathroom. The three of us will shower together in five minutes.”

As he said, they were all in the large shower in five minutes. The water was pleasantly warm, and Elizabeth was feeling a little less put-upon, until he took two pairs of stainless steel handcuffs from a hook on the wall of the shower and said, “Here, Delia, put a pair of these on Elizabeth, then cuff yourself. In front.”

Elizabeth found that Delia was quite accomplished at cuffing girls. She was almost immediately bound, as was Delia. Delia was smiling, and Elizabeth couldn’t figure out why. He interrupted her thoughts by saying, “OK, girls, wash me.”

She had resented being called ‘girl’ for years, but she decided that making a scene about it was unwise. She took some soap and started rubbing it over his body, while Delia washed his short-cropped hair. The two of them washed him starting near the top and working their way down. Delia took extreme care to wash his pubic region thoroughly, rinsing it several times, then giving it a final once-over with her mouth. When they were done washing his feet, he said, “Wash each other.” Elizabeth washed Delia’s hair, and Delia washed Elizabeth’s hair, then they both washed each other’s bodies. Elizabeth didn’t spend any extra time on Delia’s breasts or pudenda, but Delia spent a lot of time on Elizabeth’s. Elizabeth was gasping in pleasure when Delia finished. Mr. Johnson grinned; Delia noticed his erection. “Delia, you need more washing. Elizabeth, wash Delia’s breasts and pussy the way she washed yours.” Elizabeth did so, obviously giving Delia pleasure. Mr. Johnson’s erection was even stiffer when she was finished. He reached up and brought down a chain with a snap hook on the end. Elizabeth hadn’t noticed it before, but she noticed several of them up there now, along with several rings on the walls, apparently to attach slaves to. He snapped the chain onto Elizabeth’s cuffs, then put her against the wall and pulled on the other end of the chain, forcing Elizabeth’s arms above her head. The chain seemed to be on a ratchet device; when he let go, it didn’t loosen up. He grabbed Elizabeth by the hips and raised her so her pussy was at the right height, the told Delia, “Pull the chain.” Delia did so, taking out the slack. He let go of Elizabeth, letting her hang from her handcuffs, and turned to Delia. “Put a condom on me.” She put on the condom. He asked her, “What’s wrong with you and that pout?”

“You are going to fuck her rather than me.”

“It’s not the most comfortable way to get fucked.”

“No, but it is being fucked.”

“I’ll be sure to get you fucked again soon, Delia.” That seemed to make her happier.

He turned back to Elizabeth, grabbed her hips, and told Delia, “Guide me in.” Delia deftly aimed his cock at its target, and he buried himself within the pussy, then started slamming away, making a loud slapping sound at each impact. Elizabeth was not comfortable, but still found the sex exciting. She wondered why; she hadn’t been all that excited about sex with her husband in years. She decided to think about that later and tried to respond to his hammering. The only way she could was by trying to squeeze his cock with her vagina. She couldn’t tell whether he could feel it. Soon, too soon for her, he climaxed and stood still in the shower, still embedded within her. He soon caught his breath and pulled out, leaving her hanging by the handcuffs again. At least, she thought, he had let her down easy so that her wrists didn’t absorb the impact of her weight stopping. He reached up to some mechanism that she couldn’t see and unlocked the ratchet, letting her slide to the floor. He removed the snap hook from the handcuffs, then turned to Delia. “Take off the condom and clean me.” Delia immediately dropped to her knees and pulled off the condom, then used her mouth to clean off the remnants of the sex. She rinsed him with water after that.

“Very good, ladies. Get me dried off and then you two can dry each other.”

Shortly after that, he was out of the bathroom getting dressed. The two slaves dried each other, taking longer than usual because of the handcuffs. They came out of the bathroom and stood in front of Mr. Johnson as he was finishing dressing.

“You are looking good, ladies. Here, Delia, let me help you.” He unlocked Delia’s handcuffs. “Be sure to put those special handcuffs back in the shower. Get her cuffed and leashed and then go on to breakfast. Check in with Joan for your assignments.” He drew Elizabeth to him and rubbed her pussy with his hand. “You did very well last night, Elizabeth. I enjoyed the encounter, and the one we had this morning. I could also tell that you were upset with some parts, but kept still about it. You may settle in faster than I thought to slavery and working here. You got good reviews yesterday and made quite a bit of money for the bar. Keep it up.” He kissed Delia on the cheek and said, “As always, Delia, it was a delight to be with you.” He left the room, and Delia got her handcuff key from the table by the door to replace Elizabeth’s in-front handcuffs with the regular ones behind her back.

During this transition, Elizabeth said, “You would have liked to take my place in the shower, hanging from handcuffs?”

“For another fuck, sure. I would have wrapped my legs around him to pull him into me.”

“I would think you would get enough of sex, sucking cocks all of the time.”

“No, I don’t. Sucking them only makes me want them in my pussy more. It’s funny, but it’s true. The slaves in this bar are the horniest bunch I’ve ever been around. We suck, we play with each other, but most of us crave being fucked. I can’t explain it. I’d willingly go on an ass-pipe to get fucked.”

“An ass-pipe? What’s that?”

“The slave stands with her feet spread apart and strapped down. They shove a big dildo in her rear and force it in deep, then put a pipe between the dildo and the floor, usually pushing her up. After an hour or so, the man comes in and fucks her standing up. Her hands are usually bound above her head for all of this. The waiting time is what makes it painful, I’ve been told.”

“Someone here has been on that?”

“A slave he bought from another bar. No matter what you think about being a slave here, it’s better than almost any of the other suck bars. Even our black-collar slaves live better than suck slaves at other bars. Slave brothels are even worse for most slaves in them. That reminds me — Mr. Johnson is going to expand the bar and start a fuck business. If there is a market for attractive older women doing sucks, there is probably a market for attractive older women doing fucks. You may be in line for that. I expect that his fuck slaves would do better than other fuck slaves.” After imparting that wisdom, Delia led Elizabeth to the chow hall by her leash. Elizabeth was chewing on what she had heard about it being better here than other places slaves, then started thinking about how much she hated being led around on a leash.

“Will I always be on a leash?”

“Probably not. I was for a while after my arrival, but I behaved myself and did what I was told, and soon enough I was uncuffed and off leash most of the time, except when I was sucking. I hadn’t been a slave long before I came here, so it was an introduction to slavery as well as an introduction to being a suck slave in a bar. It will be the same for you. I’m sure that if you behave and suck well, they will ease up in a few weeks. I know that if you don’t behave or don’t suck well, you will be punished, and the punishments are real punishments that hurt and degrade you. You don’t want them.”

“Worse than that shock dildo on the suck trainer?”

“Far worse.”

“I’ll try to be good, then.”

Delia again left Elizabeth attached to a floor chain while she got them food, then gave Elizabeth one hand free to eat with. Elizabeth saw another slave handcuffed behind her back being fed a meager breakfast by another black-collar slave. “What’s up with that?”
Delia looked over at the scene and said, “I don’t know. She probably broke a rule and is being cuffed all of the time for a while. One black-collar tried to get away once, and I saw her being fed like that, and then I saw her whipped.” Delia didn’t go into how she herself had been whipped just after that as part of her introduction to slavery. Elizabeth just shuddered. After breakfast, Delia cuffed Elizabeth again and took her to the nearly-abandoned white-collar waiting area and locked her leash to a chair. “Sit here while I find out what to do with you.”

Delia walked into the office. She realized that just a few weeks before, she would not have been able to come here. As limited as her freedom was now, it was better than it was before. Several green collar slaves that ran black-collar security had seen her and didn’t interfere with her walking through the bar. She saw Joan and said, “Mr. Johnson told me to find you and get my assignment and Elizabeth’s assignment for the day.”

Joan looked up and smiled at Delia. “Have a seat. I’d like to talk with you.” Delia sat, thinking that Joan looked relaxed and happy. “Have you read the green-collar book and the floor operations guide?”

“Yes. Louise lent them to me and I read them each several times. I’ve also read the waitress guide and the red-collar guide.”
Joan grinned. “Horrors! The top-secret red-collar guide in the hands of a white-collar! Call the FBI!”

Delia and Joan both laughed. “I’m a secret agent from another bar, trying to get the secret of the perfect suck.”

Joan laughed even harder. “There’s no secret there. One man’s perfect suck is another man’s waste of time. We just play the percentages. The reason I asked is that we have a shortage of leadership and brainpower around here, and you are progressing nicely. You were in college, in business courses, and you have adapted well to life and work here. Your leading worked out well.”
“That’s just hauling suckers out and bringing them back, with a little data entry.”

Joan looked serious. “Not really. The leader is almost as important in the process as the sucker. She sets the respectful mood, provides a female body for the customer to look at while being sucked, since the sucker is mostly out of sight, and thanks the patron for his business. Most suck bars don’t use leaders; they just send suckers out on the floor for waitresses to guide to customers. That neglects both the serving of drinks and the delivery of sucks. Believe it or not, sucks are not the big profit center of the bar. Alcohol is the profit center. Sucking is used to bring people in. Sucks do provide revenue, and good revenue, but the biggest benefit to the bar of offering sucks is to sell more alcohol.”

Delia mulled that over while Joan consulted some papers. “I want you to continue working like a green collar today, leading suckers. I would also like you to talk to green-collars and waitresses to understand the jobs they do, as an extension of your education. Where is Elizabeth?”

“She’s fastened to a chair in the white-collar waiting area.”

“Good. How did she please Mr. Johnson? For that matter, how did you please Mr. Johnson?”

“He didn’t have any complaints about either of us. He seemed really happy with Elizabeth, and he liked his one episode with me.”

“Jealous, are we?”

“Yes. He told me he’d get me fucked soon.”

Joan grinned. “I’ll help on that one. Do you remember me giving you Neil’s phone numbers?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“When I took them from him, I told him there would be a price. He came in last evening, and since you were busy, I had him pay me. Boy, did he pay me. I’ll arrange for you to have the Fuck Room or the Service Room when he is available.”

Delia didn’t know whether to be happy about getting access to Neil, or angry about him fucking Joan. Joan knew it. “Don’t get upset about it. I shared my boyfriend with you when I went off with Mr. Johnson. You were with Mr. Johnson, I was horny, and he was horny. You like Jim fucking you. I proposed that Neil and you join Jim and me as a couple and that the men could share slaves. I know that Jim wouldn’t mind. I figure that after you have had Neil for a while, you won’t mind either. He is a really good fuck.”
Delia finally grinned. “He really is a good fuck. So is Jim. I’ll go along with your plan, as if I really have any choice in the matter.”
Joan looked at Delia with a serious expression. “You are a valuable slave here. If you were unalterably opposed to it, I would have to take your objections seriously. It would be likely that Neil would refuse if you didn’t want to. It is an important part of slave management to realize when pushing too hard is the wrong thing to do.”

Delia was taken aback. “Yes, Joan.”

“Did you have any other questions or problems?”

“What should I do with Elizabeth?”

“If she has had breakfast, take her to the white-collar dorm and get her a bunk. She can stay there until mid-afternoon, when we’ll put her back on suck duty. The dorm supervisor will see to her needs, and Elizabeth can see to the supervisor’s needs.” They both smiled, knowing that the dorm supervisor’s needs always involved a female tongue.

“I also thought about the RFID implants. I heard about it when that black collar was whipped before me. Elizabeth isn’t covered by the slave-detection system, even if it only covers a few doors.”

Joan smiled. “Good thinking, both in asset protection and in the limits of that asset protection. We’ve put the sensors in a few more places since then. We will catch almost all runaways now. Not you, of course, seeing as you don’t have the RFID implant, but almost all. I’ll take care of Elizabeth later today.”

“Why didn’t you shoot one of those things into my butt?”

“You aren’t our property, and you weren’t considered likely to try to escape. If you ran off, you were your father’s problem, and he could deal with whipping you. You didn’t run, and you’ve been a good girl. So far. I need to have you lick me more.”

“Well, the bar doesn’t open for a few hours. Your room or mine?”

Joan replied, “My room.” She rose and headed for the door. “Meet me there after you deliver Elizabeth to the white-collar dorm.”

“Will you cuff me?”

“Do you need to be cuffed?”

“Not really.”

“Then probably not.”

Delia got Elizabeth and led her to the white-collar dorm. “This will be your living area. The bathroom and showers are over there,” she said, gesturing, “and the sleeping rooms are over there. This is the common room, where we have a television, books, magazines, newspapers, cards, and games. White-collar slaves that are in good status can use this room when they are off duty. We’ll show you the workout room later. All slaves are required to work out and maintain a sexually appealing appearance. The room I’m taking you to is the dorm supervisor’s office. She is in charge. She will assign you a sleeping room, where you will have a small storage area for belongings. During your off-duty time, you may converse with or play games with other white collar slaves. Feel free to engage in sexual behavior with them, as long as it is consensual on both sides. No white-collar slave can require you to engage in sex or other activities without authorization from an authorized slave. All green-collar, yellow-collar, and red-collar slaves can make you do just about anything, as of course Mr. Johnson can. The dorm supervisor is well known for requiring white-collar slaves to perform for her sexually. I expect that you will be doing so today before you go on duty.” Delia walked into the office, where she found a green-collar slave sitting in a chair with a white-collar slave performing oral sex on her. “Hi, Laura. I hate to interrupt, but I have a new slave for you.”

“You’re not interrupting. She can go right on with what she is doing while we talk. Who is the new one?”

“Laura, this is Elizabeth. We just got her yesterday. She’s been doing good work sucking. She is to remain cuffed or otherwise restrained until further instructions from Joan.”

“Just like you were. Where was she last night?”

“In the Fuck Room, with me, being used by Mr. Johnson.”

“I’d like to get some of that.”

“That’s not my department. Joan sent me to turn her over to you and have you deal with her until she goes on duty later in the afternoon. She needs a bed assignment, and, of course, lunch. She’s bathed already today. I think that Louise may get her to put her on the suck trainer sometime. And I heard that Mr. Johnson was going to have a different job for her this evening, but I don’t know when.”

“Okay. I’ll deal with her. They probably have a schedule set up on the computer and I’ll find it, or call Joan.” She looked at Elizabeth. “Sit in that chair and wait until I talk to you again. Delia, snap her leash into the hold-down.” After giving those instructions, Laura leaned back in the chair, closed her eyes, and gave all of her attention to the oral sex she was receiving.
Delia left Elizabeth to watch. Elizabeth was sexually aroused by the scene. Both Laura and the slave licking her were attractive women, and the caliber of the oral sex was quite high. Elizabeth found herself getting wet, but figured that she was unlikely to get any licking, and much more likely to be compelled to provide it. It didn’t bother her.

Finally Laura shook, then dismissed the slave. “Go to the gym and work out. You aren’t scheduled to suck until 7PM.”

She looked over at Elizabeth and said, “I’ll get you a bunk. We’ll set it up with a leg chain for now. Your roommates will be in charge of locking you down for the night. Do you have any belongings?”

“The only things that came with me were tennis shoes.”

Laura looked at a shelf at the rear to the room and said, “Those shoes?” She pointed at a pair of shoes on the shelf.

“Yes.”

“We’ll put them on your shelf in your room later. Most white collars that come in have more stuff than that.”

Elizabeth thought, my husband is probably throwing out all my stuff. What she didn’t know is that most of her stuff was either stored in the basement of her old home or sitting in boxes in the dock area of the bar. Joan didn’t feel the need to let her know about it until she was settled in.

Laura continued, as she stood and walked over to release Elizabeth’s leash from the hold-down, “Anyway, you have something else to do now.” She towed Elizabeth over to her chair and sat with her legs wide apart. “Get started.” Elizabeth knelt and started the licking without asking any questions.

Delia walked up to Joan’s room and stuck her head inside. “Hello, boss. Ready for me?”

“Yes. Come in, shut the door, and get started. I decided against handcuffs for you, by the way, as long as you please me.”

Delia smiled and got between Joan’s legs on the bed. This had turned into a ritual for them. Joan appreciated Delia’s style, and Delia didn’t mind doing it. She thought Joan was beautiful and she liked pleasing her. Delia also realized that making Joan happy was in her own best interest. It was a leisurely episode. Delia took half an hour to bring Joan off.

When it was over, Joan stretched and said, “When are you scheduled to be on suck duty?”

“This evening at 6.”

“You can get clothes on and leave the bar until 5, if you like. Go visit Neil and give him a nice present at lunch. You know where he works, right?”

“Yes, I do. Thank you.”

“If you don’t have any other place to go, bring him back here and use your room.”

“Wherever I have to go.” They both laughed, and Delia high-tailed it out of there to go to her room.

Half an hour later, she walked into an office and asked the receptionist to speak with Neil. Delia suspected the receptionist was a slave, but wasn’t sure why she suspected it. The receptionist directed her down a corridor, where she found a cubicle with Neil’s name on the wall. She poked her head in and found him staring at a spreadsheet displayed on a computer monitor. “Hi, honey,” she said.
Neil turned to see her and smiled broadly. “Hi yourself.” He stood and embraced her and kissed her. She melted into it. When it was over, he asked, “How long are you out?”

“Until 5.”

“I can take off now for a long lunch, but I have to be back here. It’s a shame I can’t be with you the whole time you are out. How did you manage to get out?”

“Joan liked what I did with her this morning, and I know she liked what you did with her last night.”

He looked sheepish, and she hugged him and said, “It’s OK. I got a good one last night, too. How many did you get?”

“Three.”

She looked at him and said, “Will you be able to pull a fourth one out of a hat?”

“Yes, but I won’t walk for a week afterward. Come with me.”

They walked out of the office building. He took a brisk pace down the sidewalk, away from Sucker’s. She asked, “If you like, Joan said we could use my room at the bar.”

“No need.”

“What? You want to do it outside in the park?” They were across the street from a nice downtown park that had no place for discreet trysts.

“No, unless that turns you on. This is my apartment building.” He opened the door and escorted her inside and up two flights of stairs, then into a nice apartment with a view of the park.

She asked, “No elevator?”

“There is one, but it is very slow, and I wanted to be in here with you, not inside a creaking metal box.”

“You really want to be inside some other box, don’t you?”

“Yes!”

“Then drag me off to a bed, get my clothes off, and get cracking.”

He led her to a room down a corridor from the living room, opened the door, and bowed for her to enter. He closed the door, then stripped off his clothes as fast as he could.

She wasn’t far behind him. When she was naked, he threw her on the bed and jumped on top of her. After an intense round of kissing and groping, she managed to gasp out, “Condom, please.”

He dragged his body over to the side of the bed and grabbed a box of condoms, ripped one out, and handed it to her. She sat up, unwrapped it, and started to put it on him. He gasped out, “Maybe we should ignore these things and take a pregnancy as a freedom call for you from that bar.”

She had the condom all the way down on his cock. She gasped out, while pulling on his engorged cock to get it to her portal, “Would you accept the slave woman’s child?”

“As my dearest child, yes. To have you with me and to have a child would be great.”

She pulled him to her nether lips and guided him in. “Brave words from someone with no obligation.”

He stopped, cold, and pulled out of her.

“If that’s the way you feel about me, forget it.”

She was shocked. He was inserted into her, then pulled out over a disagreement?

“Please, Neil, please… I need you. I know you would accept a child. I’m still hurting over my previous .. male encounter. Please get back inside me! I need to be with you!”

He looked down at her, then kissed her, hard. She responded. He finally broke off the kiss and said, “Yes, I would accept a child. It seems that you aren’t ready for one, though. That’s OK. We need to establish our relationship further, it appears, and this is one way to help it along.” He pushed his penis against her, and somehow managed to aim it perfectly. He drove down into her in and slapped his torso against hers hard. She gasped, then grabbed him with her arms to keep him close, and wrapped her legs around him. She wasn’t going to let him out this time.

As she expected, the previous night had taken a lot out of him, but he rose to the occasion. It took a long time, and several orgasms for her, but he managed his own orgasm. It was a rather sweaty pair that made a nude trip to the kitchen to warm up leftovers for lunch. As they ate, she asked, “When do you have to be back?”

“I need to be there in 45 minutes. You can stay here as long as you like. When the meeting is over, I’ll rush back here, probably at about 4. Unless you want to go shopping or just look at the world outside the bar, stay here and take a long bath or something.”
She said, “I think I’ll take you up on the bath.” She hesitated, then continued, “I was afraid I was losing you when you stopped in there.”

“It irritated me when you dismissed my statement. I was going to stop the sex and have a discussion, but you mentioned your previous man problems and I realized that experience probably made it hard for you to take important statements as true. That, and those puppy-dog eyes you made, convinced me to go ahead. I’m glad I did.”

“Thank you. We suck a lot of cocks in that bar, and lick each other’s pussies, but most of us don’t get any cock where we want it. On top of that, it was you, who treated me well and wants me. It made me feel bad.”

“Well, don’t worry about it. Eat up; that place keeps you too skinny.”

“I like my figure, thank you very much. I limit my eating and work out a lot. Why do you say I’m too skinny?”

“Well, usually when a man says a woman is too skinny, he’s complimenting her on looking good.” Neil was furiously backpedalling.

She smiled. “Got ya. Thanks for noticing. I will eat up; the food isn’t bad at the bar, but it doesn’t vary much, and these leftovers are a great break.”

When they were done eating, Neil went to dress, and Delia followed him. He finished, gave her a long kiss and groped her breasts, and said, “I’ll be back around 4. There are some bath things in the bathroom closet that you might like, a present for a girl that I ended up not giving her. I hope it’s still good. Damn, I hate needing to go to that meeting.”

“Go. You need to have a good job to support me in the way I hope to become accustomed to.”

They kissed again, and he left. She locked the deadbolt behind him, then went in search of that bath.

George Johnson called his house slave, Penelope. “Hi. I’m bringing someone from the bar to help you serve dinner tonight.”

“Yes, sir.”

“She will be nude and wearing a helmet that covers everything but her eyes. I don’t want our guests figuring out who she is, at least not right away. You might recognize her, too.”

“Who is she, master?”

He didn’t require her to call him ‘master’, but it gave him a kick when she did it, and she knew it. “I won’t tell you. We’ll see how good the hood is at hiding her identity. You’ll be interacting with her, so you have a better chance. The guests may wonder why she’s hooded, but won’t have the clue I gave you. After dinner, we will withdraw as usual, and you and your assistant can eat and clean up, and you can have her for the night. Chain her when you might fall asleep; I’m not sure she won’t try to take off.”

“Yes, master. Who will be your swap slave?”

“You haven’t met her. She’s a waitress named Allison.”

“Oh, I have met her. She was the waitress for several of the sucks I did at the bar for your experiment. She’s gorgeous.”

“That she is. Billy will enjoy her, as I will enjoy Pamela.”

After he hung up, he saw Joan walk into the office. He called out to her. “Joan, come on in and sit down. We need to go over the latest financials.”

She walked in and sat. He noticed the smile on her face and the air of relaxation, and said, “You got yourself some, didn’t you?”

“Just a female tongue. After she was done, I let Delia out for the afternoon. Elizabeth is scheduled to suck from two to four, when you said you wanted to go home. Allison will be dressed then, and I told her that she can be in charge of getting the helmet on Elizabeth.”

“When should we tell Delia about her promotion?”

“I’m not sure. We can always use another good green-collar. The way you promoted Louise was fun, but it scared her half to death.”

“Yes, promotions should be fun. They are a reward. Well, think of something. Maybe her boyfriend could come in and announce it.”

“And screw her in front of the assembled slaves.”

“I wouldn’t go that far.”

“Or you could.”

“That might be fun, but it might not be a reward as far as she is concerned.”

“Delia? Once she got over the nudity, she has shown herself to be brazen. If it involves being fucked, she’ll be first in line to volunteer.”

“Well, think something up that she will enjoy and that won’t make her father or boyfriend mad.”

“OK. On other topics, how long are you going to sit on your new, high-priced acquisitions before starting to make money with them?”
“How is Doris coming along?”

“She has calmed down a lot, but she hasn’t turned the corner into being a proper slave. Continual punishment and discomfort are taking a lot of time to get there. I don’t have the time to deal with her as much as she needs. I think we need outside help on this one.”

“All right, you choose someone and get things going. How is Cherise?”

“We could have started using her as a sucker the first day she was here. She has been working with Louise and set up classes where they work with small numbers of suckers. The first class was better white-collars, and their satisfaction ratings went up. Then they tried it on the lowest-rated white collars, and now most of them are almost as good as the first group. They finished up the white-collars, then went on to black collars. They started with two classes of the best suckers and produced some amazing results. They are continuing to work with the black collar groups and we hope to have all of them through Suck School in the next couple of weeks. Customers are already noticing that sucks are better, and my biggest worry is that someone will get a few good suckers, then someone who hasn’t been through the class yet.”

“That’s a problem, but it’s a problem I like having, instead of unsatisfied customers. So, should we start her sucking without Doris?”

“Once people find out she’s here, we will be getting bugged about Doris. I suggest we just say ‘no comment.’ The only question is whether we advertise or just let word-of-mouth ramp up first.”

“Let’s try word-of-mouth. When the press gets it, we will get plenty of free advertising for a couple of days, and then we can put it in some ads. We do need to get Doris on board soon.”

“OK, tonight, Cherise starts to suck.”

“No, wait until tomorrow. I’m out tonight, and I want to be here to watch the first night.”

“What about sex school teaching?”

“Not until our suckers are all trained. Let’s be careful who we let them teach, too; no other suck bars near here.”

“OK, boss. On the financials, you will see that sales are up. All categories are up: bar, sucks, food, punishment, rental. We are up when almost everything else, including the other suck bars in town, is down. We must be doing something right. Informal polling of customers tells us that they like the service, the drinks, the atmosphere, the women. Our customers like that the women smile and are upbeat, as opposed to most other suck bars where they are bedraggled and sullen. Maybe some people are drawn to darker atmospheres, but we are picking up those with lighter hearts and thicker wallets.”

The financial dissection that followed could have been bottled and used as a sleep aid.

After breakfast, Shadow assigned projects or duties to those slaves that didn’t have any, and told the others to be about whatever had been previously assigned.  Veronica asked if she could also have Brenda assigned to her for the day, in addition to Monica, Gina and Nancy.  She asked that because Monica always got the afternoon off to practice her piano lessons and Veronica wanted to get a lot done quickly.  To accomplish all she wished to accomplish, she needed those extra hands.  Her request was granted and the ‘gardening club’ happily went outside to begin their work.

Later that afternoon, KD and Rita decided to split up. Rita wanted to continue with her shopping excursion to replace some (most) of the furniture in their house, but KD wanted to return home to make a few changes in the floor plan design. Accompanying Rita would be a waste of time in her estimation, so they agreed to separate, allowing KD to head for home.  When she got there, she was astounded to hear the stereo playing.  Shadow had never forbidden the slaves to play it, but till now, none had ever done so without him being present.  It was another piano recording, one she had never heard Shadow play before.  KD didn’t pay particularly close attention as this style music wasn’t her first choice to listen to, but when she heard a sour note followed by silence, her ears perked up.  She instantly realized it wasn’t the stereo playing, but had to be Monica playing the piano that had been in the Victorian when they moved in.

Until now, Monica didn’t have access to a real piano when she was practicing at home.  While they lived in the apartment, she played on an electronic keyboard, listening through headphones.  Shadow had bought that for her so she could practice in the evenings without disturbing everybody else.  Even the short time they had lived in the house, she had continued to use the keyboard apparently in an attempt to not disturb anyone else with her playing.  This was the first time KD was aware of that Monica had used the piano.  The playing resumed, and KD made her way silently into the room containing the piano.  She approached Monica from behind, so Monica continued playing, unaware that she was performing for an audience.  It wasn’t until a few minutes later that Monica stopped playing.  When she did, KD spoke up, saying, “I’m not qualified to give you anything like a critique, but holy crap Monica, that sounded really good to me.”

Startled, Monica spun around to face her audience, then seeing it was KD, she relaxed.  “I didn’t realize anyone was home.  I thought I would have another hour or two to practice before anybody returned.  I’ll stop.”

Surprised, KD insisted, “Don’t stop on my account, I love listening to you.  I might ask you to play something else,” she teased, grinning as she said it, “like maybe Little Richard, or Fats Domino.”

“Who?”

KD frowned at Monica.  “Yeah, ok, before your time, I guess.  Early rock and roll stars.”

Unsure if KD was teasing or serious, Monica half apologetically said, “I haven’t been allowed to study that yet.  They want me to stay with classical and pieces written specifically for piano.  Besides, that’s what master likes, so that’s what I want to be able to play.”

“You should play for him.”

Monica looked up sharply, then shook her head in negation.  “I’m not ready.  I don’t want to sound terrible and have him think this is a waste of time and money.:

KD walked away as she said, “You don’t have to worry about that, not with the way you’re playing right now.”

It was late in the evening and once again Shadow was ensconced in his leather armchair listening to music.  Monica, Gina and Vivian were there also, either reading or listening, as their mood suited.  Brenda and KD were gagged and in bondage for the visual appeal that offered.  Their legs weren’t tied, so they had the freedom to walk around, and since Shadow liked to see them doing that, they made sure they did so to satisfy him.

After a while Veronica wandered in because she was bored.  She hoped to find someone to play with, and had been thinking about Brenda.  When she saw Brenda had been assigned to ‘visual appeal’ duty she was slightly disappointed, and sat next to Monica, thinking she might be in the mood for something more interesting that listening to music.  Monica was quite content and quietly shushed Veronica’s attempts to engage her in something livelier.   Not to be put off quite so easily, Veronica sat quietly, pretending to have accepted Monica’s rebuff.  When she was sure Monica was no longer paying attention to her, Veronica’s shot her hand into Monica’s ribs and tickled her ferociously for a brief instant.   Being very ticklish, especially in the ribs, Monica jumped and emitted a loud, sharp squeal.  She instantly looked over at Shadow and turned red when he gave her a hard stare before returning his attention to the book he was reading.  Monica was sure she had been tried, found guilty, and probably sentenced to some punishment, for something that wasn’t her fault in the course of that stare.  Thinking that was unfair, she thought it would be appropriate if Veronica earned the same punishment.  Accordingly, she bided her time for a few minutes, then, when Veronica’s attention was elsewhere, Monica treated Veronica to the same unexpected tickle-attack on her ribs.  As planned, Veronica jumped, squealing loudly.  However, rather than accepting that as now being even, she immediately turned on Monica, giggling loudly as she dove for the other woman’s ribs.

Monica yelped loudly, then tried to fend off Veronica’s assault, giggling and laughing as she tussled with her opponent.  Veronica was delighted that she had instigated something more interesting than sitting quietly, so she fought back with abandon..  After a few seconds, it became very apparent that this tickle war was not going to end quickly..  Shadow watched it for a minute, then quietly called for its cessation and silence.  Neither woman heard him.  His first effort was followed up by a more forceful, louder, and more annoyed second demand..  That demand was heard, causing both slaves to turn to him and offer polite apologies.  Unappeased, he responded with an order that each of them was to insert a punishment dildo into their pussy and secure it with an appropriate harness.  When that was accomplished, they were to fetch a handful of straps then lie face down in the middle of the room, facing each other.  When they had complied with his commands, he went to them.  He bound their arms behind their backs, wrists and elbows together.  Their legs were similarly strapped together at knees and ankles.  With that completed, he rose and went to the armoire to find a specific gag.  After a few seconds of rummaging through the drawer, he triumphantly pulled his sought-after treasure out with a satisfied “Aha”.  None of the assembled slaves had ever seen this gag in use previously.

The gag in question was a double-ended dildo gag.  It was fairly fat, so it would require the slave to open her mouth fully to accept it, but it was only about seven inches in overall length.  It would not penetrate her mouth very deeply.  The most interesting thing about this gag was the attachment of the straps that would go around the slave’s head.  The straps for the left end of the gag were attached to the dildo closer to the right end than they were to the left end.  Similarly, the straps for the right end were attached closer to the left end than they were to the right.  This caused the straps to pass over each other.

For no particular reason, Shadow began with Veronica.  He inserted the gag into her mouth, then buckled the straps at the back of her head.  The ends of the straps for Monica’s head were now inside Veronica’s mouth.  He went to Monica and physically lifted her off the floor, to bring her face-to-face with Veronica. As he moved her into position, Monica could see the end of the gag sticking out of Veronica’s mouth, and opened her own mouth to receive it.  When it was in Monica’s mouth, he continued moving Monica closer to Veronica, stopping only when the two women’s lips were tightly pressed to the other’s.  With them in correct position, he buckled the remaining straps around Monica’s head, ensuring that the women would remain in firm kissing contact until he released them.

But he was not done yet.

To conclude the bondage, he threaded a strap between Monica’s wrists, then pulled her arms upward into a strapaddo.  He held them there, then reached for Veronica’s arms and threaded the strap through her wrists.  With the same strap connecting both slave’s wrists, he pulled them toward each other into a strict strapaddo, then fastened the buckle.  Each woman’s arms held the other’s in the desired position.  Still not finished, he did to their ankles what he had done to their wrists. He pulled the strap connecting their ankles very taut, making any movement difficult.  The two slaves lay on their stomachs in an unbreakable lip-lock, silent and unmoving, while Shadow returned to his book.  The other slaves glanced at the two with mild amusement or silent snickers for their situation.  None of the other slaves held any sympathy for them, as they all had similar thoughts: They should have known better.  They got nothing more than they deserve.

Immediately after Monica and Veronica were bound, both Brenda and KD thought they might be freed, having been replaced as the evening’s bondage show.  They were wrong.  KD realized it first, and resumed her movement around the room for Shadow’s enjoyment.  Brenda caught on as soon as KD made it clear she had resumed her duties.

The evening progressed with no change in the situation for a little more than an hour when Jodi made an appearance.  She was wearing a negligee.  It was the most demure available but still didn’t cover much.  It was a dark shadow swirling around her from neck to crotch.  The darkness increased to almost opacity over her breasts and in front of her pussy, and was actually opaque for the inch-wide border at her neckline and along the hem.  If it could be called a neckline, considering how deeply it plunged between her breasts..  The sound of her heels clicking on the floor outside the room alerted everyone to an approaching presence, and all the slaves looked at the door to see who was entering.  Shadow remained engrossed in his book.

She stood in the doorway, legs slightly separated, as she scanned the room, taking in the details, and noting with amusement the predicament of Monica and Veronica.  With her quick survey concluded, she spoke to the slaves at large saying, “Please leave.  I wish to be alone with your master.”  Even if she were still his slave, none would have challenged her desire since her feelings for him were no secret.  As a free woman, there was no possibility they would even begin to object to obeying her command.  As the slaves all rose to leave, Jodi thrust her chin toward the pair helpless on the floor.  Looking at Gina, who was the closest to them, she said, “Release them so they can leave too.”

Jodi might well be a free woman, but Shadow was her master, and there was no question in her mind whose orders ranked higher.  Gina wordlessly turned to look at Shadow, seeking his permission to comply with Jodi’s order.  He hesitated for a heartbeat, then briefly nodded his assent.

When the room was cleared, Jodi began a slow walk toward Shadow.  She used her long legs to piston her hips into a provocative sway as she approached him.  As she expected (and planned), his eyes watched her legs approach, more than the rest of her.  When she got to his chair, she took hold of his ankle to uncross his legs.  He didn’t resist her placing both of his feet flat on the floor.  She pressed his legs together, placing one of her knees on either side of his hips, as she knelt on the chair, facing him.  She lowered herself to sit on his knees.  She gently removed the book from his hands and daintily placed the bookmark in place before placing the book on the table beside them.  Shadow watched her every motion.  Neither had said a word to the other, but both sets of eyes smoldered with undisguised lust, flaring slightly higher when their eyes finally met.

Jodi clasped her hands behind his neck, then half whispered the words, “I got lonely.  I have needs that haven’t been fulfilled in far too long.  And why should Monica and Viv have all the fun?” she added playfully, in an almost afterthought.  She smiled coquettishly, saying, “Since you’re the only man here, you get the job of seeing to my needs.”  Without waiting for a response, she leaned forward to kiss him.

Their first kiss was almost tentative.  It was almost as though they were unsure of the other’s desires and felt a need to go slowly.  Or it might have been because their lust for each other was so intense that a passionate kiss would have resulted in an eruption that both wanted to hold off as long as possible, while they built their passion to stratospheric heights.  So the second kiss began the long, laborious process they both enjoyed so much.  It wasn’t a passionate kiss, but it was long, slow and a curious mixture of being tender, yet demanding at the same time, tinted with the promise of so much more to come.

Arms tightened, bodies drew closer, kisses became firmer, wider ranging and the wispy bit of nothing Jodi wore became a hindrance.  Before breaking the embrace to remove the offending piece of clothing, Shadow asked, “Would thee lady prefer to be ravished here or in the bedroom?”

“Ummm, bedroom, I think.  Its more comfortable there, and better suited to all night sessions.”

Shadow gently pushed her to her feet, then rose from the chair.  Unexpectedly, he then turned to lift her bodily into his arms, cradling her.  She wrapped her arms around his neck and settled comfortably for the short ride into his bedroom.  As he carried her, he teased.  “Presumptuous little wench, aren’t you?  What makes you think I haven’t selected another sla…. uhhh … woman as my bedmate for the night?”

“You might have”, she teased back, “but if you have, I will claw both hers and your eyes out in my frustration at being denied.”

He gave her an exaggerated look of shock and horror.  “Evil woman, you are, having such nasty inclinations.  Intemperate words such as those warrant strenuous chastisement, no matter how toothsome the wench who says them.  Its bad enough that you would think to attack me, but for you to turn on a poor, helpless slave also, is reprehensible.”  As he said those words, he deposited her gently on his bed, pulling her negligee off at the same time.

As he backed away to begin tearing his own clothing off, she stretched sinuously, then with mock contrition, pouted, “I suppose you’re right.  Shameful of me to even think of punishing a slave for your failings.  I deserve to be punished for that alone.”

They were both well aware that while she had been a slave, those same words might have been spoken as part of their repartee.  Now, without acknowledging the change in her status they both knew those words had to be spoken to give him leave to treat her as the submissive she was by nature, if no longer by law.  Without further delay he went to the toy chest to gather the necessary paraphernalia.  Within minutes, she was cuffed; wrist and ankle, standing spread-eagled beside the bed, facing him.  Before being caught up too fully in the heat of the moment, he allowed one bit of cold rationality to guide his considerations.  He knew, almost to the stroke, when whipping her would transition from pleasure to punishment.  But that knowledge was based on her physical condition before having been shot.  Now, he was very uncertain where that point might be passed.  He toyed with the whip in his hands for a few seconds, seemingly considering where to place the first stroke, then spoke, almost hesitantly, no longer with the levity of only moments earlier.

“I cannot give you the whipping I would like to.  That pleasure must wait until you are more fully recovered.”

She dropped her role-playing attitude, looked at him unflinchingly while holding eye contact, and responded.  “If you feel you are incapable of providing the appropriate intensity of punishment that I desire, I know a doctor who will be more than willing to do so.”  She had meant it as a challenge; to taunt him playfully by showing that he was being overly careful of her condition.  It came out sounding more like a snide criticism.  Then, to take the unintended sting out of her words, she added softly, “I didn’t mean that quite the way it sounded.  As long as you don’t whip me directly on the wound, I’ll be fine.”

Mollified by her contrition, he stepped close to her to begin this session in the same manner as he had so many other ones.  He lowered his head to meet her upturned face.  The kiss was soft and lingering.  It seemed a stark contrast to the violence that was about to occur; yet it was a perfect prelude for the affection with which that violence would be delivered and the hunger with which it would be received.

Shadow broke the kiss after it had lasted for many heartbeats, then stepped back silently.  Jodi had closed her eyes during the kiss, as she almost always did, and remained so, with her lips eagerly seeking to meet his again.  Thus she had no forewarning when his first strike came down diagonally across her left breast.  It was a fairly hard hit that left a stinging burning in its wake.  She jerked abruptly against her restraints and grunted loudly.  Her eyes, reflexively, mashed tightly closed.

The whipping proceeded at its usual slow pace, allowing the effect of each stroke to bury itself deeply into her flesh before a fresh line of pain was applied to her tender skin.

Her grunts grew louder, quickly becoming gasps, then soft shrieks.  After the shrieks became loud enough to be heard outside the bedroom, he continued the whipping unabated, holding her at that peak of pain until her tears flowed in a torrent.  Then he stopped.  He approached her once again, this time sliding two fingers into her sopping pussy before bring his lips into contact with hers.  She pulled at her bondage, straining every muscle to bring herself more fully into contact with him.  She tried desperately to bring her body into contact with his; to press her pain-soaked breasts against his hard chest; to wrap her whip-reddened legs around his; to feel his hard maleness pressed against her, or better, to have it ferociously rammed into her repeatedly.  Irrespective of her wants, she had to settle for his lips tenderly pressed against hers.  He wouldn’t even give her the satisfaction of kissing her strongly and bruising her lips with his.  That would come in time, she knew.  Just not yet.

He played with her pussy, brushing his fingers against her clit and using them as a substitute for the larger, more satisfying, shaft she craved. Her hips responded of their own volition, pumping and thrusting against his fingers in a frantic search for satisfaction. Unfortunately for her, he had no intention of allowing that anytime soon.  In his mind, she had a long way to go before she would be able to even glimpse that possibility.  As his slave, he had played with her unmercifully, raising her to incredible heights of passion, then denying her the right to cum.  While he could no longer flatly deny that to her, he could control the intensity and manner of play, withholding the stimulation she needed when and where she needed it.  She was also very aware that he loved to torment her this way, and that she was well used to begging for permission to cum.  She also knew she could demand to be released or simply insist on receiving satisfaction.  But she was bound by her nature more than by his ropes.  She wanted him to control her and to decide both if and when she would be allowed to cum.  She was still his slave in her heart, notwithstanding anything the law might otherwise say.

Her body responded to his fingers and his kisses.  He fanned the fires of her lust with caresses by both whip and tongue.  His fingers tweaked the sensitive areas of her flesh while his actions and chains tweaked the sensitive areas of her psyche.  She burned with desire and need for fulfillment.  She stood with her arms and legs spread wide, exposing her body for his pleasure, while her soul was equally defenseless and open to his every whim.

A particularly hard stroke to her pussy almost broke through her resolve, bringing the words Please, my lord, please allow me to cum now, to the forefront of her mind.  But not to her lips.  She stifled the impulse to beg along with her desire to call him ‘my lord’.  She cried just a little bit harder for that effort, causing her need to rise just a little bit higher.

She finally felt his hands at her wrist, releasing the chain from the cuff she wore.  The cuff remained.  When she was fully released, she thought she would be enfolded in his arms and pressed backwards onto the bed as he mounted her.   That didn’t happen.  Instead, he bound her arms behind her back at wrist and elbows.  He had done this to her many times as his slave; that is to not mount her immediately, but to fasten her arms as he did now.  That simply meant he wanted to play more, and this time it was simply unexpected.   She wondered briefly what he had in mind.  The only certainty at the moment was that her orgasm was going to be delayed for a while.  Assuming, of course, that he was going to permit her one.

Her uncertainty evaporated when he went to a nearby chair, seated himself, and spread his legs.  She didn’t question whether it was an invitation or a command; she simply followed, then dropped to her knees to begin by licking his balls.  She was well accustomed to servicing him orally and she knew his likes.  She did what he liked.  After giving him more than a few strokes with her tightly closed lips, she felt the motions in his cock that indicated he was close to cumming.  She was slightly disappointed because she was verging on being desperate to have him in her pussy.  She briefly considered ceasing her present efforts, and demanding that he service her the way she wanted, but again, her innate nature overrode her incipient rebellion, and she sucked his cock harder and faster, seeking to give him the best orgasm she could.  She savored the torrent of hot cum in her mouth, knowing that it meant all was as it should be.  But she offered a silent prayer to the goddess of slaves, begging the goddess to motivate him to want to make her cum too.

She sat back on her heels, obediently lowering her head in silence, allowing him to rest while he decided what to do with her next.  After about five minutes he roused himself, rose, and as he passed her, grabbed a handful of her hair, dragged her upwards from her kneeling position and roughly pulled her toward the bed.  She almost came.  He clambered onto the bed, then, still using her hair, pulled her after him.  In short order she was spread-eagled on the bed, pulled tightly toward all four corners.  He loved having his slaves in stringent bondage and he was making no exception for her.

When he finished securing her, he left the bed (to her instant dismay), and went to his toy supply.  He selected a very fat, very long punishment dildo.  She eyed it warily, knowing full well that this particular dildo had no setting less painful than “Instant Obedience”.  She had learned by first-hand experience that this particular device was not designed for mild chastisements or motivational efforts.  She was not looking forward to receiving any more ‘encouragement’ from it. As wet as she was though, her pussy accepted it hungrily as he slid it deeply into her.  Two straps on her legs ensured that her most violet thrashings would be useless in attempting to dislodge it.  He set the remote trigger for it by her head, within easy reach, yet out of the way for whatever else he wanted to do.  The ‘else’ turned out to be sucking on her breast and gently nibbling on her nipple.

From there, his lips went to her neck, her lips, down her chest to her stomach, along her legs and all points in between.  Except to where she needed it.  This was driving her crazy.  He was pleasing her endlessly with his lips, but the fear of that monster inside her was ever present in her mind.  And that added yet another dimension to her quandary.  The dildo was huge.  It filled her with the unfilled promise of unendurable agony if he turned it up toward high, and also of exquisite pleasure if he used it as a simple dildo.  Yet he had done neither.  She fervently hoped he would not find it necessary to use the remote.  Having it sitting inside her, filling her, but doing nothing else, was more than frustrating.

After more minutes than she could guess had elapsed, he finally began to focus his efforts…and his tongue… where she most wanted it.  He even began using the dildo as she had prayed he would.  He rotated it gently as he slid it in and out of her.  He could not get much motion out of it because he hadn’t loosened the straps holding it in place, but the little movement he managed to get was heavenly.  He didn’t continue it nearly long enough before he stopped.  After stopping, he slid a finger into her, alongside the dildo, then used his finger to gently rub her clit.  While he was doing that, he levered himself alongside her, kissing her breast, then her lips.  He continued to massage her clit, but never for long enough to finish her.  After the kiss, he brushed a hair off her face and asked, “Are you close to cumming?”

She answered immediately, without thinking.  “Yes…” she paused, catching herself and preventing herself from saying ‘my lord’, then continued.  “Yes, I’m very close.  Please finish me.”

“Do you mean that if I keep doing what I was doing, you will cum?”

“Yes”, she said, pleading,  “you had me very close.”

Her pussy erupted in agony as a red-hot buzz saw ripped through her.  Her shriek of pain carried well beyond the walls of the bedroom and was clearly heard by a few of the slaves sitting in the living room.  One of them, Michelle, who had never gotten to know Jodi, looked at Rita and Sasha to ask with undisguised disbelief, “She enjoys that?”

The jolt Shadow had given her was very short.  The shortest the dildo was capable of producing.  She had never seen him reach for the remote, so the activation was a double surprise.  Not only had it been unexpected, it was unwarranted as well, since she had done nothing to deserve it.  He leaned over her and kissed her, then said, “You should have remembered that you don’t cum until I say you may.  That should help you remember.”

“I’ll remember, I swear I will.  You don’t have to give me any more reminders.  I promise.”

He smiled lazily at her, saying, “Then let’s resume, shall we?”

She knew it was a rhetorical question, but again, driven by her nature to respond when asked a question, and her need to please him, she quickly answered, “Yes, please.”

He wasted no time, but this time began by massaging her feet.  What he did wasn’t the least bit erotic it simply felt good.  He spent a few minutes on each foot, kneading and squeezing.  He avoided kissing them because he wasn’t ready to fan her passion into high flame just yet.  He worked his way up her legs, still only massaging and turning her muscles into soft butter as he relaxed them despite the tension on them from the chains pulling her taut.

Although he did nothing overtly erotic, her vulnerable position, being nude and bound helplessly open for him in an unmistakable invitation for sex, and that damnable huge dildo nestled inside her, all combined to work their magic on her.  His gentle prodding and kneading only underscored the presence of the shaft in her pussy, motionless, instead of sliding in and out, as it should.  Her own imagination provided the fuel and spark to her lust that began to smolder almost as soon as he began at her feet.  All too soon, she was squirming and squeezing her pussy muscles, attempting to generate the sensations she longed to feel.

With her back and shoulders largely inaccessible to him, he didn’t spend a lot of time above her waist before he turned his attentions to the more overtly erotic.  Once again, his lips and tongue traveled the length and breadth of her body, generating heat and desire every time they touched her.

Now very mindful of his admonition against cumming without permission, she fought valiantly to resist him and to not allow herself to become too aroused.  She didn’t stand a snowball in hell’s chance of succeeding and she knew it, but she tried.  Her attempts to maintain calm and impervious to his actions only managed to delay the inevitable.  It took a while, but it happened.  Her breathing deepened, her pulse raced, her nipples hardened into tiny rocks, her clit swelled to extreme sensitivity and her resolve shattered, causing her attempts at resistance to collapse.  Unable to fight any longer, she succumbed to her body’s incessant demands and began begging.  That was what he had been waiting for.

He ignored her initial efforts at begging, allowing her to beg more fervently each time.  He finally moved to her crotch, then undid the straps holding the dildo in place and removed it.  She almost cried when she felt so empty, but knowing he would refill her with himself would bring a greater pleasure.  Except he didn’t.

He lowered his head to very gently and very slowly run his tongue up her very swollen lips.  She shuddered and mewed softly.  He spread her lips, then repeated his effort, this time with his tongue deeply inside her.  He lingered on the little hard nub he found, swirling his tongue on it a few times before allowing her a moment’s respite.  He tormented her by asking, “Are you ready to cum?  Do you want me to make you cum?”

She could barely contain the words, and blurted in a husky whisper, “Yes, please.  Make me cum, please.”

He lowered his head and resumed licking her clit, this time with considerably more pressure on it.  She moaned loudly from the pleasure, despite the lingering fear that he hadn’t yet given her permission.  That punishment dildo lay very close at hand.

He stopped, only to torment her further.  “You must beg properly.  Beg correctly and I will give you permission.  But if you cum before I permit you to, I will be forced to punish you.”  He waited a few seconds for her to respond, then drove his tongue back into her steaming, sensitive pleasure center.

When his tongue hit her again, her mind shrieked, No, don’t do this to me.  PLEASE, just allow me to cum, don’t make me beg that way, pleeease.  But while her mind howled, she only gasped and moaned again.

This time he spent more than a few seconds licking her.  He tongued her vigorously, seemingly bent on making her cum before he stopped.  She struggled mightily, straining at her bonds with every ounce of her strength.  But her efforts were less than puny against the chains that held her.  She knew she was defeated.  She knew she had no hope of resisting him, and deep inside her, she knew she didn’t want to win.  As much as she accepted her inevitable defeat, she still held minor regret that it had come so soon.  She had hoped for a few days more of being able to pretend that she was her own woman, not his obedient toy.

She was going to cum, there was not the slightest hope that she would not.  With her final efforts at delaying the undeniable in tatters, she knew she had only seconds before she would either earn herself a terrible, painful punishment, or would announce her defeat to him.  She chose the latter.

“Please, my lord, allow your slave to cum.”

Megan, Linda, and Andi followed cunt 3905 to the sex room. Megan started to giggle. “We are all about to make the beast with two backs.” Linda and cunt 3905 looked puzzled, but Andi laughed.

“Good reference, Iago,” she said. She noticed the puzzled looks and said, “From the beginning of Othello. More Shakespeare. I’ll let you figure out what a beast with two backs is.” The puzzled looks changed to grins.

When they were inside the sex room, cunt 3905 secured their leashes to the wall and called the control center to get their collars restricted to the room. When the collars beeped to indicate that the setting had changed, cunt 3905 unlocked the leashes and their chains, then said, “Use the bathroom and get ready. I suspect they will use you for quite a while.” Cunt 3905 remained in the room near the door.

When they were ready, Megan asked Linda, quietly, “Who is that other girl?” She nodded to a petite blonde who sat on a bed with a vacant look.

“I don’t know her name, but she has been here longer than me. She’s not too bright. She has a reputation for ignoring whipping, up to the point it cuts her. They may want her in the movie for that.”

“How do they punish her if whippings don’t work?”

“She can’t stand the tanks, so they put her in the tanks.”

They were all silent for a while, until Linda said, “I’m horny. I hope they fuck me a dozen times.”

Megan smiled and said, “‘Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished.”

Andi laughed and said, “We seem to be on a Shakespeare kick today.”

Linda said, “Shakespeare?”

“Yes. That’s from Hamlet’s soliloquy. Of course, he’s wishing to be dead, not fucked. I like the additional meaning of ‘consummation’ in this context.”

There was a little desultory literary discussion after that, but mainly, they waited for the sex party to arrive for the fuckings. They didn’t have to wait all that long, because they had great bodies and the four men in the meeting room couldn’t keep their thoughts from the lovely receptacles that they had seen.

When the men came in, Bill, the actor playing Andi’s husband, immediately took Andi to a bed, stripped, and climbed into the bed with her. Eddie looked at Andi, obviously wanting to fuck her, but then took Linda aside. Frank, the producer, chose the blonde. The director had set his sights on Megan. He took off his clothing, and was surprised when Megan helped him fold it and put it on a shelf.

“I didn’t expect a lot of cooperation from slaves in the prison.”

“You might not get it from some of the slaves, but I want to be treated well, and the best way to get that is to be pleasant. On top of that, being in the movie is more exciting than the dull prison routine, and I’m looking forward to having sex.”

The director smiled at her. Instead of throwing her on the bed, he embraced her and gave her a hard kiss, which she returned wholeheartedly. He ran his hands over her body, giving her breasts extra attention. She took his penis in her hand and held it firmly, triggering rapid stiffening.

“I wonder how the viewing public will like this sex scene,” asked Megan.

“They won’t. I had them turn off the cameras.”

“The lights on the cameras are all still red,” Megan pointed out.

The director turned to cunt 3905, with Megan still holding his member. “Get those cameras turned off.” Cunt 3905 got on a phone, and the red indicator lights were off almost immediately. “They told me it wasn’t on the web site.”

“No, just being watched by the guys in the control room.” He turned again to Megan. “Are you wet?”

“Yes. I’m wet most of the time.”

He reached down and verified it. “Shall we skip the preliminaries and go right to the main event?”

“You’re the director; I’m just the slave girl. Please fuck me. Would you like me to put the condom on you?”

“Yes, please. I wonder how to get dispensation from that requirement.” He was silent as she unrolled the condom over him as he stood, then he positioned himself as she lay back. She guided him in, and he started a vigorous thrusting. She met his thrusts with her own, and enthusiastically participated. He lasted a lot longer than she figured he would. She came before he did. After his climax, he rolled off of her, then pressed up against her.

“You are very, very good at that. Did you take lessons?”

“No, just a lot of reading.”

“You should develop a reading list for women. The male population would be in your debt.” He pushed his left arm under her and pulled her close to him, then began to play with her with his right hand. She relaxed and enjoyed it.

A few minutes later, they heard the producer tell the blonde, “Go stand by the door.” He looked at cunt 3905 and said, “You. Come here.” He sat on the bed and motioned for her to sit next to him. “Are you available for sex?”

“I can be, after a phone call, and the arrival of a new trusty. Was the other slave unsatisfactory?”

“Like fucking a dead fish. She’s gorgeous, but just lies there.”

The director rose from the bed and went over to the producer. “If you are sending her out, I’d like to try an experiment.” He turned to cunt 3905. “Is her collar set to shock her if she leaves the room?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I’d like you to leave it that way when she leaves. I was going to have you shock one of the other slaves, but if she’s a lousy fuck, we might as well shock her.”

“Of course, sir. I’ll notify the control desk. They like to know about demonstrations and punishments. A lot of out-of-bounds shocks are simple mistakes, and often not on the part of the slave wearing the collar, so we limit shocks as long as they are within the secure area of the prison, but we limit them a bit more for known situations. I need to cuff her before I send her out the door, and she knows that. She may collapse when she’s shocked, so we will want a guard out there waiting. We try to avoid damaging slaves, other than in ways specified by their owners. I’ll arrange it all.” At the director’s nod, she went to the blonde, cuffed her and attached a leash, then fastened her leash to the wall near the door. After that, she got on the phone and spoke softly. When she hung it up, she said, “Sir, they are sending another trusty and a pick-up guard. It will just be a minute or two.”

He said, “That’s fine,” and stood and walked over to her, where he could get a good view. The producer watched from where he was. Bill was still playing with Andi and paid no attention to anything else, and Eddie was still atop Linda, regaining his strength. A minute later, the door opened and another trusty came in, leaving the door open. Cunt 3905 removed the end of the blonde’s leash from the wall and said, “There’s a guard out there to take you to punishment. Go out to him.”

The blonde apparently had expected punishment, so she walked out the door without any questions. When she was about three feet outside the door, there was a buzzing sound. She convulsed, screamed, and dropped to the floor. A guard caught her before she hit her head on the floor. Cunt 3905 got back on the phone and arranged to have the collar reset. The director heard the guard tell the blonde, as he got her on her feet, “OK now? Good. In the tanks you go, for being a lousy fuck.” She looked almost frantic at the mention of the tanks, but the guard herded her off.

Cunt 3905 told the director, “I got permission from my owner. This is cunt 3856; she will be the trusty in charge now.”

The director asked, “What is your name?”

“Inside the prison, my name is cunt 3905, and nothing else. Outside, there are different rules.”

“How long will she be in the tank? I’d like to see it.”

“About four hours. We can give you hundreds of hours of video of it, and we have a greatest-hits DVD of interesting things.”

“Good. Now, go please the producer, if that’s possible.”

Cunt 3905 knelt in front of Frank, the producer, and asked him, “How can this slave please you?”

“Doing that was a real good start. How are you at sucking?”

“I don’t have a rating from a professional, but those with some experience have told me that I may be a 7 or even an 8.”

“Excellent. Let’s start with that.”

Cunt 3905 moved between his legs as he spread them, lowered her head, and started to give him a long, slow suck. It was obvious that she had a lot of experience and knew what she was doing. Megan and the director sat and watched it. Megan was fascinated; she had never really given technique in sucking a thought, but cunt 3905 was displaying a lot of fancy technique. Megan thought to herself that she should ask cunt 3905 for lessons. About that time, the director said, “That makes me horny again. You do it to me.” Megan took the position and started, remembering some of the things that cunt 3905 had done. She knew she was nowhere near as good as cunt 3905, but she gave it a great try. After several minutes of sucking, his member was rock hard and he was breathing deeply. “Up here on the bed, legs spread. I hope you are wet.” She jumped and took her position. Yes, she was wet; sex, being around sex, or thinking about sex always got her wet. The director took her in one smooth stroke and started a long-stroking rhythm; Megan put her feet behind his knees and met every thrust with a push. He lasted a long time, which wasn’t too surprising, given that he’d already climaxed inside her once. She realized that he wasn’t wearing a condom, but didn’t do anything about it. She had long-term birth control in place, and she figured he was clean. She came twice, with the second orgasm triggering his. “You are tight. Your orgasm is strong and enjoyable for me.”

“I do the Kegel exercises.”

“Good. Clean me off.”

Megan moved to take him into her mouth, then slowly moved off of his member as she licked him. He moaned with pleasure. When she was done, he told her to snuggle up to him. They stayed that way as they watched the other three couples play.

Some time later, when all four men were sated, the director stood and said, “I think we need to get on with business.” He turned to cunt 3905 and said, “We can definitely use you in the movie, if your owner approves. I hope he does.”

“I hope he does, too.”

Eddie asked, “Can I keep Andi here for a little bit? I’d like to talk with her.”

“Sure. I want her,” indicating cunt 3905, “to give the rest of us a tour of some of the prison. I think we’ll take the other two slaves with us.” The men, other than Eddie, dressed. Cunt 3905 led them from the room after calling the control room to reset Megan’s collar and Linda’s collar, then chaining and leashing them. They left Andi, Eddie, and cunt 3856 in the sex room.

Andi turned to Eddie and said, “What do you want me for? You’ve shot your wad.”

Eddie looked a little sad. “I know that I enslaved you and humiliated you, and that you haven’t forgiven me for that. If it hadn’t been for the public insults we traded, I might not have done the humiliation. I would have enslaved you, though, because I wanted you so bad, and you were limiting me so much. I figured that you would drop me if I bought a sex slave to supplement the sex. I know that your career was damaged by the choice of movies, and that this is a long shot to improve it. I promise to listen to you in the future. When this movie is finished, we can live like a couple. No public slave stuff, no being passed around. I hope that you will come to enjoy being with me again.”

Andi was shocked. Eddie had never made a speech like that before. His assumptions were correct; she hadn’t forgiven him for the humiliation, but she understood the enslavement. She was glad to hear the promise to listen and the offer to live like a couple. “Eddie, you are right, I’m still mad at you. Saying that we can live like a regular couple, though, helps a lot. I’ll probably get over some of the anger as time passes.” She paused. “That speech was out of character for you. Are you settling down some?”

Eddie laughed. “Maybe. I missed you these last few months. I still have to play the raunchy rock star, but I am getting older and a little calmer.” He hugged her, and against her initial impulse, she snuggled into the embrace.

Cunt 3905 led them to the punishment area that had the tanks. As they walked, the director asked, “Why do they call this place Iron Rod? It has a certain character to it, an implied threat, but there must be something more. Is it a phallic reference?”

To his surprise, Megan had an answer. “I think it’s from the Bible. Psalms 2:9: ‘You shall break them with an iron rod, and dash them in pieces like a potter’s vessel.’ It’s a twisting of the chapter, but they like to twist things here. There are references to iron rods in Samuel, Job, and Revelation, too.”

“You seem to be a Shakespearean scholar and a Biblical scholar as well. That’s rare.”

She replied, “Especially in a slave prison, you mean? I was studying literature, which includes Shakespeare. A lot of literature makes heavy references to the Bible, so a serious literature student also studies the Bible.”

“I didn’t look too deeply into the records. How did you end up as a slave in a prison?”

Megan told him about the drunk driving and the deal that kept her out of the slave auction. “So I’m here for a year being tortured for an offense that a gets a man a fine and a suspended license.”

“Linda is here being tortured for displeasing her husband. It’s better than the meat dealers, isn’t it?”

“I’ve been thinking about that. At least the meat dealers would make an end and get it over with.”

“You would rather die than be here?”

“No. At least, not usually. It’s just something that crosses my mind occasionally. The one nice thing about being here is that I get fucked a lot more than I did before. Thank you for the nice fuck.”

“My extreme pleasure.”

Cunt 3905 led them into the tank room, where the blonde that had irritated Frank was immersed. She was apparently getting a lot of air cutoffs, along with frequent pussy shocks from the dildo in the tank. The red light that required her to fuck the dildo was on almost continually. It almost made Megan sorry for her.

“Is she really as stupid as she seems to be?” asked Megan.

Cunt 3905 said, “Yes, she is. He husband was hoping that it was an act, but it doesn’t appear to be. He’s not sure whether to take her back as an occasional fuck slave, or just sell her off. She’s not much in the sack. Nothing seems to get through to her.”

Frank said, “We should use her for the hanging scene.”

Cunt 3905 said, “You would have to take that up with her owner. The prison management can get you in touch with him.”

“I’ll have them do that. I’d like you to put someone in the tank while I watch. I’d like to get an idea of the visuals.”

Cunt 3905 looked at Megan and Linda, giving them both the shivers, then said, “There is a slave coming down here shortly for punishment.” Just at that moment, a trusty led another prisoner into the tank room and handed her off to a tank room attendant. The visitors and their attending slaves stood back and watched the process. The slave going into the tanks offered no resistance; she had been here long enough to realize what trouble that would cause her. The director seemed to appreciate the look of the water rising in the tank as it went over her head. This one didn’t get the progression that Megan had gotten; perhaps that was a first-time thing. The new resident of the tank got the random air cutoffs, the dildo, the pussy shocks, and the red light telling her to fuck the dildo as soon as she was completely submerged. The director asked cunt 3905, “Are there any prisoners that like being in the tank?”

“I’ve heard that there are one or two. I figured they just needed a little less air or a little higher voltage. Hey, cunt 3967, are there any idiots that actually like going in the tank?”

Cunt 3967 was one of the tank room attendants. “Yes, there are two of them. We tried making it harder on them, but they liked it anyway. They don’t get the tanks much any more.”

The director said, “I’d like to talk to them later.”

“Of course,” said cunt 3905. “I’ll have them added to your interview schedule. Cunt 3967 is a good story, too. She’s a prisoner, and her owner likes to have her put in the tanks. She was here so much that when her owner allowed her to be a trusty, they made her a tank room attendant.”

The director asked, “Are you in the tank every day?”

“Not usually,” she replied. “It gets hard on the skin. It’s usually four hours in the tank every other day.”

“When’s your next time?”

“Tomorrow afternoon around 1.”

“Do they give you all of the punishments these two are getting?”

“Yes, and I have to get myself ready to go into the tank on top of it.”

“I’ll be back to see you.”

The blonde had stopped fucking her dildo and was doing without air. An alarm went off, and cunt 3967 walked over to the tank containing her and pressed a button on the side. The blonde was still on the dildo; she shook convulsively, then started fucking the dildo. Cunt 3967 looked at the men and said, “Sometimes a girl needs a little encouragement. That was a much more severe cunt shock than the random ones.”

“And what if she just gets off the dildo?”

“I press this other button, and a shock prod pushes out into the tank and starts a continuous zap until she complies. Any prisoner that does it more than once is chained down with a belt so she can’t get off the dildo, and the dildo is continually electrified at a low level.”

They watched the two women in the tanks for a while longer. The director finally said, “I’ll look into this more tomorrow. I’d like to see the gallows and the electric punishment room.” Cunt 3905 led them out of the tank room and over to the gallows enclosure.

There was a slave in the noose on the gallows. Megan shivered, and thought she saw Linda shiver too. The director noted both reactions. They climbed the steps to the platform and stood in front of the slave on the trap door. Cunt 3905 said, “How long have you been here?”

“It seems like hours.”

“Has anyone else come by after you were left here?”

“No. Please get me out of this.”

“In the most traditional manner,” replied cunt 3905. She faced the director and said, “If you want to, pull the lever.” She gestured to the traditional trap door release lever, and she winked as she said it. The slave in the noose couldn’t see the wink. She gasped and drew in breath for a scream. The director reached out and pulled the lever, and nothing happened. The slave in the noose managed not to scream, but she did lose control of her bowels.

Cunt 3905 said, “Oh, ick. They will make you clean that up, and it won’t be pleasant. Have a nice time in the noose, dear, and remember, sometimes it only works on the second or third pull.” Cunt 3905 led them from the gallows room towards another punishment area. Megan asked, “Does everyone get that treatment?”

“Most do. When we get a bunch of new prisoners at a time, we sometimes need a week to get them all good and scared.”

The director looked thoughtful. “I want to put that in the movie as a short transition. It will remove the surprise, though, for new prisoners.”

“It might reduce it, but when you are in that noose and on the trap door, with your hands cuffed behind you, any pull on that lever is scary.”

They went into the second punishment area. Megan had been there on her orientation tour, but hadn’t been shown things in detail. Cunt 3905 took them into a room labelled “Electric”, where Megan saw a collection of horrors that she knew she would become acquainted with. There were devices for shocking nipples, for shocking the vagina and clitoris, for shocking women inside the anus, and for applying shocks on the arms and legs. “We have to be careful on the torso so we don’t affect the heart. That is, unless the desired effect is electrocution.” She gestured at a window with a drape over it, and one of the electric room’s attendants opened the drape to show an old-fashioned electric chair. “That can also be used for pain and torture, not just for death. It is very effective with some slaves.” Cunt 3905 led them on to an area with harrow boards fitted with dildos. Each board had dildos mounted every three feet. Some boards had two adjacent dildos, and the others had just one. “As you can see, we can zap just pussy or ass, or we can zap both at once. Megan, mount up on the double-dildo board. You too, Linda.”

Both the slaves reluctantly swung a leg over the board, straddling it, and stood on tip-toe to get the dildos to their openings. They couldn’t get high enough. An attendant pressed a button to lower the board, and the women pushed themselves down on the double dildos. The dildos had been lubricated, so they were able to get the things inside with much less pain than they had feared. When they were slightly squatting on the impalers, the attendant pressed another button and raised the board so they were back on extreme tip-toe. The next step was using a chain and padlock to attach Linda’s handcuffs to the board so she could not rise, and using a chain to attach Megan’s belly chain to the board. The attendant pressed a third button, and both Linda and Megan howled in pain. The button started a program that gave shocks of varying lengths and strengths, separated by varying recovery times. The shocks were worse than Megan had encountered in the tanks. After a while, the agony blurred and became a continual pain. Her voice got hoarse from screaming, but she eventually stopped screaming when she started to get used to it. It was still torture, but she didn’t need to scream as much. After what seemed like hours, but was actually only fifteen minutes, the attendant removed the hold-down chains and lowered the boards. Cunt 3905 looked at the glazed-over tortured slaves and said, “You can get off of it now, cunts.”

After she got off the board, Megan started coming back to reality. “Have you ever been on that?”

Cunt 3905 replied, “Yes. For a longer time. More than once. It’s my husband’s favorite punishment for me. He thinks it tightens up the cunt muscles.”

The director said, “That was hot. We’ll put that in the movie too. In fact, I think you two will be the ones on it in the movie. I hope a repeat will be as hot as this time. Maybe we’ll even put Andi on it at the same time. Maybe you, too, cunt 3905.” Megan and Linda glanced at each other. They were both happy to be in the movie, but the electric dildos scared them. They didn’t protest, however; the prison had taught them that much. The thought of cunt 3905 being on it with them, even though she had been nice to them, cheered them up a little.

The director said, “What else that an audience would consider hot would you suggest I see?”

“Maybe the ponygirl working parties. We can’t take these two out there unless they are on ponygirl detail.”

“What do the ponygirls do?”

“They pull carts full of stuff, like food coming into the prison, trash going out, bodies going out, whatever.”

“So it’s real work, not just running back and forth.”

“Real work hauling real stuff that needs moving.”

“I’ll have to look into that. I’d like to talk to other prisoners, especially some that have different reasons for being in here.”

Megan turned to cunt 3905. “How about cunt 4567?”

Cunt 3905 smiled. “That might be good.” She turned to the director. “Cunt 4567 is cunt 4566’s mother. She came in the same day as cunt 4566, but for different reasons. She’s not movie star material, but you might find her story interesting.”

“Fine. Let’s go see her. While we are going there, cunt 4566 can explain.”

“My mother had been getting fat, being bitchy, and refusing my father … marital relations. When I was to be sent here, she got to be unbearable. After I was taken inside the prison, a slaver came into the lobby and completed the enslavement of my mother, and the prison took her. I didn’t know about it for over a week. She was going to get some liposuction and skin-reduction surgery, but I haven’t seen her in weeks. My father said he would take her back when she was slimmer and had learned to obey and not bitch.”

“That’s why a lot of women are sent here.”

“Younger ones, maybe.”

Cunt 3905 chimed in. “Yes, that’s why she is interesting. Young, attractive wives are sent here for readjustment. Old fat bitches usually aren’t. Her husband must love her to spend the money on her.”

They walked around a corner and were standing in front of a cell. Cunt 3905 stopped and said, “Cunt 4567, you have visitors.”

Mimsy looked up from her seat on her bunk. Megan thought she looked exhausted, but also a lot slimmer and in better shape. “Hi, Mom,” she said.

“Megan! It’s good to see you!” She got to her feet. It was plain that some of her skin had been trimmed away; the flaps from her early weight loss were no longer there, and she was much thinner.

“Have they been keeping you on the treadmill?”

“That and starving me. Who are your friends?”

“This is Linda. This is cunt 3905. This is the director of the movie that they are going to make here in the prison and that I will be in. He wanted to speak to some other prisoners, and we thought of you.”

“You’re going to be in a movie? That’s great! What kinds of costumes will you get to wear?”

“I’m wearing it. It’s about prisoners in the prison. It has a big star, too; it may be a big deal. Anyway, I’ll get some screen exposure and a little less boring existence while it is being filmed.”

“You will be in a big movie naked? That’s terrible!”

“Not at all. Even the big stars are naked more often than not any more.”

The director asked Mimsy, “Tell me your story, about how you ended up in here.”

Mimsy told the same story that Megan had told him, except that it was slanted towards her being a victim. “My husband was sick of me and stuck me in here to be tortured when my daughter was put in here. They starve me and make me walk on that treadmill for hours.”

Megan put in, “You look a lot better, Mom.”

“Thank you, dear.” She faced the director again and continued, “On top of that, I’m naked all the time. That’s not civilized!”

The director asked, “In what ways are you tortured?”

“I’m naked, starved, had my skin trimmed, and forced to walk on treadmills.”

“Anything else?”

“No, isn’t that enough?”

The director turned to Megan and asked, “How have you been tortured?”

“I’ve been whipped, stuck on electrified dildos, stuck underwater in tanks with air cutoffs and shocks, put in very small cages and left there for hours, and chained for hours at a time.”

The director turned back to Mimsy. “Doesn’t that sound a lot worse than what you’ve been through?”

Mimsy looked a little ashamed, but her obstinacy wouldn’t let her back down too far. “She’s younger and in better shape.”

The director smiled. “Well, you’ll be here for a while to work it all out.” He turned to cunt 3905. “Thanks for bringing me to see her. Let’s go back to the tank room to see how they are doing.”

(Continuing Straight on from ‘The Running‘)

I got back to the courtyard as the end of the maze nearest the pool had been cleared and the MC’s little podium had been moved to the side, near the row of whipping posts.  Earnestine - and her owners - were nowhere to be seen, but the crowd was gathering again near that end of the courtyard.

I wasn’t paying too much attention as I wondered along with them.  Noreen’s reaction to the first event was troubling.  As far as I could remember it was the first time she’d actually asked me for anything, and gone so far as to impose on the supposed debt of a promised reward.  Sending her home was the right decision, I thought, along with the implicit promise that I wouldn’t partake of the meal.  The question was, whether I had gone far enough?

The MC broke me out of my revere as he cracked a whip over our heads.

“Ladies and Gentlemen!  While we give Earnestine a brief respite - in order to catch her breath - it is my very great pleasure to introduce to you our master leatherman, our artiste with the crop, Henri Avignon!”

A tallish man came out of the end of the building at the far side of the pool, trailed by five slaves.  He was dressed in the same smart casual as the MC and some of the other staff members.  The slaves, nude save for their collars and scars, were each carrying a different style of whip or flogger.  They were all relatively well marked, although I didn’t recognise either of the two who’d taken part in the first event.

They followed Avignon in a procession across the courtyard, one stopping at each of the five whipping posts, where they placed their implement on the ground, and were locked into shackles hanging from the top of the post.

“Mesdames et Monsieur’s,” he started in a moderately strong French accent.  “For this brief interlude, I shall demonstrate the proper - ze artistic - use of some of the minor tools here. Oui, oui, I know most of you already know how to use them, but we have some new friends here, and even the best of you can learn some new tricks, no?  Frankly, Madam Winters, your technique has gotten stale.  I should add you to my dolls here, to remind you what a good whipping is.  But No!  We shall save that for another time.”

He paused to allow the light laughter to die out, while a tall blonde in a dress suit waggled her finger at him.

“Zis is Sophia,” he said as he stepped to the first of his ‘dolls’, who was facing us, “And zis is a riding crop.” as he bent down to pick up the implement.  “It is ze basic tool of the slave owner, used both for guidance, and for correction.  It is painful, oui, but does little serious damage.  As such, it can be used with impunity on the sensitive parts of a slave, such as the nipples and the clitoris.”  He struck her strongly on each nipple to emphasise the point and then waited as she lifted her right leg in a standing split.  She managed to catch her heel behind her wrist just as he unloaded on her clitoris.  She gasped, but managed to hold the position until he motioned her down.  “It is also light enough that you can make ze amusing patterns with it.  Turn around my cherie.”  He laid down a rapid flurry of strokes on her back, and then stood aside to reveal a stylised, but recognisable Fleur de Lys.

He bowed slightly to the applause, then waved it down and moved along the line of posts.  “Now we come to Mercy, and her leather strap.”  The strap he picked up looked to be about six inches wide and half an inch thick.  “This tool, also is painful for ze recipient, and does not do too much damage to the skin.  It is wide enough to spread the impact out, you see.  It is much heavier, of course, and so, it can leave deep bru