Dark Erotic Fiction

Because she had capitulated and “begged properly”, Jodi knew she was now “allowed” to have her orgasm. She wasn”t sure why she was ceding this bit of control back to him, or that it would be permanent, but she knew that for right here and right now, it was what she wanted. It rankled her a little that he had “broken” her so quickly and easily, causing her to give this tiny bit of her freedom back to him, but she was horny and his tongue was sending incredible waves of pleasure through her. Besides, giving him control over this aspect of her life increased her pleasure, and she knew it. Interestingly, since uttering the magic phrase, even if it had been only seconds ago, he was somehow increasing his efforts toward turning her mind and body into a quivering mass of sex-starved jelly. Or was it only her imagination reacting to her submission? It really didn”t matter, all she could think about was his tongue on her clit and the insatiable need he had built up in her. At the moment, her need for this orgasm was consuming her will to resist him, and her rationality with which to do that. She knew it was going to be an awesome one.

Without thinking about it, she tugged on her restraints harder, which only added to the intensity of the lust coursing through her. She loved being bound and made immobile, especially, like now, when she was naked and exposed in a way that made it easy for him to enter her. Not to mention the fact that he had been doing everything he could to enflame her passion, and he was so very good at doing that.

She knew she was building toward it quickly when without warning, she felt him jam two fingers up her ass. That did it. That threw her over the edge, and as she felt the first wave about to burst through her, she loudly announced the onset of her pleasure by shrieking, “Yes! YES!! YES!!” She then dissolved into wordless moaning as she thrashed against the chains, helpless against them as the orgasm reverberated through her body.

Outside in the living room, a smirk developed on Rita”s face. She looked up at Michelle to see the other woman returning her glance. Rita”s smile broadened as she addressed Michelle. “Oh yeah, she enjoys it.”

As the sound of Jodi”s pleasure continued to reach them, Michelle squirmed in her seat, feeling her own need building inside her. Rita knew what was happening to Michelle, so she snidely added, “Take your time. He”ll be doing that to her for hours. She”ll have trouble walking in the morning. She usually does after spending the night in his bed.”

KD frowned slightly, swallowing her jealousy. She wondered if tomorrow night he would remember his promise of this morning, and if tomorrow night would be her turn to howl in pleasure. She was slightly pissed at Jodi for having stolen her night, but based on what the other slaves had told her, she grudgingly admitted that Jodi deserved this, and more.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Shadow had maneuvered himself so he was lying fully atop her. His head was about even with her breasts, keeping his cock well away from her pussy. He kissed her breasts almost chastely, allowing her to recover, yet still giving them both a hint of the future. The very near future. He suckled at her breasts for a few minutes, comforting her more than arousing her, yet maintaining a low level of stimulation. After a while, he broadened his area of interest, kissing her all over while caressing a breast with his hand. Her body responded as it was supposed to, causing her to wordlessly signal her increasing level of arousal and her increasing need for stronger stimulation. He gave it to her.

He rolled her nipple between thumb and forefinger before he distended it by pulling it well outward from her body. While continuing to stretch her nipple, he raised his body so he hovered over her, then without warning, dropped, and rammed himself into her. She drew a sharp intake of breath, startled by the suddenness of the move, then moaned softly in pleasure, welcoming his presence in her.

Her first orgasm, for all its power, had barely put a dent in her overall lust. She was more than ready for another, and another after that one. He rode her hard, pounding her body into the mattress. She gave as good as she got, meeting his thrusts with her own and squeezing him as hard as she could with her pussy muscles. She used her lips and tongue as much as she could within her limited range of movement, but it was enough to enflame him to a grater effort.

They continued like that, in one form or another, for hours. He untied her, retied her in another position. He repeated that process over and over in a seemingly endless succession of ways to hold her available for his use. He oscillated between kissing her, whipping her, and using her, taking his pleasure in her pussy, then using her mouth to recharge his passion so he could take her again. She was insatiable and he was relentless. It was a classic “irresistible force meeting an immovable object”.

Her cries of pain were very different from her cries of pleasure, yet all who heard understood that they were really only cries of a different pleasure. At first, the newer slaves who didn”t know Jodi expressed sympathy for her ordeal, but when those sentiments were met with laughter and heaps of derision from the slaves who did know her, they eventually changed their opinions. Veronica, the youngest and least worldly of the new slaves, was the hardest to convince. Sasha finally quashed her final objections by pointing out the plainly obvious fact that Jodi was a free woman who could demand to be released at any time she wished it. “Or”, she said, capping her arguments as she ended with the observation, “With her level of skill in karate, she could kick master”s ass six ways from Sunday, and as a free woman who was being whipped, she wouldn”t have to worry about a thing.”

Shadow knew he was all but done for the night. Jodi might be capable of going another six rounds, but he knew he was only going to make one more. He gently pulled Jodi up from her knees, removed the armbinder from her, then carried her back to his bed, softly depositing her on it as he had done hours before. This time he crawled into the bed with her, enveloped her in his arms, and gently made love to her.

When it was over, he rolled onto his back, but kept one arm around her, pulling her into his side so that she nestled her cheek on his chest. He held her tightly for a minute, then quietly said, “I hope that has shown you the error of being an impertinent wench and you have learned your lesson.” She smirked in the darkness, answering, “Oh it did, more than you know.” He thought she was speaking in hyperbole and never thought more of it. She lay against him thinking. You have shown me more than you realize my love, and now I will have to break the news to Doctor Rhys. He”ll be so disappointed. She snuggled in just a hair closer, threw her arm across his chest, draped her leg over his, and did her best to entwine herself more fully with him. Thank you, Monica. She softly kissed his chest once, then followed him into sleep.

Well eastward of where Jodi had been living her dream, another woman had been living a dream also. Although in her case, while it too was a dream, the term more commonly used to describe it was “nightmare”.

Tweedle Duh had been introduced to the intricacies of playing “Please, Mistress”. She did not do well in the game, and she was definitely did not enjoy her role in it. The game had begun almost innocently, with her being ordered to her hands and knees, then told to remain absolutely motionless. Carmella then placed a long stem wine glass on her butt, using her as an end table. That wasn”t so bad, because Carmella took occasional sips from the glass, allowing Tweedle Duh brief periods of time in which she could relax a fraction. That changed, however, after Carmella brought Tweedle Dee and Bubbles into the room.

When Carmella began playing with the other two, she ignored Tweedle Duh for longer and longer periods. Tweedle Duh had been quite peremptorily told that if she spilled the wine, she would be severely punished. She had no doubts that the threat would be carried out, having heard about her predecessor”s fate during another session of the game. Remaining sufficiently motionless to not cause the glass to topple, and to do so for an extended period of time is quite impossible. If nothing else, the slave”s muscles will begin to quiver involuntarily. The inevitable occurred, and naturally, the event did not go unnoticed by Carmella.

Before she could divert her attention to the most recent infraction of her orders, Carmella had to place Bubbles and Tweedle Dee in appropriate holding positions. She ceased the whipping in progress and released them from the vertical spread-eagle they had each been in. Starting with Bubbles, she tied both women in an identical manner. Their new position began with their arms being pulled upwards behind their back, into a reverse prayer. With their wrists tied together, Carmella added a strap around each of their elbows, then tightened that as much as her strength would allow. With that done, she returned to the wrist tie, added a rope from that to the back of the slave”s collar, then pulled the rope tight, pulling the slave”s arms upward into a still more painful alignment. Short chains were added to connect the slave”s ankles together, then the two slaves, now identically bound, were brought close together to face each other. She positioned them under an overhead hook.

As she dragged a short stepstool over to enable her to reach the hook, she grudgingly admitted to herself that the adjustable cable arrangement she had seen in the video of Shadow”s apartment made much more sense than her static hook. In fact, she had already contacted a few companies to inquire about having one installed in her apartment.   Dismissing that thought for the moment, she threaded two light ropes through the hook, letting all four ends dangle to where they would be easily reached from the floor.

In a departure from her normal way of playing the game, Carmella gagged the two slaves. She usually wanted them able to beg for respite, but now she was more interested in leaving them quietly in the background while she concentrated on Tweedle Duh”s punishment.

Next, she took four wedge-shaped blocks and placed them on the floor next to each of the slave”s feet. The wedges had a nail”s sharp end protruding upward two inches from the sloped surface. She ordered Tweedle Dee up onto her toes, then slid one of the blocks under each of her feet, positioning the nail so that it would puncture Tweedle Dee”s sole right in the arch of her foot, if she lowered herself from her toes. She did the same to Bubbles. With both slaves high on their toes she placed nose hooks in each slave”s nostrils, then taking one of the free ends from both ropes, she tied both nose hooks with each rope, binding all four items into a single unit. Then, taking the remaining free end from the first rope, she pulled all the slack out of it, setting the nose hooks firmly in both slave”s noses and tied that end to Tweedle Dee”s collar. The free end of the second rope, similarly taut, went onto Bubble”s collar. She kicked the wedges out from under the slave”s feet, and stood back to admire their posture. Standing high on their toes, with their heads pulled sharply upward, they looked nicely posed, but very uncomfortable. If either slave lowered her heels, she would punish both herself and her sister slave by pulling the nose hook more deeply, and painfully, into their nostrils. Grinning at the tableau, she turned away from them to focus on Tweedle Duh.

She went back to Tweedle Duh, and sneered down at her. “You miserable, useless piece of shit. I give you the simplest chore, just to remain stationary, and you can”t even do that correctly.” She sighed theatrically, “Very well, I shall have to train you in even the most basic of things. It”s so hard to find good slaves any more. Go fetch two punishment dildos, one for your ass and one for your pussy. Get a crotch strap to hold them in. Be quick about it.”

Tweedle Duh returned holding the items she had been ordered to obtain. She stopped in front of her mistress, then stood awaiting orders. Carmella held her hand out and demanded, “Give it to me.”

Tweedle Duh cautiously held all three items out, then nervously asked, “Give you what, mistress?”

“The remote, you brainless twit, the remote for the dildos.” Seeing the panic-stricken look on Tweedle Duh”s face, she loudly barked, “You didn”t bring it? Don”t tell me you”re that ignorant! You can”t possibly be that stupid.” She looked up at the ceiling, softly pleading, “Dear god, why are slaves so dense? No wonder they aren”t considered to be human, she”s straining her meager intelligence just remembering to breath.”

Looking back at Tweedle Duh, she very slowly said, “The remote, you blithering idiot, the device I use to turn the dildos on and off. Get it for me.”

Tweedle Duh turned and took off at a run. She returned seconds later and dropped to her knees to hold the remote out for her mistress to take from her upturned palms. Carmella snatched the remote from Tweedle Duh”s hands, then in a weary voice said, “Get up you ignoramus.” Tweedle Duh still had the dildos. Carmella pointed to them saying, “Shove them up your ass and pussy. Now. Do it quickly.”

Tweedle Duh took the pussy dildo and brought it to her mouth to lick and moisten with her lips. As soon as she brought it to her mouth, Carmella shrieked, “Did I tell you lick it? Did I give you permission to moisten it? DID I?”

Tweedle Duh bowed her head, quietly answering, “No mistress, you didn”t. I”m sorry.”

Carmella stared at the poor slave with a stern expression. You”re perfect. You fall for the easiest traps, giving me reason to punish you. I would still have punished you even if you hadn”t, but this way you think it”s your own fault and for that, you”ll work harder to be better. I love it. Giving the impression she was giving the matter deep thought, Carmella finally brightened her expression, then without a word of explanation, headed to the cabinet holding her toys. She studied the contents of a high shelf for a minute, then selected a jar with a yellow label. She returned to Tweedle Duh, unscrewed the lid and pulled the top off. Attached to the underside of the lid, a brush emerged, covered with the contents of the jar; a semi-liquid, somewhat thicker than honey, it was a consistency almost like soft peanut butter. She imperiously held her hand out, and Tweedle Duh knew she was to hand the dildo over.

Being very careful not to get any on her hands, Carmella used the brush to liberally coat the dildo with the stuff. “Since you were so intent on lubricating these first, I”m seeing to your wish.” She handed it back to Tweedle Duh, saying, “Now, give me the other one, then shove this in.” Without hesitating, Tweedle Duh shoved the coated dildo into her pussy. Seconds later, Carmella handed her the second, which Tweedle Duh immediately shoved up her own ass. Without being told to, Tweedle Duh secured the dildos inside her with the crotch strap. Carmella watched her slave for a few seconds, then announced, “Armbinder.”

Once again, Tweedle Duh raced to obtain the demanded item, returning with it as quickly as she could. Carmella was quite adept at fastening the device onto her slave”s arms, so it took very little time before Tweedle Duh was properly bound and helpless in it.

While the armbinder was being fastened onto her, Tweedle Duh felt a slight itch in her pussy, although she didn”t think too much of it. She tried to use her leg to squeeze her pussy muscles more tightly in a vain attempt to “scratch” the itch. It didn”t work. Carmella noticed and grinned with a cruel, self-satisfied snicker.

With Tweedle Duh properly bound, Carmella motioned vaguely toward the fireplace and told Tweedle Duh to stand over there. Once there, she was told to stand with her legs spread, and to stand perfectly still. Carmella turned away, again going to her toy collection. She returned with an eight-foot long singletail whip. She stood in front of Tweedle Duh at the perfect whipping distance from her, lazily flicking the whip beside her leg. She chose to tell Tweedle Duh what was going to happen.

“This is a lesson in how to remain motionless. The goop I put on your dildos is an itching salve. It takes about five minutes for your body heat to activate it, but then I”ve been told, the stuff causes incredibly intense itching. It will create an irresistible urge to scratch when applied to skin anywhere. And its far, far worse on sensitive areas and mucus membranes. In case you”re too uneducated to know what I”m talking about, your pussy and asshole are considered “sensitive areas” for this purpose. Just so you know, there is an antidote for it.. I have it, so I can stop the itching anytime I want to. If you do well, I will allow you to use it. Otherwise, the goop takes about twelve hours to dissolve in your body.”

“I”ve done you a favor by binding your arms, because if your hands were free you would not be able to resist scratching yourself. Not that it would help, but you would do it anyway. It”s a favor to you because I will whip you every time you so much as twitch a muscle.”

With her speech concluded, Carmella continued to watch her slave closely. She watched the sheen of sweat develop on the slave”s face, then as the muscles around her eyes began to show signs of tightening. She knew the itching was getting to her.

Tweedle Duh was in agony. The itching was the most intense, deeply seated, strongest itching sensation she had ever felt. It was relentless. Most itching will cease by itself if you can resist scratching it. Chemically induced itching, like poison ivy will also, although most people can”t wait long enough for it to happen, and end up scratching it. This salve was formulated with the goal of not stopping the sensation even for an instant.

Very shortly after the White Slave Act was passed, it became evident that slavery was taking hold broadly in the U.S., with slave ownership becoming commonplace at all levels of the social strata. It was further evident that slave owners, for the most part, enjoyed punishing and torturing their slaves. A young chemist took note and realized the moral landscape was changing dramatically. He had been working on the chemistry of rashes, many of which produced an itch along with the usual skin eruptions and discolorations. He saw the commercial potential opening up and switched his goal from minimizing and preventing or curing rashes to inducing and maximizing the side effect of itching.

He quit his job at a chemical laboratory, then using his savings, and loans from his family, he soon produced small batches of a reasonably effective itch-causing salve. It sold well and with his patents in place, he looked for a producer who could produce larger quantities. The business followed the classic pattern of immediate consumer acceptance, followed by skyrocketing sales which generated enough cash to allow for greatly accelerated research and product improvement and diversification. He quickly sat atop a slavery-focused industry that produced many different products designed for use on slaves. The most popular were the itch salve and the “hot” salves.

The burning sensation in one”s mouth caused by eating hot peppers was a well-understood phenomenon. The acids in food that caused the burning sensation had long ago been discovered. He simply found ways to increase the magnitude of the sensation, and prolong the effects. His company produced burning salves in three intensities, and each version in formulations of different duration, ranging from one hour to twelve hours. His most popular product however, came as a bit of a surprise. His biggest seller was the antidote salve. Luckily for him, he was able to produce one version that would work on both the itching and the burning products. Market research revealed that the antidote was so successful because it was seen as increasing the master”s (or mistress”, as in this case) power.

The logic behind this somewhat counter-intuitive idea was that with no antidote, once applied, the mistress was as helpless as the slave in letting the salve run its course, waiting until the slave”s body absorbed and dissolved the irritant. With the antidote on hand, however, the mistress was firmly in control and could provide relief whenever she chose to. Or not. Slaves saw this as an enormous bit of control in their mistress” hand, and reacted accordingly.

After ten minutes, Tweedle Duh would have happily done anything in order to be given the antidote. The itching was unbearable. She had already received three lashes from Carmella for muscle twitching ad she knew she would soon collapse into an orgy of rubbing her ass and pussy on anything she could get close to in an effort to relieve the itch. Desperate for any form of respite, however slight, she squeezed her ass and pussy muscles tightly, hoping to ease the sensation. It didn”t help. But Carmella saw the muscle contractions, and brought the whip into play in response. She laid a line across Tweedle Duh”s breasts. Being whipped on her breasts was more than she could take and still remain motionless. She jerked strongly, as she reflexively twisted away from the pain of the whip.

Carmella put her fists on her hips, staring coldly at Tweedle Duh. “Really! This is too much. Have you no self-control at all? You are supposed to be learning how to be still, not dancing and jerking around like a hussy. Now there”s no excusing you, I have to give you a whipping for such a gross transgression of my orders. But since I”m the most kind and considerate mistress, I will not only give you a choice, I”ll help you with the itching problem if you wish it.”

Tweedle Duh was ready to fall to her knees and kiss her mistress” feet for offering to give her the itching antidote. The itching was driving her insane. But such was not to be; Carmella had a different idea in mind.

“I will whip your ass, or if you prefer, your pussy. Whipping your pussy should help with the itching.” Carmella knew damn well it wouldn”t, because the itching was located too deeply in her pussy, far beyond the reach and effect of what a whip could do. But she was willing to bet that Tweedle Duh didn”t know that. But even is she did, Carmella was also willing to bet that she was desperate enough to try anything, including being whipped on her pussy. With smug satisfaction, she asked, “Well, slave?”

There was no decision as far as Tweedle Duh was concerned; she would accept anything that offered the possibility of relief from the itching.

“Thank you, mistress, please whip my pussy.”

Carmella lost no time in complying with that request. She laid ten hard, stinging hits onto her target, reveling in the howls of pain she brought forth.. To her credit, Tweedle Duh took the hits with remarkable aplomb. Which is not to say she remained motionless, that was far from the case. But her shudders and jerking were much less than would be expected as a result of the brutal punishment she received.

When it was over, Carmella casually coiled the whip then set it on a chair. She walked away without a word to Tweedle Duh, heading into the kitchen to get herself a drink of water. By the time she returned a few moments later, the pain in Tweedle Duh”s pussy had somewhat subsided and was being overridden by the return of the itching. She stood close to the still suffering slave. Knowing full well that Tweedle Duh was undergoing a torment worthy of hell, she taunted the slave still further. “There, poor baby., that should make you feel better for a while. You relax a bit, while I go tend to the other two.”

Tweedle Duh knew that meant she would be abandoned for at least half an hour, and probably longer. That was not endurable. She had to put an end to the itching, otherwise she would go mad from the torment. With her desperation at full, she seized on the only alternative she could think of. She threw herself to her knees, bent to kiss Carmella”s feet, then sobbed, “No, mistress, please, don”t leave me like this. Please, mistress, give me the antidote. Please mistress, I beg of you, please mistress.” She licked Carmella”s shoes and feet, sobbing and begging.

That did it for Carmella. Breathing heavily from arousal, she allowed that to continue for a minute, giving Tweedle Duh hope, but then abruptly lifted her foot into Tweedle Duh”s mouth, kicking the slave upward. “Come with me.”

Without waiting for Tweedle Duh, Carmella turned and went to the other two slaves. She reached up to remove the gag from Bubble”s mouth, then turned, seeking Tweedle Duh. Tweedle Duh was right behind her. Carmella held the still-warm gag up to Tweedle Duh”s mouth without saying a word. Tweedle Duh knew she was expected to accept it, so she obediently opened her mouth to receive it. As she buckled it onto Tweedle Duh”s head, she muttered, “This will stop you from continuing that annoying begging.”

Quickly freeing Bubbles and Tweedle Dee from their position, she pulled Tweedle Duh into the vacated space, tied a rope to the end of the armbinder, then pulled the slave”s arms up into a tight strappado, tying her there. Done with Tweedle Duh for the moment, she turned to Bubbles. “You will lick my pussy.” Looking at Tweedle Dee, she commanded, “You will lick my feet and suck my toes.” She regally walked to a chair where she could stretch out and receive her pleasure in comfort.

As she watched Carmella walk away, Tweedle Duh knew she was being abandoned for an hour or longer. That thought was too much to bear. She burst into tears of frustration and despair as she tried desperately to find a way to relieve the itching in her pussy and asshole.

The next morning, the trainees at Jillian’s Slave Training Studio were given breakfast, which they ate one-handed, and allowed to use the toilet. They all understood the price of getting wiped. The pain slaves commented on several of the trainees who had improved in their technique overnight. “Did you practice a lot? Give me another lick.”
The video crews were recording most activity for possible inclusion in the TV show. After all the preliminaries were out of the way, the trainees were assembled on the training floor. Jillian was there with Jimmy. She spoke to the trainees.
“Today we will be doing some lecturing and some demonstrations of slave situations and the responses that you should have to them. However, first up we have a body modification. One of your owners watched the show in preview last night and liked the suggestion that the slave herself made. Meet out guest, Ralph the Piercer.” She gestured towards a large man, balding with a tummy on him, who was standing off to the side carrying a large case. “And now for the guest of honor, the piercee.” Two pain slaves swept in behind the girl who had been led around on a chain connected to a nipple clamp attached to her clit. They grabbed her arms and lifted her to her feet, then steered her over to a table with restraints designed to immobilize the body and legs, with the legs splayed wide open. They efficiently bound the trainee to the table. She was gasping in fear but not making any intelligible comments. “As you may recall from our last show, this slave didn’t feel like a slave until she was led around handcuffed, gagged, and leashed by a ring in her clit. We substituted a nipple clamp for the ring in her clit, but her owner found the whole thing so delicious that he allowed us to make it happen for real.” At that point the slave on the table started to scream. A pain slave pressed a ball gag to her mouth, but she resisted it. Jillian uncoiled her whip and gave her two snaps, one on each thigh. This brought her mouth wide open for a scream, and the pain slave pushed the ball in and buckled the gag tight.
“Ralph will install a clit ring and two nipple rings. Unlike most clit rings, this one is functional, not decorative, so it will be of a far heavier gauge and go deeper into the flesh behind the clit. If she balks when leashed by the ring, it will probably rip out a section of flesh she treasures, so she will be very obedient. Ralph, please proceed and give our audience a running commentary.”
“Delighted to, Jillian. I like this kind of piercing. It is both aesthetically pleasing and functional, giving the owner beauty and practical usefulness.” He held up a ring three quarters of an inch in diameter. “This is a special alloy of gold that is much stronger than most. The pointed end of the open loop goes through the piercing hole, and is bent with special tools to meet with the other end of the loop. I use a crimping tool to seal the two ends together. A little twist, and the joint goes into the flesh and it appears to be a solid ring. I’ll use less massive rings in the nipples.”
He opened his case and removed a syringe. “Her owner asked that she not suffer much pain, so I’m giving her a shot to block the feeling. I can’t do this for free women, but I can for slaves.” He swiftly injected the drug in a site next to her clit, then prepared an instrument that looked like a large paper punch, loading the clit ring into it. He carefully examined the slave’s perineum, decided on the site for the piercing to enter, swabbed it with alcohol, and marked it with a small marker. He then lifted the instrument, placed it over her clit, and squeezed the handle.
Even with the numbing and the gag, the slave shook and let out a strangled scream. The piercer withdrew the piercing tool and switched to a crimping tool to finish the job. Fifteen seconds later, the job was done. He put antibiotic ointment on the site and bandaged it. The piercings for the nipple rings went faster. When he was done, Jillian thanked him warmly. “Thank you, Ralph.” She turned to the camera. “In Eastlake, see Ralph for piercings and tattoos. He specializes in decorating slaves. We’ll have him back here later to mark most of these slaves for their owners.” Ralph took a bow and left the set.
Jillian continued, “This slave won’t be participating in some of today’s activities, but will be attending lectures. Today, we will concentrate on submission, servility, and obedience.”
They separated the trainees into three groups of three and one pair, leaving the newly-pierced trainee on the table tightly bound and gagged. They inserted radio-controlled shock dildos into all twelve of the trainees and put leather harnesses on the eleven ambulatory slaves to hold them in. Each trainee had a pain slave with the radio control for that trainee’s dildo.
“This is the deal. You will be given instructions. You will immediately follow the instructions. Any failure or delay will result in a pussy zap. You need to know what you will be facing, so feel it now.” When Jillian said “now,” all of the pain slaves with remote controls pressed their buttons. All of the trainees yelped. “When we start, there will be no sound from the trainees. Yelps or any other sound gets you zapped. Performing an act incorrectly gets you zapped. Delaying performing an act gets you zapped. The pain slaves may increase or decrease the intensity and duration of the zaps as they see fit according to your performance. Begin.”
For the next few minutes it was a madhouse while pain slaves told trainees to sit, stand, turn, take a step, bend over, look up, and other relatively trivial commands. Almost all of the trainees were continually shocked for the first minute. The ones that made noise were shocked more severely. Most of them finally started following the orders without thinking about them, which seemed to be the point of the exercise. The newly-pierced slave was given commands to move her hands, feet, and head, and was shocked just as much as the others.
Jillian watched the bedlam with a smile. She noticed that her cousin Belinda was getting fewer shocks than the others, and it was because she was doing what she was told, rather than the pain slaves giving her special treatment. Other than Jimmy and Donna, no one else knew about Belinda’s relationship with Jillian.
Jimmy had a big grin on his face and a massive erection in his pants, and Jillian noticed both. He said he didn’t want to cause pain, but he sure enjoyed watching it inflicted, she noticed. He had also enjoyed whipping one of her pain sluts, but that might have been because it gave the pain slut orgasms.
When the new slaves had settled into doing as they were told, Jillian ended the exercise. “OK, ladies, the next thing is the whipping posts for another introductory whipping. You may as well get used to it. The shock dildos will remain inside for extra pain and for disciplinary reasons, so behave yourselves. As I mentioned last night, many owners like to whip slaves even if they haven’t done anything to deserve it. That isn’t a good slave management technique, but they do it for their own gratification, so the sooner you learn to tolerate it, the better.” Several of the slaves moaned when she announced the whippings, and the pain slaves dutifully shocked the moaners. “After the whippings, we will bring in the testers for an evaluation fuck. Be enthusiastic, slaves; a good rating will help you a lot, and enthusiastic fucking is almost always a big plus for a slave.”
The pain slaves hung the trainees from the whipping posts with practiced efficiency. None of the trainees resisted or made noise; they mutely accepted what was coming to them. Jillian was proud that Belinda was taking it calmly. After the trainees were all properly positioned for whipping, Jillian walked down the line and used her whip to strike a target on each slave. Most got a stripe across a breast, but some got legs or abdomen. Belinda got a breast stripe. After Jillian finished her first trip down the line, one of her whipping slaves followed her down the line with a crop, snapping each dangling slave smartly on the left nipple. After the second smack, the pain slaves rotated each trainee so her back was available. Jillian took another trip down the line, giving each trainee a stripe across her butt. After that, she nodded at a pain slave with a control box, who pressed a button. All of the trainees shook as their dildos gave them the most painful shock yet.
“Let them down and chain them back up. Bring out the test beds, and bring on the sex testers!”
Twelve men walked out onto the training floor wearing loincloths. It was the show’s producer’s way of making things more exotic. Jillian thought it was funny. The pain slaves put each newly-whipped woman on a mattress. Each woman had an attendant with a whip to keep her in line. Other pain slaves removed the shock dildos. Even the newly-pierced slave was presented for sex.
The testers dropped their loincloths and immediately started to fuck their assigned slave. They were dictating comments to a recorder set up next to each bed. Some were clearly unhappy with their slaves for lack of lubrication; they withdrew and pain slaves added lube from tubes, after which the testers began again. Some trainees were obviously trying to make it good for the tester, while others didn’t seem to know what to do or were consumed by the pain they had just been given. The sex didn’t last a long time. It appeared that the main criterion for the testers this time was active participation, which was difficult because the trainees were all wearing their belly chains. Each tester finished, dictated his final comments, picked up his loincloth, and left the training area.
Jimmy stepped in after the last tester left. “That’s a lot of men’s dream job, but it is difficult to get it up often enough to be really good at it. After the commercial break, we’ll be back with the trainees back on the whipping posts with their initial ratings.”
The next scene had all the trainees hung back up on the whipping posts with numbers written between their breasts. Jillian stepped to the first slave and said, “This slave got a 6.1. That’s not bad, considering she had just been whipped and was chained, but we want improvement over that as training progresses. She doesn’t earn another whipping, though, because she was trying.” Jillian moved on to another slave. “This one got a 3. She was dry and didn’t respond to her fuck tester at all.” Jillian uncoiled her whip and gave the unfortunate slave a lash on each breast. The girl let out a load moan, but didn’t scream. “She is getting better about taking a whipping, though.” Jillian moved down the line of slaves, commenting on scores and the reasons for them, and whipping slaves that hadn’t at least tried to please their fuck tester. The last one in the line was Belinda, who had a 7.5 between her breasts. “This one was the star of the fuck testing. She was wet and she gave the tester a good, cooperative fuck; she moved as well as she could when she was in the belly chains. She gets a reward.” Pain slaves took Belinda down from the pole, removed all her restraints, and took her to a bed where another fuck tester was waiting. The fuck tester immediately mounted her, and the sex was fast, physical, and cooperative. They both moved to make the sex mutually satisfying. When the fuck tester rose, pain slaves re-chained Belinda. Jimmy went over to the tester and asked him, “What’s her rating for that one?”
The sweating tester took a deep breath to slow his fast breathing, then replied, “That was a 9. A little training and she could be a champion.”
Jimmy turned to the newly-chained Belinda and asked her, “Was it a nice reward?”
She smiled and said, “Yes, sir, it was wonderful. I’m glad I pleased him. Could I please you the same way?”
“I’m sure you could, but not right now.”
The camera switched back to Jillian, who said, “That is proper slave conduct, to attempt to please a superior. Learn well, the rest of you.” Jimmy came over to stand beside her and said, “That’s it for this episode. Tune in next time as we continue to train new slaves for their lucky owners.” The camera pulled back to show pain slaves putting the electric shock dildos back in the trainees as Jillian and Jimmy walked off the set.
Back at her office, Jimmy asked Jillian, “Was her winning a setup?”
“No. I am not going to give her any preferred status. She got what she got because the testers gave her the highest rating. I liked what she said after her reward.”
“So did I. I’m tempted to take her up on it.”
“Then do. I am your slave and all my slaves are your slaves. If you want her, take her. It will please her, and it will please you, which will please me. Maybe not as much as me getting the same fucking, but it will please me.”
“Let’s get you that fucking now.”
“Yes, Master. Off to my bed?”
“On the double, wench!”
They both laughed and walked to her quarters.
As he undressed, she asked, “Why didn’t you just bend me over my desk, like before?”
“That was fun, but the bed is more comfortable, and that’s what I want this time.”
“Me, too. Thank you.”
“Of course. I want you to enjoy sex, too.”
As they started kissing, a voice from the living room called out, “Jillian?”
Jillian grinned and called back, “In here, Donna.”
Donna came in the room. As she was about to speak to Jillian, she noticed the situation and blushed. She stammered out “I’m sorry; it can wait,” and started backing out of the room.
“Stop right there, Donna. Jimmy, do you want me to chain her up so she can watch?”
Jimmy grinned, too. “No, I’d like to do it myself. We really must remember to put that sock on the doorknob.” He stood, grabbed some handcuffs from the bedside table, and cuffed Donna behind her back, then rubbed her breasts as he stood behind her.
“I think she likes that, Jimmy.”
“I do like it. Please keep doing it,” replied Donna.
“You should get one of those dildo poles to mount her on if we are going to keep doing this.”
“I have several. Do you want me to bring one in here?”
“Not right now. I want to get inside you now.”
“Good. Donna, you stand there and watch.”
“Meany,” replied Donna, smiling.
“You bet, and you should know.”
Jimmy skipped further foreplay; he entered her and started stroking hard. Jillian sighed and responded by pushing back. Sometimes she wanted a long build-up; today she wanted to be fucked hard. She didn’t know if Jimmy knew that or whether he just wanted to fuck her hard, but she was happy he was doing it. She was surprised but happy that it was lasting longer than she expected. When they were done, he rolled off of her and said, “OK, Donna, clean me off.” Donna bent over and took him into her mouth and slowly cleaned the mixed juices off his member.
Jillian watched with amusement. “Maybe I wanted to do that.”
“We made her watch. She might as well get some fun out of it. Or would that be humiliation?”
“She loves that, so fun is the word.”
“Don’t forget to get that pole in here. We could also use a pillory, I think.”
“We could use it, or you would?”
“You’re right; I would use it. You would just be in or on it. Or Donna, of course.”
“Good. What kind of pillory, the classical one, or the one meant for sex and comfort that bends the woman over farther and lets her relax more?”
“I like the new ones, so get one of those.”
“Oh, I forgot to tell you. You are now on the board of the slave trust that owns me, and on the boards of the other trusts that own my personal slaves, including Donna and Belinda. You have full sexual access by their charters, not just by my permission any more. It also includes whipping and punishment rights.”
“And who else has those rights?”
“The other members are representatives of finance firms and law firms, and as such aren’t the real members; the institutions they represent are. They are governed by a very complicated set of rules that effectively makes them do what I tell them. You are not constrained like they are. Therefore, you have all the authority for sex and punishment.”
“I’m drunk with power already.”
“Please use your power frequently, oh mighty one.”
“Which power? Fucking or whipping?”
“Your choice. It’s all attention.”
“You don’t fool me. You want the fucking.”
“I’d prefer it, but I am serious — if you want to whip or punish me, you go ahead and do it. Donna is a better target for the whip, and I know you liked whipping my whipping slave.”
“I liked it because she enjoyed it. She climaxed when I smacked her.”
“You also got hard when the trainees were being zapped.”
“That is true. Maybe I should put one of those inside you and see if I like it when I zap you.”
“Please do. I actually like a little electricity.”
“I meant as much electricity as the trainees were getting.”
“Like I said, I like a little electricity.”
“Good! I’ll put one in Donna, too, and zap you both at once.” He stood up, took off Donna’s handcuffs, and said, “Go get two of those dildos, their control boxes, and two of the harnesses that keep them inside.”
As Donna turned to leave, Jillian said, “What did you want when you came in here?”
Donna replied, “We started the suck training, and they wanted to know if you wanted to be on camera to introduce it.”
Jimmy said, “No, we can shoot that in a separate scene or do a voice-over.” Donna nodded and left.
Out on the training floor, the trainees were bent over training dummies with dildos sticking up. The training slave in charge was lecturing them on technique, and the trainees did what they were being told about. Each trainee had an attendant who was monitoring her performance and giving corrections and additional guidance. Occasionally, a trainee got a shock as a correction. Donna went past them and got the equipment she had been sent for. When she returned, she put the dildos and harnesses on the bed and handled the control units to Jimmy. “Do you want to put these in us, or do you want us to do it?” she asked.
Jimmy said, “I’ll insert the dildos, then you put on the harnesses.” He picked up one dildo and slid it easily into Jillian, who was wet with her own secretions and Jimmy’s. When he approached Donna, she spread her legs wide, and he put the dildo at her entrance and pushed. It went in quite readily. “So, you were excited, I see.”
“Yes, I was. I like watching sex, and I like being bound.”
“Good. Do you like pussy zaps?”
“Not as much as sex, but I do like them.”
“OK, you two, get the harnesses on.”
The two women buckled the belts around them, then ran the crotch strap through their crotches and through the ring on the end of the dildo, then up to a buckle on the front of the belt, then buckled them tightly. Jimmy watched them and smiled when the dildos were pushed inside by the tight strap. He fumbled in a toy box, then approached them with four small padlocks. “Let’s make them stay on.” He snapped the locks though small loops at the ends of the prongs of the buckles. “Now to decide whether you should be bound when I zap you.” He looked at them for a few seconds, then pressed a button on each control. Each woman jerked, then smiled at him.
“That was a really low-powered shock,” said Donna.
“Yes, I wanted to know how the various strengths of shock affected you.” He walked over to Jillian and felt her crotch. “It seems that the low power just gets you wetter.” He felt Donna, too, and said, “Yes. It gets you wetter.” He rummaged through the toy box and came up with three sets of handcuffs. He went to Jillian, attached one to her right wrist, and connected her to a wall ring. He tethered Donna to another wall ring, then used the third set to connect their free hands together. “That’s a pretty picture.” He got out his cell phone and took a few snapshots. They smiled and posed for him. “OK, ladies, let’s use a little more juice.” He adjusted the controls and pressed both buttons. They both shrieked and jumped. Both of them trembled and gasped. Jimmy felt both of them and found a great deal of moisture, and Donna was rhythmically pulsing. “A stronger shock makes you come, Donna?”
“Yes, Master. Middle-level shocks almost always make me come. Thank you, Master.”
“What about you, Jillian?”
“I don’t usually come from shocks. It takes lower-level electrical stimulation for a long time, but then I come like a freight train.”
Jimmy decided to try a stronger shock. Donna came again, but Jimmy was more interested in Jillian’s response. She shook and gasped, then shook again. He felt her pelvis; it was like she had almost come, but just missed it. He fired off the same shock again, and this time she went over the edge, wailing “Oh my ….” as she shook. Donna came again, but not in such a spectacular manner. She watched Jillian in wide-eyed amazement.
When she was quiet again, Jimmy said, “What kind of shock makes you come, Jillian?”
“That was a first.” She looked at him intently. “Maybe it matters who is pressing the button. Please, Master, press it again.”
He pressed the buttons again. Donna didn’t come, but she shook. Jillian came even harder, shouting incoherently and shaking all over. She would have fallen to the floor if Jimmy hadn’t caught her and supported her. When she was stable on her feet again, Jimmy unlocked the cuffs connecting them to the wall and to each other.
Jillian came to him and hugged him hard. “Thank you, Master. That was wonderful. I only expected pain, but I got a most wonderful gift. If I got a dildo that will stay in without the harness, will you make me wear it and use it on me?”
“Of course, Jillian.”
“Thank you, Master.” Her hand fell to his groin and explored. She smiled up at him. “It seems that shocking us gives you an erection just like the pain slaves shocking the trainees. Would you like to use that on me again?”
He smiled, but didn’t respond. He just got the padlock key and removed the two padlocks from her belt. Donna was left on her own, but without handcuffs; Jimmy noticed she had both hands at her crotch, pleasuring herself. Jillian stripped off the harness and extracted the dildo as fast as she could, then joined Jimmy on the bed. Jimmy was again in the mood for no foreplay. He climbed on her and started a hard, hammering fuck that lasted a very long time. Jillian came twice before Jimmy did. After he climaxed, he lay atop her and didn’t move. After a while, Jillian said, “Are you OK, Jimmy?” The response she got was a snore. She smiled and relaxed, and decided that being his mattress with him still inside her wasn’t a bad thing.
Donna said, “You wore him out.”
“Yes, I did, and I’m honored that he’s still on top of me. You can be in charge of the training until he wakes up and lets me loose.”
“I still have this in me,” said Donna, pointing at her crotch.
“Yes, you do. You can show them that even senior slaves sometimes get to wear toys like that.” Jillian reached out to the control boxes that were still on the bed, dialed one down, and pressed both buttons. Donna jumped and shook, but not like she did for the more powerful shocks. “Good, this control is yours. I’ll just keep it here so I can call you back when I need you.” Donna grinned and left the room. Just before the outer door to her quarters closed, Jillian pressed the button again. Donna came back in and said, “Yes, Boss?”
“That wasn’t a call. That was just for your pleasure.”
“Thanks, Boss.”

(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.