Dark Erotic Fiction

Robert Staub and his current “fiancee” had just pulled into one of the “Hill’s Fine Meat” Parking lot. Bob had told her that this would spice up their sex, add some “danger” to it.

“OK Bitch, this is your last chance. Do it good enough and I don’t take you in.”

Judy Fulford had little fear, Robert had always liked her giving head. She was sure that he was just doing this to show off his power Alpha male and all that..   She even smiled as she started to go do on Bob.

What Judy didn’t know is that Bob, her “loving boyfriend”, had started to really hate her.   She seemed so, well, clingy.   Plus loosing that bet on the Knicks games didn’t help. Needed 500 fast, and well, he didn’t need to make it look like he had to push for sales, might effect the promotion. So Judy Fuckface it was. Might as well make a game out of it and get one more blow job, then tell her it wasn’t good enough and take her into Hill’s Fine Meat.   Should get enough to pay off the loses, and still have some walking around money, even if she wasn’t Grade A Prime.

Judy started with enthusiasm and skill.   Robert soon felt that tell sign that he was about to cum.   He decided to dump into her throat, so he push her head down hard on his cock, loving the feeling of her gagging on his erupting cock.   It was, truth to be told a masterful blow job.   Possibly the best she had ever done.   Too bad this was all a charade, she was going to be sold regardless of her skills. Silly bitch had signed a “pre-nupt” that stated that they were already engaging in sex. That made him a Person of Personal contacts, even with out any films of them fucking. Best bit of shyster advice he got from his lawyer. Hell, with that paper, he might as well be a husband as far as the White Slave laws went.

She looked up at him “Well?”

“Is that the best you can do?   Fuck that.   I’m selling you by the pound.”

As he drove away, $750 richer, he thought.   “That was easy, wonder if I could pull that off with Audrey Albert over in Sales and Marketing. She seems like the type that would jump for (and on) a Sr. Account rep, who was on the short list for district VP.”

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Mona, Julia, and Rebecca were at home cleaning and doing preliminary work for dinner when John’s voice came from their collars, all three at once. “I’ll be home in a few minutes, and I want you all on your poles with your wrists in the cuffs.” His message ended then, without a chance for a response. The women looked at each other, then went upstairs to the bedroom to mount themselves on the poles. Julia finally asked, after she had the pole-mounted dildo inside her and was pumping the seat up, “I don’t think he has ever given us an order like that before. Do you two know what’s going on?”
The others were just as mystified as she was. They all got the seats that the dildos were mounted on as high as they could with the foot pump, leaving them unable to get off the device, and they all locked the cuffs at the back of the seats around their wrists. Rebecca said, “If he wanted to have sex, he wouldn’t have had us do this. Maybe two of us, but not all three.”
Mona said, “Perhaps he just wants to make sure that we listen to something he has to say.” After that, conversation ended because they heard the door open downstairs, signalling John’s arrival. He took quite a while to get upstairs. His wives waited patiently; they couldn’t do much else perched on the poles, especially with their hands cuffed. He eventually walked into the bedroom carrying a drink. He looked at the row of nude women with their pussies plugged, smiled, and said, “Good. You followed my instructions.” He picked up a remote control for the poles, sat on the bed facing them, and spoke. “About two weeks ago, I told all of you that I wanted life plans from you, statements about what you wanted to accomplish, things you wanted to do, education you wanted, whatever you thought you needed to do to have a full and balanced life. I even told you that it need not be detailed or beautiful; a few sentences on a scrap of paper would do if they held the sweep of what you wanted. I asked you to get it to me in a week. I expected requests for time extensions, and would have granted them if it sounded like you were struggling with expressing things; the time limit was to get you working on it. However, none of you gave me what I wanted, and none of you asked for an extension, or asked for clarification of what I wanted, or gave me any indication that you had given the matter any thought whatsoever. My request wasn’t a whim. I really want those plans. I want to make you happy, and I need that information to guide me. However, I also need to be obeyed when I give an order. Two of you are true slave wives, and one is all but a slave wife; essentially, three slave wives. Slaves obey orders. Even well-loved slaves that have a good life obey orders. The cost of not obeying orders is punishment.” John paused, took a drink, and put the glass down on a bed-side table. He pressed some buttons on the remote control. All three women watching him got a bad feeling about the situation. He looked up and looked at each of them, then pressed another button.
The three women all got a powerful shock to the pussy and clitoris. It seemed to start at the entrance and race all the way to the end of the dildo, like a flame racing across a pool of gasoline, then reflecting and rushing back away, a tsunami of burning pain. Each woman’s clitoris felt like it was being pressed by a red-hot poker. The two sensations together were overwhelming. Mona shouted in pain. It was stronger than the shocks that Julia had tried on herself, and she was crying in pain. Rebecca, however, threw her head back and shouted in pain, but had a strange look on her face. John saw it and looked at the remote. He pressed a button to get status from Rebecca’s pole, and found to his astonishment that she was climaxing. He quickly set the remote to control only Rebecca’s pole, and repeated the shock. He checked; the second shock ended the climax and brought out what he considered a real cry of pain.
He watched the three of them shake and slowly quiet down. When they were all finally still and looking at him again, he put down the remote and picked up his drink. “You can stay there on your poles for a while. When they release you, go on about your business.” He took a drink, rose, and left the room, closing the door behind him.
All three women were crying and sniffling. Julia finally spoke, cautiously at first, fearing that the collars had been set to enforce silence. “That’s the first time he’s punished me.”
Mona said, “Same for me, unless you count him trying out the shock functions of the pole as punishment.”
Rebecca finally said, “It’s the first time he has punished me, too. I don’t consider the whipping that I asked him to do to be a punishment. The first shock gave me an orgasm. He sent a second shock to stop it. The second one just hurt.”
Mona said, “You got a second shock? I only got one.”
“Yes, but you didn’t start cumming after the shock.”
There was a period of silence. After a while Mona said, “What exactly was it he asked us to write?”
Julia replied, “I can’t remember it exactly, but what he said before he shocked us was close to it. I thought about it, but there was too much to do and I let it drop.”
Rebecca said, “I wrote some stuff, but wanted to polish it, and didn’t get back to it.”
Mona said, “I wrote some things on a pad, but I had the same problem you two did.”
Rebecca said, “When he lets us off these things, I’ll finish mine up. I can help you both get yours into a computer document so we can make it look nice to him, and it won’t take long at all.” After that, they remained silent, waiting for the poles to release them.
After about half an hour, the pole devices started to vibrate and provide pleasant electrical stimulation. They were anxious when it started, but it became apparent that it was meant to make them feel better. Each device shut off after the woman it was servicing climaxed. When all three had climaxed, the poles started to drop and the cuffs attached to the seats popped open.
They each rubbed their pussies, then fell into a three-way hug, with restrained sniffling all around. Mona asked, “Are you two OK?”
The others both nodded. Rebecca said, “Get your notes and bring them to my room.” They split up in search of their incomplete plans.
Rebecca’s room was a room set aside for her personal activities, which included computers. She had two set up in the room. Both the other wives had rooms with their own stuff in them. Rebecca sat down and brought up her life plan document, then sat and reviewed it. She told her husband and owner that she wanted to continue her education, but not necessarily to the doctorate level. She wanted to get a job more in keeping with her education, rather than the glorified system administrator position she held with his firm. It had been a good first job, but she was outgrowing it, and she had accomplished what he had wanted her to do. Most importantly, she wanted to have children, specifically his children. The first try hadn’t worked, but she wanted more than any other goal to have his children. She added that she wanted to be as good a wife and slave as she could be, and to enjoy his company and pleasures, which she hoped would include plenty of bondage, sex, and the pain she had found she wanted to feel. She decided that it was good enough and printed it out. Shortly after that, the Mona came in with her pad, which she handed to Rebecca. Her plan wasn’t very long. She said that much of what she had wanted to do was complete; her daughter was grown and in reasonably good hands (Rebecca silently disagreed that being in a suck bar was a good situation). She wanted to take a few classes, mainly in art, and to improve her skills in art. She also wanted to learn more about computers; she felt left behind as most of the people she knew were much better at using them than she was. She also wanted to get into an exercise program to make sure she didn’t get fat as she got older. Rebecca typed it in and gave her the printed page. She also said, “If you like, I can teach you some computer skills, but it might be better to take some beginner’s classes aimed at people of your skill level first.”
Julia came in shortly after that. Her list was also short, but included more specifics than the others. She wanted to take courses in management. She was in charge of a growing set of slaves at work, and she felt like it might grow beyond her ability to manage. She also wanted to take music lessons. She had always been interested, and had played piano and flute when she was young, but had not kept it up. She ended her plan with a statement that she wasn’t sure what she might want after that, and that she hoped he would allow her interests and goals to evolve slowly. Rebecca produced a cleanly printed sheet that contained her plan.
Mona said, “Now we need to go to his study and give these to him.”
Julia said, “I think we need to consider our presentation. We were just punished for not getting these to him on time. We need to give them to him, but we also need to be properly apologetic and submissive when we do it.”
Rebecca said, “I think you’re right. We should go in handcuffed and kneel.”
Mona said, “How do we carry the paper, then?”
“Let’s use paper clips to attach them to nipple clamps and wear them in front,” proposed Julia. “Do we have any nipple clamps? He’s never put a nipple clamp on me.”
Mona smiled. “Yes, I have some. He used to like to do it to me, but he moved on to other pleasures. If we use them, he may start using them again.”
“Fine by me,” said Rebecca, “but kneeling while handcuffed in these heels is going to be hard.”
Mona replied, “Not really. We kick off the shoes before going in. Let’s use ball gags too.”
They both saw the look of apprehension on Julia’s face. “What’s wrong?” asked Mona.
“I agree that we should wear gags, but the ball gags always make my mouth hurt.”
Mona said, “We also have an inflating gag that won’t do that, but it will totally silence you.”
“Good.” Julia continued, “We should also write an apology to him and have it in front of one of our life plans.”
Rebecca sat at her computer and said, “I’ll type; you guys compose.”
Mona thought for a little while, then said, “Dearest John, We are deeply ashamed to have disappointed you. We understand that the request was for our well-being and future happiness, and we understand why it upset you that we didn’t comply with your request.”
When Mona paused, Julia said, “It wasn’t a request, as we just found out. Demand seems a little harsh. How about requirements?”
Rebecca tapped at her keyboard and said, “Sounds good so far.”
Mona continued, “We have all created the plan that you required and we are presenting them to you in meek submission, hoping for forgiveness. These are our best thoughts at this time.”
Rebecca said, “Fine so far.”
Julia said, “We should probably end it with a statement of regret, our acceptance of our punishment, our desire to take any more punishment he deems necessary, and another humble request for forgiveness. We can end it with a statement of our deep and abiding love for him, our delight in him loving us, and our need for domination, sex, and bondage.”
Rebecca typed text implementing Julia’s words, then looked at the other two. “How is this?”
Mona said, “It looks good. Print it out and we’ll all sign it.” Julia nodded.
Rebecca printed it, produced a pen and handed it to Mona, placed the paper on the desk, and said, “This is like the signing of the declaration of independence, but it’s more a request for slavery.” They all smiled as they signed the paper.
Mona said, “OK, ladies, off to the bedroom so we can get our equipment and present our papers.”
Five minutes later, Mona was standing in front of the other two outside John’s study. The others were handcuffed and wearing gags; Rebecca was wearing a large ball gag, and Julia had the soft inflatable gag. Mona had a large ball gag buckled loosely around her neck. Mona fastened a set of nipple clips on both Julia and Rebecca, then fitted a paper clip over the chain connecting the pair of clips on each woman and put the life plan on the paper clip. After that, she put on her own nipple clamps, making them tighter than she had for the others, and putting her own plan and the group apology on the paperclip. Rebecca nodded at Mona’s breasts and said, in gag-talk, “higher”.
“Does that mean tighter? You want mine tighter?”
Rebecca shook her head.
“You want yours tighter? OK.” Mona adjusted the clamps until Rebecca grunted. “How about you, Julia?” Julia nodded, and Mona tightened Julia’s as well. When all that was done, she inserted and buckled her own gag, then managed to cuff herself behind her back. She turned her back to the door, turned the knob, and opened it.
She stuck her head in and caught John’s eye. He said, “Come on in.” He looked a little surprised.
All three women walked in and stood in front of him, then knelt and lowered their eyes. John studied the tableau before him, then took the papers from the paper clips. He left the nipple clamps alone. He sat and read the papers, nodding from time to time, then returned to the first page. He looked up at them and said, “I like the plans. They look a little light, but this is the kind of thing that can take a long time to flesh out. I expected that. I just wanted a good start.” He looked at Mona. “Sign up for any classes you want to take. Get any equipment that you need. Join a gym if you think that’s the way to go.” He turned to Julia. “You, too. Take any classes you need, and get yourself an instrument. We have a piano; let me know if it is good enough. Have it tuned.” He turned to Rebecca. “I expected that you would want to take on a bigger role somewhere. We need to find a replacement for you, and I would rather it be a slave. When we get that done, we can look for other positions for you. Your request to have children has already been approved.” He stopped and chuckled. “Your request for pain is also approved, but after what just happened, I’m surprised.” Rebecca quivered, with the quivering centering on her belly. “Oh, you liked the first zap, didn’t you?” She nodded.
He looked back down at the paper in his hand. “Thank you for apologizing. You are all forgiven. It bothered me to punish you, but I thought I needed to make it clear. Is it clear?” They all nodded. “Then there isn’t any need for more punishment.” He paused. “Recently, I’ve felt a desire to inflict a little pain. Rebecca wants me to do it, but if I do it for my sake rather than hers, I should make it equal across all of you. Expect that I will be doing some pain play, although I don’t think it will be as painful as today’s was, and it won’t be right away.” He looked over his bound slave wives and smiled. “What I’ve done and what you just did has excited me. I need to mount one of you soon. I want just one, so how do I choose fairly?” He reflected for a while as his wives looked on, each plainly hoping that he would choose her. He finally reached into a desk drawer and pulled out a six-sided die. “Mona, you are one and four. Julia, you are two and five. Rebecca, you are three and six.” He rolled the die on the floor of his study in between him and the fettered women. When it stopped, the six was on top. “Rebecca it is. The other two can go on the poles for a replay.” Mona and Julia looked at each other with fear. He laughed. “Just kidding. I’ll put them on the maximum orgasm program.” He rose and helped each wife to her feet, then swatted them lightly on the bottom to get them moving. “On to the bedroom, wenches.”
The three women were standing in the bedroom. Mona and Julia began to walk to the poles, when John interrupted them. “I’ll get you on the poles, my dears.” He hugged Mona from behind, pressing his erection up against her, then moved one hand to her crotch and rubbed her vigorously. She moaned and pressed against him. He escorted her to her pole and manually raised the dildo seat. It slid into her easily. “You are excited?” She moaned again. He fastened the pole-mounted cuffs around the chain of the handcuffs she was wearing. He went to Julia, hugged her, and played with her sex, then mounted her on her pole. He took the remote control, smiling at the look of unease on Mona’s face, pressed several buttons, and started the devices on the maximum orgasm program. Mona and Julia started to moan and squirm on their poles. John then turned to Rebecca. He liked looking at her. He was glad she was the one chosen by chance, because he wanted a lively fuck, and she was the most physically responsive of his wives. Mona was best for the really slow, loving fucks, and Julia excelled at slow, intense sex. He considered how to take her. He could just fuck her in her cuffs, but that would hurt her and not increase his pleasure. He could free her hands, but he wanted her bound. He finally released one cuff and cuffed her left wrist to the headboard, then used another pair of cuffs to restrain her right wrist. He shucked off his clothes and mounted her immediately, which was fine by her. She started bucking against him immediately, trying to get him in deeper and encouraging him to pound into her. He obliged. The sex didn’t last all that long because he was far too excited to restrain himself, and Rebecca was deliberately encouraging him to go hard and fast. When he stopped and lay still, she snuggled her head next to his. He lay still for a few minutes, then climbed off of her. He unlocked the cuffs from her wrists; she climbed off the bed and knelt in front of him. He smiled, put his hand below her chin, raised it so she looked at him, and said, “Thank you for your submission. I have work for you.” He handed her a handcuff key. “Unlock Mona’s handcuffs.” As she moved to do his bidding, he used the remote control to turn off the dildo program, lower the seat, and release the cuffs that connected her cuffs to the pole. Mona came to him. He said, “On the bed. You might notice that my cock is still hard.” She moved quickly, and he entered her. This sex was very slow. He kept at it for quite a while, then withdrew. “I’m not going to climax again, and I’m getting soft, but I was so worked up that I needed more.” He turned off Julia’s pole and had Rebecca take off her handcuffs, then hugged her from behind and played with her pussy until she shuddered in orgasm.
“OK, ladies, I assume that dinner isn’t in progress?” He got shakes of the head from the still-gagged women. “That’s fine. After the punishment and sex I think it’s time to dine out. Dress up and we’ll go.” Mona brightened and reached to unbuckle her gag. “Not yet, dear,” said John. “Those stay in until dinner.”

Around a quarter til four, Allison spoke to the floor supervisor. “I’m supposed to take Elizabeth and get her ready.”
“Oh, yeah, Mr. Johnson is taking her for the evening, and you too. Have fun!”
Allison wasn’t sure it would be fun, but she did enjoy collecting Elizabeth and leading the handcuffed slave to her room. She had the leather hood there. “Sit down and I’ll get you fixed up before I dress.”
“And I don’t dress, I take it.”
“Nope.”
“Can’t you wait until we get where we are going?”
“I’m under orders.” Allison slipped the hood over Elizabeth’s head, tucked in her hair, adjusted the helmet to be straight, and zipped it closed. She slipped a small padlock in the zipper pull and a leather loop on the helmet and locked it onto Elizabeth. “You look good in that.” After that, she busied herself with putting on the nice clothes she had bought. She felt almost human. Just before four, she led Elizabeth, now hooded and still handcuffed, into the office. Joan and Mr. Johnson were there talking. He looked them over and said, “Very nice. I like your outfit, and she looks good in her helmet. Don’t mention her name tonight, at least not until I do. Let’s go. You are in charge of her.”
Allison took Elizabeth’s leash and led her while following Mr. Johnson. He walked out of the bar and towards his car in a nearby lot. Allison strutted along, feeling emboldened by being clothed and leading another slave who was cuffed on a leash. Mr. Johnson noticed the bounce in her step and said, “You are enjoying this, aren’t you?”
She responded with a smile. “Of course. I’m out on an adventure with you, and I’m wearing clothes!”
“Well, that, and you like being in charge of other women, don’t you?”
Allison got a big lump in her throat and considered her words carefully. She didn’t know what would get her in trouble. She decided to fall back on that most basic of strategies, tell the truth. “Yes, sir, I do.”
“Good. The best bar slave leaders are like that. Take a look at Joan sometime if you don’t think that’s true.” He was smiling and seemed to be happy to be in her company. “Tell me, Allison. You were enslaved. You can’t change that. How well do you think you came out in the random process of who ended up owning you?”
“Two years ago, I would have said near the bottom. Now, having been here a while and hearing from some of the slaves you’ve brought in, I know that there a lot worse situations for corporate-owned slaves. I hope I can achieve some of the freedom that Joan has.”
“Allison, the big secret is that it isn’t that hard. Do a good job, achieve well, behave yourself, and it will come to you. We already trust you. I’ll set the records to let you leave the bar at will when you aren’t on duty. Ask Joan for the procedure to get entry into the bar when the doors are locked. Use a condom if you let someone fuck you.”
Allison was stunned. That level of freedom had only been given to trusted red collar slaves, as far as she knew. “Thank you, sir.”
“You’ve worked hard for the bar. I like to reward that. You’ve been slow to take up the possible rewards. That has to stop. I need good minds like yours. You may be a slave, but a respected and trusted slave can still have a good life.”
At the house, he took off Elizabeth’s cuffs and locked a small box onto her collar. “This is a GPS transponder. It won’t blow up or shock you, but it makes finding you a piece of cake for a slave tracker.” He left the leash on and led her to Penelope. “Penelope, this is your assistant for the evening. Have her set the table, serve the food, and summon you if someone asks for something.” Penelope was wearing a nice pantsuit and an apron. She looked Elizabeth over and said, “Yes, Mr. Johnson. I’ll show her the plates and silverware and get her right on it.”
“Good. Allison and I will be in the living room having some wine while we wait for the guests.”
Penelope looked Elizabeth over again. She could tell that the helmet-bound woman’s eyes were wide. “You recognize me, don’t you?” Elizabeth nodded. “Are you a slave?” It was a dumb question, given her nudity and helmet; Elizabeth nodded again. “A recently-converted slave?” Another nod. “I haven’t heard anything about someone I know being recently converted, but it’s been a couple of weeks since I got any news. Were you converted this week?” Yet another nod. “Well, maybe it will come to me and maybe it won’t. I can’t see your hair, and there isn’t much of a hint from the way they shaved you, so that won’t help me. I suppose I could have you write your name, but Mr. Johnson seems to want to make it a guessing game, so I won’t. Come with me and I’ll get you started on setting the table.”

Delia was sitting in Neil’s living room, wearing nothing; she had gotten used to nudity. She watched various TV programs and looked over his collection of books. It would have been nicer if he could have stayed with her, but she was happy to have been with him for a while, and especially happy with the sex. It was nice to be out of the bar. She knew that being allowed to leave while clothed wasn’t something they usually gave to white collars, but she suspected that she wasn’t going to stay a white collar a lot longer. Anyway, her first trip out of the bar had been nude, when she went to her father’s business when he married his two slave wives. She glanced up at the clock; it was five after four. She thought she would get dressed around 4:30 and go back to the bar. Just then, she heard a key in the door, and it opened to reveal a sweaty Neil. “I ran from the office to get here.” He closed the door and went to her; she rose and embraced him. “The presentation went well. I think I have a good future there. But enough of that. I wanted to get back here to try one more time before I escort you back.” She smiled at him and dragged him by his arm into the bedroom. It was difficult, having had sex four times recently, but he was a young man in the full heat of passion, and he managed. After that, they dressed and walked back to the bar, hand-in-hand.

About an hour later, George’s guests Billy and Pamela arrived. They were both about George’s age, mid to late forties, and both were trim and attractive. Both were dressed casually. “Billy, Pamela, I would like you to meet Allison.”
“Hello, Allison,” said Pamela. “How do you know George?”
“I’m a waitress at his bar.” Allison looked ashamed to say it.
Pamela saw Allison’s reaction and said, “That’s OK, dear. After Billy enslaved me, George took me on as a suck slave for a couple of months to get my head adjusted.”
“I thought you were his wife.”
“I am. I am also his slave. Our marriage works out better this way. If I get bitchy on him, he just gags me and swats my butt.”
George passed out glasses of wine for all four of them. “Allison has been my slave for three years but hasn’t tried to take advantage of the privileges available to her as an accomplished performer. I selected her for tonight to help her along. Well, that, and because she is gorgeous, a pleasure to have around, and an enthusiastic partner in bed.”
Allison blushed and drank some of her wine. Billy noticed her embarrassment and said, “Don’t feel embarrassed. This is an informal little group; we get together for fun and we don’t do any silly dominance games. We just have a pleasant dinner and evening, then go about our physical pleasures. Please, relax and forget about being a slave for the rest of the evening.”
George said, “Yes, please do. We have two servants to take care of our needs so we can dine and converse to our hearts’ content.”
Pamela said, “Two servants?”
“Yes. You know Penelope. I brought a new slave from the bar to assist her.”
After another bottle and a half of wine, Penelope announced that dinner was ready and the party moved to the dining table. After they sat, a slave in a tight leather helmet (and nothing else) came out with a tray of roast beef in gravy and walked to each seated diner to offer the main course. She looked at Billy and Pamela hard, but they didn’t notice. After she sat the tray on the sideboard, she brought in two vegetable dishes, then moved around the table refilling wine glasses. Dinner was leisurely. An hour later, after the pie was served, the diners rose and went into the living room to converse.
Penelope and Elizabeth took all the food and dishes from the table, cleaned the table, and retreated to the kitchen. Penelope closed the door. “OK, now we can eat, then clean up.” She produced a key and unlocked the helmet, unzipped it, and lifted it off Elizabeth’s head. When she saw Elizabeth’s face, she was shocked. “Liz! What happened?”
“Dean got sick of me, apparently. I was spending too much money and yelling at him about not having enough, and not fucking him. He sold me off, and George, or I should say, Mr. Johnson, bought me for the bar. They have an older-slave sucking program going on. He also said he didn’t want me eaten.”
“You knew him?”
“Yes, for a long time.”
“I knew you for quite a while, but I never met Mr. Johnson before he bought me.”
“I didn’t know he bought you. I knew you had been enslaved, and I knew you were a housekeeper, but no one ever said where you ended up.”
“My slimy ex-husband knew.”
“He never said anything.”
“Oh, well, here we are, fellow slaves. I was part of an experiment at the bar that got the older-sucker program going. Anyway, let’s eat dinner and catch up.”

After a long evening of pleasant discussion and wine, the men stood up in the living room. George Johnson said, “OK, ladies, it’s time. Allison, go with Billy. He knows what room to use.” Pamela and Allison stood. Pamela took George’s arm and they walked up the stairs. Allison walked over to Billy, who took her hand and led her up the stairs. When they were in a room together, she asked him, “I expected it to be a foursome.”
“We have tried that, but it is better as two couples. Are you nervous?”
“Yes, but I’m also horny. Do you want to get started?”
“Yes. Please take off your clothes.”
“Do you want to help me?” she asked coyly. She unbuttoned her shirt and shrugged it off. “I could use some help with the bra fastening.”
He walked over behind her and unhooked the bra, then swept it forward, away from her chest and down her outstretched arms. She turned and faced him, giving her a great view of her perfect breasts. She reached out and started unbuttoning his shirt. When she pushed it away from his shoulders, he moved his arms to help her, then sighed as she pressed herself against his chest.
“Mmmmmm, feels good,” she said, wrapping her arms around him. “And what is that lump I feel against me?”
“Is it something you’d like to get better acquainted with?”
“I think so.”
“Let’s get your pants off, first.”
She grinned at him, and slowly removed her pants, making exaggerated movements to emphasize her legs. When she was done, he was obviously very aroused.
“Pull mine down, too.”
She knelt and unbuckled his trousers, unsnapped them, and lowered the zipper, then slowly wiggled them from the sides to get them to go down. She pressed the top of her head against his groin after the belt was below it and made a show of watching them fall. When they were at the floor, she looked up at him.
“Undo the shoes.” She untied the laces and loosened them, then held one shoe to the floor. He nodded and pulled his foot out, and they repeated it with the second shoe. He reached down and took her hand, then pulled her up to him. He felt her panties; they were quite damp. “Excited, are you?”
“Yes, I am.” She had gasped when he touched her.
“Take off your panties. Make a show of it.”
She twisted the panties back and forth and lowered them slowly. When they were at her knees, she gracefully pulled one leg out, then swung it wide and turned around and bent over. She slowly lowered the panties to her other ankle and hopped out of them, then stood and faced him while sniffing the damp panties.
“Very nice. Now take my underwear off, fast.”
She grabbed it and yanked it to the floor. He stepped out of it. He pulled her arm, and they both fell onto the bed. He started stroking her body and kissing her nipples, and she ran her hands over his abdomen, making him gasp.
They kept at the foreplay for some time. Allison was wishing he would move on; she was already about as turned on as she thought she could get. She didn’t want to say so, though, even though he had said earlier to relax and forget she was a slave for the evening. He finally looked at her and asked, “Are you ready?”
“I have been for a long time. Please, fuck me.”
He chuckled and said, “Grab a condom from the bedside table and put it on me.”
She grabbed the condom and unrolled it slowly and carefully over his member, then laid back down. He immediately rolled over on her, and she guided him inside her. It was an intense fucking. He started slow and sped up slowly. She was matching his movements. She had several orgasms before he grunted and lay still on top of her. He stayed there for a while, breathing heavily, then rolled off. “Cuddle up, Allison.”
She did, and he wrapped one arm around her, gave her a kiss, and closed his eyes to sleep. She followed suit.

Elizabeth followed Penelope into Penelope’s bedroom after they had done all the clean-up work. “Is this part of your orders?”
“In a way. He told me I could have you for the night, and I’ve become fond of female attention, because it’s a lot easier to get. He also told me to chain you for the night.”
“I suppose you must. You know, I never thought about other women and sex until a couple of years ago, and now they are my primary interest.”
“Then this won’t be too bad for you.”
“No. I did like George — Mr. Johnson — fucking me last night, though.”
“He is good. I’m kind of his backup sex toy, when he doesn’t bring a bar girl home.” Penelope disrobed and got on the bed and said, “Get licking, Liz.”
Elizabeth got into position and began. As she did so, she thought that she should feel angry about being ordered to lick her old friend, but she realized that it didn’t bother her. Maybe she had accepted slavery, she thought, or maybe she just wanted sex.

George rolled off Pamela. They both lay still. George was breathing heavily. She finally said, “I always like coming over here for a slave swap. You always hammer away at me for so long, and it feels so good.”
“I always like having you here. Why do you think I always bring the most beautiful slaves to entice Billy?”
“You could have bought me after Billy enslaved me. He wasn’t happy then.”
“Yes, but I don’t think that would have been good for him, and I value his friendship. I did take you to use as a suck slave. That let him cool down and it drove reality into your head.”
“And it let you fuck me in chains for two months.”
“That was a great two months. He calmed down, you were reconciled to being a slave, I took you to his house nude and chained, and he was thrilled to see you.”
“Yes, and he didn’t unchain me for another month.”
“And he fucked you twice a day.”
“That was the upside to being chained. At least his house slave had to take care of me.”
“There’s a thought. I could loan him a slave and take you for a month and keep you chained. Penelope could take care of you, and you could take care of her with your tongue.”
“That might be fun for a week, but a month in chains is too long.”
“How about being leased as a pony girl for a month?”
“You’re right, chain me up for a month.”
They both laughed. George said, “OK, Pamela, clean me off and we’ll get some sleep.”
“Will you be wanting to use me in the morning?”
“Have I ever not used you in the morning at a slave swap?”
“No.”
“There’s your answer.” He smiled as she moved to clean him with her mouth. She almost got him hard again.

“OK, Liz, I’m tired and I have to go to sleep, and so do you.” They had licked each other to at least two orgasms each, and they were sated for now. “I was ordered to chain you for the night, and I always obey orders because I like it here and want to stay here. I hope you understand.”
“Yes, Penelope, I understand. Can you make it a long chain?”
“The longest I have.” Penelope got an eight-foot chain with handcuff fittings at each end and used it to lock Elizabeth to the leg of her bed. “Sleep well. We’ll get up in the morning to make breakfast. I won’t put that helmet back on unless you want me to; it wasn’t a part of my instructions.”
“I don’t know if I want them to know. I knew them before I was enslaved.”
“She’s a slave too.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“It’s not common knowledge, but I know he enslaved her when he was mad at her, and our owner took her to the bar to be a suck slave for two months. They obviously made up. Her owner brings her here every once in a while for a slave swap night. If he knows about you being Mr. Johnson’s slave, he may want you as the swap slave.”
Elizabeth didn’t say anything. She was torn between embarrassment and wanting Billy to fuck her. She fell asleep pondering the conflict.

Allison woke in the morning to Billy waking up. He said, “Good morning. Look what I have for you.” She looked down and saw his erection, which looked bigger this morning than it had felt the night before.
“One of my favorite things. Why don’t you put it where it belongs?” She spread her legs wide and pulled her labia apart.
He immediately took her up on her offer, lining up on her opening and sliding inside with one smooth thrust. It was a long, slow fuck, different from the intensity of the night before. They rocked together in mutual comfort, kissing. When he finally erupted, she held onto him to keep him in and on her. He finally said, “Let’s move to the shower.” She let go, and he took her by the hand and led her away.

George woke up to see Pamela sitting up, watching him. Seeing her nude body got his erection off to a fast start. “Good morning, sleepyhead. I was wondering if you would sleep so late that you wouldn’t have time to use me.”
“Never. You can do the work this time, though.”
Pamela straddled him and used her hands to get his cock to her entrance. She pushed down and he felt himself slip inside a well-lubricated vagina. “It seems that you were anxious for this, Pamela.”
“No more than usual,” she replied as she started to move up and down rapidly.
He grinned and let her work. She was insatiable, and they both knew it. It had started after her enslavement, when she couldn’t refuse any more. It was a common side effect of enslavement.
He finally took a finger to her clit and rubbed her as she bucked on top of him. She sped up even more. This time, he came first, but she was right behind him.

Penelope was in the kitchen with Elizabeth making breakfast. She had dressed, but Elizabeth was nude, protected by an apron as she cooked. “I hear them running around upstairs, Liz. Do you want the hood?”
“No, I’ll just stay in the kitchen. If they see me, they see me.”
“Suit yourself.” Penelope set the table and put out tea, coffee, and orange juice. A few minutes later all four of them were in the dining room, attracted by the aroma of the coffee and the bacon. Penelope served them. After he was done eating, George Johnson addressed Penelope: “Where is your assistant?”
“She is in the kitchen.”
“Is she wearing her hood?”
“No.”
“Have her come in here.”
Penelope went back to the kitchen and told Elizabeth, “Take off the apron and go into the dining room. Mr. Johnson asked for you.”
Elizabeth took off the apron and hung it up, then said, “Is he angry?”
“No. I think he just wants to show you off.”
“That’s what I expected.”
Elizabeth walked through the door and stood just inside the dining room. “Yes, sir?” she said, looking at Mr. Johnson.
“I wanted you to meet my guests. I believe you are acquainted. Pamela, Billy, this is Elizabeth.”
Pamela looked at Elizabeth, looking shocked. Billy took in her nude form with appreciation showing on his face.
Elizabeth blushed. She said, looking at Pamela, “Hello, Pamela. I was enslaved this week and sold to Mr. Johnson. I’m now a suck slave at his bar. Hello, Billy.”
“Hello, Liz. You look good like that. I hadn’t heard anything about this. What happened?”
She looked at her owner, who nodded. “He was having business difficulties, and I wasn’t very supportive; I was spending too much, and we hadn’t been having sex for quite a while. It got too much for him and he sold me. My new owner took me on as a suck slave to keep me from the slaughterhouse.”
Billy turned to George. “I’ve always wanted a crack at her. Could I take her home?”
“Sorry, she’s been a hit at the bar and I need her there. When you are recharged, though, I can let you have her for an hour in the Service Room, if you bring Pamela along to swap.”
“It’s a deal.” He looked at Elizabeth and said, “It seems we have a date. I’m looking forward to it.”
Elizabeth nodded. It was what she had expected. She was settling into slavery faster than she had expected, and faster than her new owner had expected. He watched her quiet acquiescence and smiled.

Back at the bar, Joan was on the phone. “Hello, Jillian’s Slave Training Studio.”
“This is Joan at Suckers. I’d like to speak to Jillian.”
“Of course, Joan. I’ll call her to the phone.”
“Thanks, Donna.”
A minute later, Jillian was on the phone. “Hi, Joan. We need to get together again for some fun.”
“That would be nice. I have a boyfriend now, so I’m not quite as hard up as I was.”
“Me, too.”
“Let me guess — your co-host.”
Jillian laughed. “Everyone expects that, and it’s true. Still, a girl now and then is still nice.”
“You’ve got dozens of them.”
“So do you.”
“True. A good licker can be hard to find.”
“Maybe we can arrange a slave swap sometime?”
“That might be fun. I can see the look on Jim’s face if I offered him Jillian the slave trainer.”
“Terror?”
“Maybe. He watches your show with me.”
“Then he should know I only do that stuff to slaves.”
“I’m sure he would make me proud.”
“Anyway, what do you need, if this isn’t a social call?”
“I’ve got a high-priced bitch here that we need to get producing revenue. She has the skills to be a top-notch sucker, as well as a lot of other things, but she is a first-class bitch and won’t adapt to being a slave. I thought we might need to bring in a slave breaker, but perhaps the gentler approach that you take would get the results we need without destroying her.”
Jillian laughed. “Gentle isn’t a word often applied to my methods, but you are right, I’m easier on them than a slave breaker would be. How old is she?”
“Mid-forties, in good shape, smart, pretty, very hard-headed and unwilling to submit.”
“How did she get enslaved?”
“Volunteer defensive enslavement to avoid being barbecued.”
Jillian grinned. “Oh ho, is it the gold-plated bitch that I’m thinking about?”
“Yes, I’m sure you have figured out which high-profile bitch we have here. I need her in a state to suck in the bar as soon as possible. Her daughter is just fine.”
“I met the bitch at a slave training seminar. She dismissed me as a brutal hack and because I was a slave. A self-owned slave, but she didn’t know that. Having her as a trainee would be delicious.”
“Think you can handle it?”
“As well as a slave breaker, with less chance of complete destruction.”
“OK, we’ll get her over there this afternoon. Have fun!”
“You know I will, Joan.”

When Mr. Johnson arrived at the bar with Allison and Elizabeth, he told Allison, “Hand her over to any green collar, then get naked. See Joan for schedule updates. You did well, Allison; Billy was very happy with you. Did you enjoy it?”
“Yes, Mr. Johnson, I did. It was a nice break from the usual routine, and I loved being fucked.”
“So you considered the evening to be a reward?”
“Yes, I did.”
“Good. I hoped that being handed over for sex would be a reward.”
“It was. It would be even more of a reward to have you select me for sex.”
“I take girls home occasionally. I’ll keep you in mind.”
“Thank you.” Allison walked to the sucker preparation area and found a green-collar. “Mr. Johnson wants someone to deal with her and get her ready for sucking.”
“Has she eaten?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll check her schedule. You look nice.”
Allison looked down at her dress. “It’s a shame. My next task is to take it off.”
“It is nice to be able to wear clothes now and then. It makes you feel almost human again.”
“True. Well, off to take it all off.”
Allison soon had herself in her birthday suit. She went to the office, hoping to find Joan.
“Hello, Allison. Did you enjoy the slave swap?”
“Oh, yes. Very much. It was nice to be in clothes and at a small party, where everyone was friendly. It was nice to get fucked, too. Very, very nice. Anyway, Mr. Johnson told me to see you about my schedule.”
“Yes. Right now, sit at this computer and take the red-collar test. After that, you get some on-the-job training during the lunch rush.”

(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.

(Continuing Straight on from ‘The Running‘)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He bowed slightly to the applause, then waved it down and moved along the line of posts.   “Now we come to Mercy, and her leather strap.”   The strap he picked up looked to be about six inches wide and half an inch thick.   “This tool, also is painful for ze recipient, and does not do too much damage to the skin.   It is wide enough to spread the impact out, you see.   It is much heavier, of course, and so, it can leave deep bruising that will take days to fade.   Ze trick is to overlap your blows, so that the damage compounds.”   He looked at the strap.   “With a fifteen c