Dark Erotic Fiction

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Linda said, “Shakespeare?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes. I’m wet most of the time.”

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

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

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

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

“No, just a lot of reading.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, sir.”

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

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

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

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

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

The director asked, “What is your name?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Excellent. Let’s start with that.”

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

“I do the Kegel exercises.”

“Good. Clean me off.”

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

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

“I hope he does, too.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You would rather die than be here?”

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

“My extreme pleasure.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“When’s your next time?”

“Tomorrow afternoon around 1.”

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

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

“I’ll be back to see you.”

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

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

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

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

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

“It seems like hours.”

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

“No. Please get me out of this.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do the ponygirls do?”

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

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

“Real work hauling real stuff that needs moving.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Younger ones, maybe.”

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

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

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

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

“Have they been keeping you on the treadmill?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Anything else?”

“No, isn’t that enough?”

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

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

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

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

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

Janice put supper on the already-set table.  Her master had told her that he would be there shortly, and she wanted all ready for him.  As she worked, she considered whether she wanted to please him because he was her master and could punish her, or because she liked him and wanted to please him.  She realized it was both.  As she put the last of the food on the table, she became aware of a change.  She had been wearing the chastity belt all day, with the electric, radio-controlled dildo inside her under it, but she had come to ignore it.  It felt good when she considered it, because it gave her a feeling of being full and reminding her of the joy she had found in her master fucking her.  All day long it had just filled her and done nothing else, but now it was thrumming, pumping up her near-continual sexual excitement.  Just after she felt the vibration, something else started.  She felt something moving up and down the shaft of the dildo.  She realized it was the electrical stimulation that was meant to bring pleasure, as opposed to the shocks for punishment.  She felt the small shocks, and realized that it felt good;  it was making her wet.  She was still for a minute, enjoying the pleasure her master was sending her, and then she heard him approach.  She stood at attention, hands clasped in front of her, eyes downcast, and waited for him.

“Dinner smells good, Janice.  Please sit.”  They both sat at the table and ate their dinner.  She had taken out a bottle of wine and put it on the table, but she hadn’t felt confident enough to open it.  He looked at it and said, “This is a good wine with this meal.  Why didn’t you open it?”

“I wasn’t sure.”

“It’s fine.”  He used the tools she had placed beside it, opened it, and poured some for both of them.  They relaxed through the rest of dinner, drinking the wine and conversing.

He sat at the table, his dinner finished, sipping at the wine.  He turned to her and said, “So how was your day?”

“It was good.  I got a lot of the cleaning done, I got the kitchen restocked, and I got the bookshelves.  The car ran great.  Am I supposed to put gas on that card as well?”

“Yes.  Did you have any problems?”

“No.  Everything went fine.”

“How has being my slave been, for two days?”

She hesitated.  “It hasn’t been very long.  So far, it’s been as good as I could have expected for being a slave.  I have found out that sex is far better than I thought it would be.  I suspect that has to do with the care you took.  Thank you.”

He smiled.  “It was a pleasure.  An extreme pleasure.  You didn’t mention anything about wearing the belt and dildo all day.”

“It didn’t bother me.  I found the instructions, which showed me how to pee through the mesh.  The dildo didn’t bother me at all.  Just before dinner, though, it started buzzing.”

“And what do you think of that buzzing?”

“I’m really wet and feeling very horny.”

“Good.  I’m going to do some financial stuff, then watch some television.”  He paused, looking at her with a glint in his eye.  “I’ll be right back.”

She started clearing the table, feeling a little fear.  He came back shortly, carrying one of the ball gags that he had purchased, along with a pair of handcuffs.  He unlocked the handcuffs and put them on the table.

“I’m finding that I like little control games.  I think part of the pleasure I have in owning a slave is control.  I will try to keep it from overwhelming our relationship and making it hard for you to do your job, but this kind of thing gives me pleasure.  Having you wear the belt all day, the slave collar, things like that.  Tonight’s game is this:  You wear the ball gag.  When you are done with cleaning up after dinner, you are free to do what you like until bed time.  If you find you need the gag removed, you handcuff yourself behind your back and kneel in front of me.  I’ll take out the ball gag and you will tell me what you need.  I will judge how important it is, and I will do one of four things:  put the gag back in and leave the handcuffs on, put the ball back in and take off the handcuffs, leave the gag out and leave the handcuffs on, or leave the gag out and take off the handcuffs.  That’s in the order of increasing validity of your reason.”  He walked over to her and held the ball up to her mouth.  She opened her mouth to accept the ball, and he buckled the strap around her head.  She felt him doing something else, then heard a click.  He had locked the strap on.  She felt a little peeved about that; she wouldn’t have removed it.  After that she thought better of it;  he liked control, and the lock was part of it.

She had been raised for nearly half her life in a world that included women slaves, and her father had made no secret of his thoughts on the subject.  He had joined up with the universal slavery for women group.  She knew what was going to happen, and she had been prepared for it.  The slave school prepared her in some things, but the most important things, like accepting being some one’s property, not having any say in most matters, submitting, being a sex toy, she had absorbed in her home.  Her mother had been enslaved by her father soon after the law went into effect, although that didn’t change much between them.  Her mother had always been submissive.  Janice had figured out the sex-in-bondage thing her father did with her mother long ago, even though they tried to keep it hidden.  Even though intellectually Janice had problems with being a slave, deeper inside she understood it and accepted it.  She stood docilely while her owner gagged her.  After he left the room, she continued with her kitchen tasks.  When she was done, she went to her room and read for a while, then went down to the living room where he was watching television to see if he was going to watch the show she wanted to watch.  He watched her when she came in, but instead of kneeling in front of him, she sat and watched.  She was happy because he did watch the show she wanted to watch.

When the show was over, it was 10PM, and she knew he would want to go to bed and fuck her soon.  She made up her mind about her course of action and left the room.  She went to her room, disrobed, put on high heels, then went back to the dining table where the handcuffs were.  She cuffed herself, then went to the living room and knelt in front of him, eyes downcast.

He fished out his keys and unlocked the lock on the ball gag, then removed the gag.  “OK, Janice, what do you need?”

She looked up and said, “I thought you were done watching TV for the night.  I would like you to fuck me.  I suppose I can wear the gag for that.”

He smiled.  “Your reason is very valid.  Stand up and I’ll take off the cuffs.”

“If you want, we can fuck with them on.”

“Here, sit on my lap.”  She settled in on his lap, and he played with her breasts.  “Did you do this just to please me?”

“To please you and to get you to fuck me.”

“You would fuck with the handcuffs on?”

“I have to do as you command.  It wouldn’t be comfortable, but I can do it.  It’s more important to get you inside me.”

“Commendable.  I think fucking you with you handcuffed like that would decrease my pleasure too, so it won’t happen.”  He squeezed a nipple and she gasped;  he rubbed it back and forth and she gasped some more.  Her pussy was unavailable due to the chastity belt.  “Stand up.”

She stood, looking at him uneasily.  He used his keys again and unlocked the chastity belt, then removed it.  He saw the end of the dildo sticking out of her, but didn’t do anything with it.  “Turn around.”  She turned and he removed the handcuffs, then pulled her back onto his lap.  He played with her nipples again while she made noises that he took as those of pleasure.  He switched to her pussy and found it wet, as she had told him.  He rubbed her intimately, and she moaned with pleasure.  He decided that it was time.  “Go upstairs to my bed and get it ready.  Leave the dildo inside.”  She stood and moved quickly to do his bidding.

He sat back and reflected on the last few weeks.  He wasn’t too pleased with having to imprison his daughter, but it saved her life.  He was pleased with imprisoning his wife.  He hoped to get her back as a more attractive, less bitchy woman that he could live with, but he wasn’t going to give up Janice.  She was just too good a find.  Things were looking up.  His job was going great, he had a beautiful slave that actually wanted to fuck, and he could afford the prison costs easily.  His daughter was going to be in a major movie with a big star.  His lawyer told him that the court didn’t have a problem with reducing Megan’s punishment level, as it was an educated guess.  As long as the prison psychologist said she was progressing, it was fine with the court.  He rose and climbed the stairs, turning out lights as he went.

Janice had the bed uncovered.  She had also retrieved various bondage toys and some lubricant and placed them conveniently.  She stood at attention next to the bed with the dildo still poking out of her.  He undressed and put his clothes in the proper places.  He could have just dropped them and let Janice pick them up, but he didn’t want to be a slob just because he had a slave.  He turned out the light and got into bed, then said, “Are you going to join me, Janice?”

She hopped in quickly and cuddled up to him.  He wrapped his arms around her and gave her a big kiss.  She kissed back passionately.  He went on to perform various acts of foreplay, mostly unnecessary because of her extreme state of arousal and lubrication. He finally took her, moving slowly and carefully and trying to make it last as long as he could.  She pressed back at him on every thrust and kept her vagina as tight as she could.  She kissed him with wild abandon.  When he finally started to move faster, she matched him, slamming back at him as he slammed into her.  Her orgasm came first;  he was amazed by the strength of the contractions and her tightness.  She kept up the rhythm, pushing back at him, regardless of her orgasm, and his followed shortly after.  He pressed into her hard and stayed still, impaling her deeply and filling her.  When both of them started to breathe more slowly, he withdrew.  She moved to clean him with her mouth, but he clamped her to him with both arms.  She melted into his embrace and cuddled as tightly to him as she could.

She finally said, “Have I pleased you, master?”

“Yes, Janice, you have.  You have pleased me greatly.  It is less because you have been a good slave, although you have, and more that you want to have sex with me and you seem to enjoy it.  You have been a delight.  I’m sure we will do fine together.  You are beautiful, you cook well, you clean well, and you fuck divinely.  I know you are smart.  Your test scores were near genius level. I’m going to have you go to college.  I’ll get a housekeeper to deal with the house so you can study.  I’ll probably fuck her too, but you are my main girl and this,” he caressed her crotch, “is my main playground.”  She moaned and pressed into his hand with her crotch.  “I like that you are horny and want sex.  Keep it up.”  He got up to use the toilet and prepare to sleep, and took her to the bathroom with him.

Megan and Linda were chained and leashed to a wall outside the room that contained the whipping posts.  Megan asked Linda, “What’s going on?  I thought my first whipping was at least a few days off.”

Linda said, “I don’t know.  This isn’t on my whipping schedule either.  They changed something.”

A few minutes later, cunt 4391 showed up, led there by cunt 3905.  Cunt 3905 fastened Andi to the wall next to the others and said, “You will be a trio this morning. It won’t be a terrible whipping, but whippings are always bad.  I’ll be back to take you to your next appointments after the whippings are done.”

After cunt 3905 left, Andi said, “This will be my first whipping.  I don’t know what’s going on.”

Megan said, “It’s my first one, too, and it’s ahead of schedule.  Linda’s is ahead of schedule, too.  Does it have anything to do with the movie?”

Andi sighed.  “It might.  They haven’t kept me up to date on it for a while, but it was supposed to start soon.”

Shortly after that, a guard led three whipped women out of the room, and a trusty took Megan, Linda, and Andi inside.  She made a phone call and had their collars set to shock them if they left the room, then, one at a time, got leather cuffs on them and chained them to the tops of the whipping posts with their backs to the posts.  Megan noticed that all the posts had cameras trained on them.  They waited for a long time, or at least a long time to a nude woman chained to a whipping post, expecting a whipping.  Finally, a guard came in, took off his shirt, and picked up a short, springy leather whip.  He looked at a list on a clipboard, then approached Andi.  He looked her over, then put three welts across her stomach, then one last into her pussy.  He went to Linda next, and did the same to her, except that one of the stomach stripes went across her breasts.  When he approached Megan, he looked her over, then put two stripes on her breasts and a good lash to her pussy. 

After all three were whipped, two other guards came in the room.  The three guards spoke quietly to each other, laughed, then put on condoms and approached the slaves.  Each picked a slave and entered her, fucking roughly.  The one that chose Megan had a lot of staying power;  he used her far longer than the other two guards used their selected slaves.  When he was done, he smiled at Megan and said, “You have a well-earned reputation for being a good fuck.”  All three guards left the room, and the freshly-whipped slaves hung from the whipping posts for another half hour.  Cunt 3905 came in with two other trustys.  They had some kind of ointment with them, which they rubbed into the welts.  Cunt 3905 said, “This will help the welts heal faster and go down sooner.”  When the ointment was applied, the trustys released them from the posts and reapplied their chains.  Just before they were led out, cunt 3905 called someone to get their collar restrictions removed.

Cunt 3905 led them to a slave chow hall, chained them to the table, then unlocked their hands.  Attendant slaves brought lunch to them and to cunt 3905, a better lunch than Megan had seen yet in the prison.  They must be making the viewing audience happy.  They were allowed plenty of time, so they sat and conversed.  Finally, cunt 3905 said, “We have other appointments for you, so stand up so I can get your chains on you.”  When they were restrained again, cunt 3905 led them out and took them to a bathroom, the one that Linda and Megan had used together several days ago.  She called the security desk and had their collars restrict them to the bathroom, then said, “Shower.  Make yourselves look pretty.  You have two hours.”  She took off their chains and left them to their task.

The three of them got into the shower.  Andi was watching Megan and Linda, and finally asked them, “You seem to be showing off for the cameras.”

Megan said, “Yes, we are.  We found that the more you play to the cameras, the better the food.  Don’t get too obvious.”  Megan finished her shower and went to get a razor and shaving soap, then sat under the hot shower and shaved herself, removing all stubble below her neck.  She made it a fine show.  When she was done, she dried herself and used a blow drier on her hair.  She brushed it out, taking a long time and making it look nice.  She noticed that the cameras that could be aimed were watching her during this, so she figured out another way of displaying herself.  She turned to show profile and continued her brushing.

After an hour and a half, they were all done;  they had done as much as they could with what was provided to them.  They sat on a bench bolted to one wall, waiting for their keepers to come and take them to their next ordeal.  Shortly after they sat, cunt 3905 came in, confirming Megan’s guess that the video surveillance also let them know when to collect their bathed slaves.  Cunt 3905 said, “Stand up and present submissive position 4.”  They all stood, spread their legs, and put their hands behind their heads.  Cunt 3905 inspected them closely.  She finally said, “Good job.  No stubble, hair is beautiful, absolutely fuckable.  Let’s get you in your chains.”

Megan decided to take a small chance.  “If you would give me my chains, I’d put on the leg irons and put the belly chains around my waist.”  Cunt 3905 smiled at her and said, “That’s a nice offer.  Here.”  She handed Megan the chains, and Megan sat on the bench to put on her leg irons.  She tightened them as much as cunt 3905 did, then looped the belly chains around her and fastened the lock.  While she did that, cunt 3905 handcuffed the other two, then turned back to Megan.  “You did a good job.”  She fastened Megan’s wrists into the handcuffs on the belly chains, set the double lock, then bent down and set the double lock on the leg irons.  “That’s to keep them from tightening up and damaging you.”  Cunt 3905 then locked leashes on all three of them and led them from the room.  Megan was worried when they were led out because their collars had been set to restrict them to the shower room, but they must have been watching and reset the restriction before cunt 3905 led them out.  She led them to a conference room near the entrance, hooked their leashes to snap hooks on the wall, and stepped out of the room.  She returned shortly after that with four ball gags.  “Sorry, dearies, but orders are orders.”  She gagged each of the restrained women, then put the last gag into her own mouth.  After that, she took up a station by the door.  Megan could tell how long they stood there because there was a clock on the wall;  it was something missing from almost all other rooms in the prison, at least the ones she was in.  After twenty minutes, four men walked into the conference room.  Megan looked at Andi, who seemed to recognize at least one of them.  That was confirmed when one of them came over to her and gave her a hug.

The man looked at her almost tenderly.  Andi’s expression was hard to read, with the ball gag, but it appeared to be a mixture of affection and irritation.  After he hugged her, he caressed her breasts, then said, “We have some announcements to make, then I’ll take out your gag and we can talk.  After that, we can talk to these two.  After all of that, the prison officials will take all of us to a sex room where the three of you will entertain us.”

The men sat, leaving the slaves to stand, bound and gagged.  Another one of the men spoke.  “We have the scheduling cleared up.  We will start filming the prison scenes next week.  These two will be playing the roles of the prison friends that the script had, with some changes to the script to make their roles much like their real situations.  It may help them in acting it.  We had you whipped a little because the first scenes filmed require faded whip marks.  During the filming, you won’t get any punishments that aren’t part of the script, but there will be a lot of those.  We have changed the script to include some of the punishments available in this prison that weren’t in the original script.  Andi, the role of your husband will be played by Bill,” and as he said that he motioned to the man to his right, who nodded at Andi.  “You’ve met.  You two will be having sex for the next few days so that your sex in the movie will look like sex between two people that are used to sex with each other.  You two,” he motioned to Linda and Megan, “will get sex from the actors playing your husbands to get you used to them.  We will give you scripts so you can learn your lines, and you will all stay in the same large cell from now until the end of the prison scene filming.  After that, Andi will leave the prison to film the before-prison and after-prison scenes.  At least one of you other two will also have some before or after prison scenes filmed outside the prison, but one of you has some restrictions that may keep you in here;  we’ll get that sorted out later.  I am the director.  Frank, here, is the producer.  The final member of the foursome is Eddie Lockrin, who you may remember is Andi’s owner.”

That last sentence let Megan know who the man who had approached Andi was.  She had been right;  he was someone Andi knew.  Megan was a little surprised that she had thought Andi had mixed irritation and affection when she saw him;  he was the man who had enslaved her and had allowed her to be abused by a crowd when she was enslaved.  Maybe he had made up to her a little.

Eddie turned to cunt 3905 and said, “Take out Andi’s gag.”  Cunt 3905 immediately move over to Andi and unbuckled her gag and removed it.  Cunt 3905 left her own gag in.  Andi worked her jaw a little to get the kinks out and then spoke.

“Hi, Eddie.  Hello, Bill.  It’s good to work with you again.  Is the style of the sex scripted or do we get to improvise?”

Bill replied, “It’s good to work with you again, too.  Last time I didn’t get to have sex with you.  This will be a real treat.  One of the fuckings has been scripted, but there are at least four others that we can do pretty much as we please.”

“Am I bound or unbound?”

“The in-prison fuckings are all bound.  The one pre-prison fuck is not bound.  The after-prison fuck doesn’t say.  We can discuss it and go for the best visual.”

“The last script I saw had a lot more than three women in it, even discounting the slaves in the background that being in the prison will show.  Who do we have for them?”

The director replied, “They were all minor characters with few or no lines.  We can pick out a few prisoners for some, and we have some disposable slaves for the harsher punishment sequences.”

“How many snuff do you have in the script now?”

“Let’s see.  There’s a hanging, a guillotine scene, and one that we’ve been trying to decide from the electric chair, drowning, or impalement.”

“Lovely.”

The director turned to cunt 3905 and said, “Take the gags out of the other two.”  Cunt 3905 did that efficiently, and again didn’t remove her own gag.

The director spoke to Megan and Linda.  “We agreed to use you in the movie because your photos showed you to be beautiful and Andi thought that you had some acting experience.  Now that I see you in person, I am convinced that you look good enough for the movie.  Turn around so we can see your whole bodies.”

The two slaves turned one way, then the other, showing off all their skin.

“Yes, quite beautiful.  You,” he said, nodding at Megan, “You did some high school plays?  Speak some of your lines from a play.”

Megan considered briefly, then gave Katharina’s ending speech from Shakespeare’s “The Taming Of The Shrew.”

Fie, fie! unknit that threatening unkind brow,
And dart not scornful glances from those eyes,
To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor:
It blots thy beauty as frosts do bite the meads,
Confounds thy fame as whirlwinds shake fair buds,
And in no sense is meet or amiable.
A woman moved is like a fountain troubled,
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty;
And while it is so, none so dry or thirsty
Will deign to sip or touch one drop of it.
Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee,
And for thy maintenance commits his body
To painful labour both by sea and land,
To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,
Whilst thou liest warm at home, secure and safe;
And craves no other tribute at thy hands
But love, fair looks and true obedience;
Too little payment for so great a debt.
Such duty as the subject owes the prince
Even such a woman oweth to her husband;
And when she is froward, peevish, sullen, sour,
And not obedient to his honest will,
What is she but a foul contending rebel
And graceless traitor to her loving lord?
I am ashamed that women are so simple
To offer war where they should kneel for peace;
Or seek for rule, supremacy and sway,
When they are bound to serve, love and obey.
Why are our bodies soft and weak and smooth,
Unapt to toil and trouble in the world,
But that our soft conditions and our hearts
Should well agree with our external parts?
Come, come, you froward and unable worms!
My mind hath been as big as one of yours,
My heart as great, my reason haply more,
To bandy word for word and frown for frown;
But now I see our lances are but straws,
Our strength as weak, our weakness past compare,
That seeming to be most which we indeed least are.
Then vail your stomachs, for it is no boot,
And place your hands below your husband’s foot:
In token of which duty, if he please,
My hand is ready; may it do him ease.

The director applauded her.  “Well done.  And very appropriate for the situation.  I’m impressed you recall it so well.  How long did it take you to memorize your role?”

“About a week, with some fumbles in rehearsal.”

“That’s very good for that kind of material.  The lines in this movie won’t be as hard.”  he paused.  “You are bound more severely than the others.  Is it because you are violent?”

“No, sir;  these are the chains I was brought here in.  I think they use the chains women were brought in.”

The director turned to cunt 3905.  “Take out your gag.”  When she was done, he asked, “Is that true?”

“It often is.  She was brought in wearing the chains required for chain bail, and we just kept using them.  We would usually stop using the leg irons after about a month, but we like the belly chains and we use them when they are available.”

“So she’s not violent?”

“She hasn’t been violent around me, I’ve heard no reports about it, there is no violence in her records, and violent women get sent to the old punishment block.”

The director nodded, then turned his attention to Linda.  “What can you perform for us?”

Linda had been thinking, so she had something right away.  She knew it wasn’t as good a speech as Megan’s, but it was what she knew.  She picked a speech by Titania, from
“A Midsummer Night’s Dream”.

The director smiled.  “Two Shakespearean actresses, brought together as slaves in a prison.  What could the Bard have done with this?  Tis well met, maidens.  I’m convinced that you will do well in your roles.  Not only can you speak, you are gorgeous, and, according to reports, you are all really good fucks.  We can let you read your parts and answer any questions after that.  For now, let’s get you moved to the sex room.  I feel a great need to become better acquainted with these girls.”  He turned and spoke to cunt 3905.  “There are four of us and only three of them.  Are you our fourth?”

“I can be at your request, but we have another girl already in the sex room waiting for you.”

“Good.  We may use you in the movie in the same role that you play here.  If you do that, you will also be used for sex in the movie.  Are you interested?”

“I’m not a regular prisoner.  My husband works for the prison.  I’ll have to ask him.  I would like to be part of this, and I’d love to get some good, solid fuckings.”

“I’d like to have you in the movie.  You have a certain presence.  Please have him talk to me.  I’ll be here every day.”

“Yes, sir.  Shall I take these cunts to the sex room?”

“Yes, go ahead.”

Cunt 3905 walked over to the three bound slaves and took their leashes.  “Come with me, you three.  Your fuckings await.”  She tugged on the leases, and all three of them followed her out of the room, docile and obedient.

After they left the prison, James drove back to town.  When they were in the city, he drove to one of the Slave Store locations. “Come in with me, Janice. I’m going to get some toys.”

Janice was aware of the kind of toys that the Slave Store sold, and was apprehensive, but she didn’t object. She got out of the car and followed him.  She followed him quietly as he browsed the aisles of the store, and she noticed that he spent most of his time looking at bondage equipment. When he stayed at one display for a while, a nude clerk came over and asked him, “Can I help you find something, sir?”

“I’m getting some basic bondage and slave-keeping supplies.  Please bring a basket.” The clerk hurried off and returned with a basket on a cart. James was in front of a metal bondage device display.  He got several pairs of handcuffs, two pairs of leg cuffs, a set of belly chains like Janice had seen on his daughter, a box of keyed-alike locks, and a box containing various lengths of chain useful for binding women. After that, he moved on to a leather restraints display, with the clerk following him. He bought wrist and ankle cuffs, a pair of suspension cuffs, and a bondage belt. He tried them on Janice to make sure they fit before putting them in the basket. When he looked at a chastity belt, he turned to her and said, “Take off your pants and panties and put them in the cart.”

Janice knew he would expose her in public eventually, and this was it.  At least it was inside and out of sight of the street. She quickly took off her shoes, pants, and panties, put the pants and panties in the cart as ordered, and put the spike heels back on. He took the leather chastity belt and buckled it around her waist, then brought the crotch strap through her legs and fastened it in front. The clerk showed him how it could be locked with padlocks. He played around the crotch strap to see if it allowed for access to the pussy, for sex or masturbation, and it didn’t. The vulva were covered by a strong steel mesh that the leather crotch strap attached to above and below the vulva. In the back was a large ring over the anus. He told her, “Walk around for me.” She paraded back and forth and he saw that it didn’t seem to chafe too much. “OK, we’ll take it. Leave it on, Janice.” He moved on to another display. He looked at it for a long time, but moved on without selecting anything. Janice was relieved; he had been looking at whips, quirts, and crops. She was less happy when he selected a shock prod and put it in the cart. When they came to a pillory, he had her bend over and get her neck and wrists in position, then closed the pillory and locked it. He saw that she couldn’t get her hands out, but decided against the purchase and released her. He selected several dildos and vibrators, and was fascinated by a display of nipple clamps. He chose several pairs of those. That’s when he came across the collar aisle. There was everything from leather pet collars to posture collars, stainless steel collars with built-in locks, metal collars that latched on with no unlocking mechanism, for permanence, and all kinds of other things. What caught his interest most was a delicate-looking collar that looked like jewelry. It contained a cell phone, shock functions, a GPS locator, and a radio control system for other devices that might be around, on, or in the slave. When he asked the clerk about such devices. she showed him bracelets that could lock together and unlock when commanded through the collar, and a wide variety of vaginal devices that provided many possibilities. There was the basic vibrate and shock dildo, the heavy shock dildo, and a particularly nasty one that had vibrate, shock, and a lot of small sharp protrusions that could be extended or retracted when commanded by the collar. There was another one that had vibrate and shock functions, and also the ability to expand at the bottom to make it difficult to remove. It also had an optional clitoral shield that could be attached, making it very close to a chastity belt. “The expanding one with the spikes would be a good combination,” said James, obviously interested. The clerk picked up another box and showed him just what he had suggested. “This just came in yesterday.”

James had the clerk measure Janice for a collar, and had the clerk lock the golden cell-phone collar on Janice. He took the bracelets and the fancy new dildo, too. “Is there anything for her butt that is controlled by the collar?” The clerk showed him vibrating eggs, but James wasn’t very interested in that.

After that, James walked around and got a few more basic slave-control items, like a ball gag, a ring gag, a dental gag, a pair of spreader bars, and a butt plug.  He was walking toward the checkout counter when he encountered The Pole, which was a dildo mounted on something that looked like a bicycle seat, on top of an adjustable pole mounted on a wide base. He asked the clerk, “What is the point of this?”

“A woman mounted on this, handcuffed, can’t get off. It can bring great pleasure with vibration, electrical stimulation, heat, and motion. It can also bring great pain. The functions can be customized to the individual, for example, to bring a fast orgasm, or to stimulate and cut off before an orgasm, or to punish after one, or many other programs. It can be used to restrain a slave in one place, to give her pleasure, to punish her, to warm her up. It can be controlled by the collar, which can be controlled through the cell phone, and the pole device can report the woman’s status back to the collar. A woman can mount herself on the pole, and then can’t get off unless released manually or by remote control. Some owners have their slave mount themselves at some prearranged time. The owner can check if the woman is on the pole and can administer any treatment through the collar, then have her kept there or released. One attachment is pole-controlled handcuffs attached to the back of the seat that the slave can be instructed to put on when she mounts herself; the pole can report if they are on properly or not. Many slaves love what can be done to them on the pole; many fear it. Many do both. I was on it for hours as part of my training, and it can be heaven and it can be hell.”

James enthusiastically said, “I’ll take one of these, too, and the pole-controlled cuffs.” He paid for his purchases. Another store slave packed them into a cart, then loaded a boxed-up pole into the cart, and said, “I will bring these to your car, if you like.”

James nodded, noted that Janice’s pants and panties were in the cart, and led Janice and the store slave out of the store and to his car. Janice had been trained in slave training to take public nudity well, but she didn’t like it. The store slave stowed his new toys in the trunk, bowed, and took the cart back to the store.  James had Janice get in the car, and they drove home.

When they got home, James closed the garage door, popped the trunk, and took the pole box out. “Get the rest of this stuff up to my bedroom, then get your clothes off and present yourself to me in there.”

While Janice carried items upstairs, James was putting the pole together.  Janice didn’t like the look of the thing.  After he had assembled it, he attached chains to the bed and got out the leather restraints.  When Janice walked into the room naked except for the chastity belt that he had not told her to remove, he was disrobing. He had her pull off his pants and socks, then lower his shorts. “Take off the belt, and put on these leather cuffs.” Janice did so. When she was done, James attached locks to the cuffs to keep them on her, then had her lie spread-eagle on the bed. He used more locks to fasten the cuffs to the chains on the bed. She was stretched across the bed, wide open. He looked at her for a minute, then got an old pillow and put it under her butt. She enjoyed the time after that, because he was a generous lover and gave her plenty of foreplay.  When he decided to enter her, it was a moderately slow fuck that never sped up. He just kept up his rhythm. She came just before him.  He laid atop her for a while, then got off and went to the bathroom, leaving her spread and chained.  She decided she didn’t mind bondage sex, as if it made any difference whether she minded it. It seemed like an hour before he came back and released her. After he removed the locks holding the cuffs on, he told her to take the cuffs off, clean up, and take some personal time until 6, when they would dine out.

Janice used the time to arrange her things in her room. She had to stack up her books; there wasn’t anything to put books on. She doubted that she would ever be able to get the rest of the books that she had reluctantly left behind. She tried her computer and found that he had indeed connected the wall jack to the internet, and she was able to reach her free email accounts. She kept in touch with some high school classmates and some of the slaves she had been in slave school with.

At 6, she went to him dressed for dinner. He hadn’t ordered her to, but it seemed to her that he wanted her to use her common sense.  She found him dressed in shirt and slacks. He looked her over and said, “You look fine. Let’s go.”

They had a nice dinner at an Italian restaurant, complete with a fine wine.  Janice decided she could get used to this. So far, the sex had been great and she hadn’t been subjected to too many indignities. However, she did realize that she hadn’t been his slave for long, and he might change his behavior towards her. She wasn’t too worried; his daughter seemed to trust him, and he had been decent. When they returned to his home, she asked him what she was to do.

“You can have free time until I go to bed. I’m going to watch some TV; you are welcome to join me. Tomorrow I want you to do a first pass at cleaning up the house, refill the larder, and have dinner ready at 6.”

She followed him to the living room, where he watched a network show that he apparently followed. After that, he switched to a hard-core porn cable channel, but mercifully, as far as she was concerned, not a torture or snuff channel. It had lots of sex and bondage, and he really got wrapped up in it. When he saw her watching closely too, he said, “Let’s get our clothes off.” When they were both nude, he said, “Come here and sit on my lap.” They watched the show and the next one. She liked it; he sat and held her with one arm and occasionally played with her with the other hand. The show and his playing got her hot and wet. She hadn’t seen much sex, and her parents hadn’t subscribed to any of these channels. She saw sex that she had never imagined.  James became aware that she was dripping wet. When the second show was over, he turned it off, and asked her, “Which of those sex acts did you like the best?”

“The one where the woman was on top with the man rubbing her clit.”

He smiled at the tame event she had selected.  “Then that’s what we’ll do tonight.  Up to bed.” He sent her ahead while he checked the doors and turned off lights.

When he was on the bed, he told her to straddle him and position her vagina above his cock. She did that, and looked at him for instructions. “You go ahead and get it inside you.  You will be doing all the moving. Let’s see how you do.” She reached down, took his rigid cock in her hand, and gently raised it to the vertical. She maneuvered over it and put it at her entrance, then pushed down slowly, engulfing him. When she had him all the way inside, she pressed down harder, mainly to find out how it felt, and was gratified to find that it felt great. She started slowly rising and falling, keeping an eye on his face for clues as to his pleasure. He seemed to like what she was doing, so she kept it up. When she got more excited, she sped up; he still seemed to be happy with her performance. This was his third sex act of the day, so he was slow in climaxing. He reached out and started rubbing her clitoris, which immediately caused her to climax. She kept up the motion after a brief pause, and he kept up the stimulation. After another climax of hers, he came. He had her sit still to let him enjoy the feeling of her around him for a minute or so, then had her get off.

“So, now that you’ve tried it, how do you like it?”

She was still breathing hard from the exertion. “I loved it. It’s a lot of work to do the motion, isn’t it?”

“Yes it is. You did very well. I think I’ll really enjoy having you here. You are a natural at sex.” They were both soon asleep.

In the morning, she stayed nude while she prepared him eggs and bacon, wearing only an apron to protect her.  She took it off to serve him. After he was done, he said, “Sit down.” After she had done so, he said, “Did you stay nude to please me?”

“Yes, sir. Did it displease you?”

“No, it certainly did not displease me. I like it. You don’t need to do that all the time, but I do like it. You are a beautiful woman, and I like looking at you. I’ll repeat my instructions about today. While I’ve been in the house alone, I’ve not cleaned it much. You are to do a first attempt at cleaning it up. You won’t be able to do it all today, so clean up the worst. The refrigerator is nearly empty, and the pantry isn’t well stocked. Look at what’s in there and replenish. I left the car keys and the credit card I want you to use on my desk. Don’t leave the house nude. Is there anything you need to get settled?”

“I don’t have anything to put my books on.”

“I don’t have an unused bookcase, so go get one.” He told her where he wanted her to purchase the bookcase. “Have them deliver it. Get a nice one. Anything else?”

She decided to go for it. “There are more boxes of my books in my parent’s house. I have almost all of the rest of my stuff, but there were too many books to bring in one trip.”

“Over the next few days, call them and arrange to pick up the books. If you will need more than one bookcase, get two.”

“I will. Thank you, sir.”

He thought for a while. “What kind of books do you have?”

“Literature, science fiction, mathematics, chemistry, physics, history, and some others.”

He thought for a little longer. “When I get home, I want to see your educational records on my desk, along with any standardized test scores you have.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Come with me.” He led her back to the bedroom, where he handed her the remote-controlled dildo he had purchased. “There’s lubricant in the top drawer of the dresser. Put it inside you.” She got the lube and got on with inserting the device into herself. It scared her. She turned back to him to see him holding out the chastity belt. “Put this on.” She buckled it on moderately tightly, then turned back to him. He took two padlocks and locked the belt onto her. “I don’t know if I’ll do this all the time, but it pleases me to do it today. Can you walk normally?”

She tried it, and although the dildo inside her felt funny as she walked, she thought she could walk fine. “Yes, sir.”

“Here’s my business card with my office phone on it in case you have any big problems. I’m off to work.”

“Goodbye, sir.”

After he left, she cleaned up the kitchen, threw out the trash, and took inventory of the food supplies. There was just enough there to show what they usually ate before the rest of his family went to the slave prison. Janice took notes and made up a shopping list. Still nude, she went around the house to find what needed cleaning. It wasn’t as bad as she had feared, mainly trash removal, vacuuming, and dusting, although the master bath needed major cleaning. She did that first, then straightened out the master bedroom. While she was doing that, she found the owner’s manual for her collar and for the dildo locked inside her. She sat and read them, wanting to know what it could do to and for her.

She was amazed at how sophisticated it was. It had a cell phone that allowed her owner to speak to her and find out where she was by getting her position from the built-in GPS system. He could query her location or have the collar send out bluetooth controls to other devices without alerting her, unless the device’s actions let her know it. He could listen to her at any time without her knowing he was doing it. The collar had shock functions for discipline, and the higher settings could knock most slaves out. There was a button on the collar that she could press. A long press caused it to call her owner if he had programmed his number into it. Two shorter presses cause it to use voice-recognition to receive instructions. The amount of control that she could have was up to her owner. He could let her have a voice-activation word so that she didn’t need to press the button, she supposed in case she was tied up. It could let her call out by giving a number, and it allowed her to store frequently-called numbers in it. She tried pressing the button twice, and got a spoken message, “Slave control functions have not been authorized.” The dildo was less complicated, but it had provisions for punishment shocks, pleasurable electric discharges, vibration, swelling at the bottom to inhibit removal, a detachable clitoral shield that could prevent masturbation, stimulate, or shock the clitoris, and retractable spikes that could be extended to make it painful and unremovable. The spikes could come out just a little, to irritate, or longer distances to cause more pain or actual damage. She hoped he didn’t want to use the spikes on her. She put the manuals back where she found them. She found another manual, a small one that explained the chastity belt. She read it quickly and found instructions on how to expel waste while wearing it.

She dressed and took the charge card and keys, then drove to the furniture store. She found a bookcase that went well with her room’s furnishings and had them deliver two of them. She went to a grocery store and bought the items on her list, then returned to her new home and put everything away. She spent the rest of the day cleaning and getting supper ready. She found it most convenient to do the work nude, to avoid soiling her clothes. She found a hamper full of towels and washed them, and sorted out his dirty laundry into those she knew how to wash and those she wanted instructions on.

At 4, the furniture store delivery truck pulled up. The delivery man rang the doorbell. Janice was nude except for the chastity belt, cleaning the downstairs bathroom. She figured the delivery man would leave if she got dressed. Anyhow, she was a slave; she might as well get used to it. She answered the door. The delivery guy looked her over, then said, “I have a couple of bookshelves.”

“Yes. I’ll show you where to put them.”

The delivery man and two slaves picked up the first unit and brought it inside, then went out for the second one. They carried the second one up the stairs following Janice, then got the second one. They put the bookcases where she directed them, had her sign the delivery confirmation, and left. Janice was surprised how mater-of-fact they were. It took her a while to realize that meeting nude house slaves was all in a day’s work for them. She took the paperwork for the bookcases and the groceries and put it on her owner’s desk, then remembered his instructions to have her academic records on his desk. She retrieved them, then set them, the charge card, and the car keys on his desk as well. She took a few minutes, as supper baked, and put her beloved books on the new shelves.

When 5:30 rolled around, she was surprised to find out how much she had gotten done. She dressed, then stayed in the kitchen tending to the meal she had prepared. When her owner walked in, she went to him, put her hands behind her, looked down, and said, “Welcome home, Master.”

“Hello, Janice. You don’t have to look down. How did things go today?”

“Very well, master. I got the groceries and the bookcases, and I cleaned several bathrooms and the kitchen.”

“Good. Did you put your records on my desk?”

“Yes, master, along with the credit card receipts, the bookcase paperwork, the charge card, and the keys.”

“Good. I meant for you to keep the card and the keys for household business, but I may have forgotten to tell you. I’ll leave them on the desk for the next time you need it.”

“Yes, master.”

“Will dinner be ready at 6?”

“Yes, master. It’s ready to eat now.”

“I’ll be there in a few minutes.” He went to his office, curious about the girl’s school records. He glanced over them and was astonished. Not only was she gorgeous, she was apparently a very bright student. She had high grades, was in the top ten of her graduating class, and had 99th percentile marks on both the SAT and ACT tests. She was that smart and her father still sold her out? He must be a very strong believer in the universal enslavement ideal.

He paused before he went to the dining room. She was worth more than being a housekeeper. She was even worth more than being a pleasure slave. He wasn’t going to give up the pleasure slave part of it, but he could send her to college and get a housekeeper slave. He smiled to himself. What a burden; he would have two slaves to fuck.

Mimsy was miserable.  Her husband who had enslaved her and stuck her in this horrible place had visited her and yelled at her.  It wasn’t her fault, in her mind, that she had been snippy, argumentative, and had threatened him with financial ruin.  He had used the torture devices that the sadistic guards had put on her to silence her, and then had ranted about how she would do what he said or die.  At least, that was her view of it.  She didn’t think of herself as a slave, she didn’t think that it was legal for her to be confined and tortured, and she wasn’t going to change.  Ah, Mimsy.  It must be so nice to be impervious to reality.
 
Shortly after her husband left, the prison doctor came in.  “In order to reduce the stress on your heart, we will be removing excess skin flaps that resulted from your weight loss.  The surgery will be tomorrow.  We will probably have to do a second round later after you have lost the remainder of your excess weight.  You will not eat for the rest of the day so you will be ready for surgery tomorrow.  You can drink as much water as you like today, but not after midnight.  This is relatively minor surgery, so your recovery should be quick.  We should have you back on the treadmill in three days.”
 
Mimsy got mad again.  “How dare you cut me open!  I didn’t agree to that.  You’re starving me already and you won’t feed me today?  I refuse to get back on that torture device you call a treadmill!  Let me out of here immediately!”
 
The doctor shook his head and pressed the “silent” button on the box on the table.  Mimsy started to rant further, but the collar around her neck shocked her as the first sounds came out.  “Cunt 4567, I’m not the psychologist, but I know that you are either pigheaded beyond belief or deluded.  You are a slave.  You have no rights.  The decisions have been made.  You are getting surgery and you will lose weight.  You will walk on the treadmill.  Your owner is trying to preserve your life for reasons of his own.  If you keep this up, at some point he will probably stop trying, and the prison has a large number of painful ways of helping end your life.  Someone will get you back to your cell soon.  No treadmill before the surgery.”  The doctor stood and left.
 
Mimsy was silent but furious.  He was a doctor?  He should be kicked out of the profession!  He called her a cunt!  On reflection, everyone here called her a cunt.  This was an uncivilized place!
 
The psychologist was watching on a television monitor.  He had cunt 4566 with him.  “As you can see, your mother is resisting to her utmost.  What I’m trying to figure out is whether it is due to sheer pigheadedness, as the doctor said, or some kind of mental block that keeps her from accepting reality.  What do you think?”
 
Megan thought for a while.  “I’m not sure.  I think both, though.  She’s hanging on to her old life by refusing to accept her slavery and imprisonment, and it might be more than just stubborn behavior.  She’s been getting worse and worse over the last few years.  Nothing is ever her fault.  Would it help if I talked to her?”
 
The psychologist thought for a while.  “It might, or it might make it worse.  Something has to give, though.  I’ll send you in, chained like you are now.  Don’t touch her.  Stay on the other side of the table.  Try not to get her mad.  I’ll use the remote control system to allow her to talk at a low volume, just above a whisper.  That tends to damp out emotional responses.  You might want to tell her that better behavior brings better treatment, and we are prepared to put her misbehavior behind us if she calms down.  You could also compare your experiences with hers.  All she has encountered so far is incarceration, nudity, reduced food, and walking on the treadmill.  And of course, the silent setting on the collar.”
 
“I’ll try.  I doubt I’ll get too far, but I have to try.”
 
The psychologist did something with a laptop computer and said, “There, the silent setting has been changed to low voice.  I’ll lead you to the room.”
 
Megan walked into the room and sat on a chair across the table from her mother.  She said, “You can talk now, as long as you talk quietly.  Don’t yell.”
 
“Megan!  Thank God you are OK.  Please tell them to let me go.”
 
“It won’t help.  I’m a slave in their custody.  You are a slave in their custody.  That’s right, a slave, just like me and just like all the other women in here.  You have to accept that in order to move on.”
 
“He can’t enslave me!”  At the end of that statement, her voice rose and she got an immediate shock.
 
“That’s where you are wrong, Mom.  He can.  He did.  You can argue forever about whether he should have, but he could and he did.  You are a slave.  You must do what the prison people tell you to do.”
 
“They call me a cunt!  They starve me!  They put me on a torture machine!”
 
“They call every slave in here a cunt.  I’m cunt 4566.  You are cunt 4567.  Get used to it.  The diet is for your own good.  You would have been dead in a year or two the way you were gaining weight.  The treadmill is on slow.  You haven’t been tortured at all.  I’ve been in a noose on a gallows, stuck underwater with an air supply that kept cutting off, suspended in a cage all night twice, and fucked 50 times.  I know there is a lot more in store for me because the court ordered it.  If you behave, you can avoid punishment.  Just start by understanding the basic fact:  You. Are. A. Slave.”
 
Mimsy was struck silent by her daughter’s words.  She wasn’t used to Megan being so forceful with her.  Megan’s recitation of punishments, and her use of the word ‘fuck,’ struck Mimsy.  It finally broke through the protective barrier she had erected.  “Oh, baby, I’m sorry that you suffered.”
 
“I can survive.  I’m pretty tough.  I can survive because I know I’m a slave and that I have to deal with what is thrown at me.  You have to do that too.”
 
“I can’t believe he did this.”
 
Megan paused, then said, “I was amazed he took this long to do it.  You gave him a hard time all of the time.  I heard your arguments.  You cut him off years ago.  You gained weight and ignored his pleas to watch your health.  You yelled at him all the time over nothing.  The way you got over my being sent here pushed him into it.  The psychologist can help you through it, but you have to want it to work.  You have to improve your health by reducing your weight and exercising and you have to drop the old harpy act.  It’s your only chance.  If you don’t improve your health, I’ll lose you.  It’s plain to everyone but you that you are on the edge of death, and I don’t want to lose you.”
 
There was a long silence.  Mimsy was crying.  Inside, she was aghast by what Megan had said, both angry at the insolence and touched by the concern.  Reality was seeping in around the edges of the closed door of her mind, but it was a slow leak, and would take a while to get to any useful level.  Megan finally made up a story so she could leave and end this painful encounter.  “They didn’t give me much time.  I have to leave now.  Please think about what I said and stop resisting.”  Megan stood.
 
Mimsy said, in a voice just above a whisper, “Thank you for coming to see me, Megan.  I love you.”
 
Megan smiled.  “I love you too, Mom.  Please get better so we will have each other for a while yet?”
 
Mimsy nodded, and Megan went to the door.  The psychologist opened it and let her out.
 
“Good job!  You ended it at about the right time, but I expect because of emotional overload more than effectiveness of message.”
 
“Yes.”
 
“Like I said, good job.  It deserves a reward.  Instead of the cage for the afternoon, would you rather be a fuck toy?”
 
Megan brightened.  “Yes, by all means.  Please.  Join in if you like.”
 
A few minutes later, a guard went into the room and made a show of turning the silencing function of the collar back on, took off the leg spreader bar, then led Mimsy back toward her cell with her hands still attached to the yoke.  On the way he passed a video monitor, and he stopped, changed the channel, and let Mimsy watch Megan getting fucked doggy-style for a few minutes.
After that, he took her to her cell, locked her collar chain to her collar, and got on the radio to ask whether the yoke was supposed to come off.  He knew it was, but he was doing it to play with her mind.

At the same time, Megan was having an orgasm, just after the psychologist had his.  He had taken her doggy-style and had done a great job of making her feel good too.  After he withdrew, she rolled over and looked up at him.  “Was that a standard therapy?”

He laughed.  “Maybe it should be.  If you liked it, it would be a reward.”

“I did like it.  Please look me up when you are horny.”

“I’ll do that.”  He finished dressing and started out the door.  He paused and said, “You and the other two made a great fuck-toy team the other day.  I think I’ll reassign them to be in here rather than in the cages this afternoon.  You may end up in the cages all night, though.”

“I can deal with it.  It’s better than those tanks.”

“Yes, but the tanks are much better at getting cooperation and curbing bad behavior.”

“I can believe it.”

Janice woke in a strange bed. She looked around and saw her owner, and memories of the sex the night before came flooding back. She saw that he was watching her. She said, “Good morning, master.”

“Good morning, Janice. I want you to look at something.” He pulled back the sheet that covered them. She saw that he had an erection. She hadn’t looked at his penis closely the night before, but now she saw that it was quite large. He continued, “This is what we call ‘morning wood.’ I like to use morning wood. We use morning wood differently than we used my erection last night. Morning sex is almost always a ‘quickie.’ Roll on your back.”

She immediately rolled onto her back and spread her legs. The slave training had done her a lot of good. It had given her quick responses for various situations, and the response to an order to prepare for sex on her back was well-drilled-in. He climbed on top of her and she automatically used her hand to guide him in. She was amazed to find that she was already lubricating. Maybe that was the result of the slave training too. He was inside her now, smoothly stroking his full length, and slowly accelerating. She matched his motions, pushing back against him, and squeezing him with her vaginal muscles as hard as she could. It turned into a pounding fuck. The repeated impacts were arousing her even more, and she responded to his vigorous sex with equally vigorous pushing. She found herself climaxing, and he climaxed immediately after her. He laid still atop her, still stiff and inside her. He finally rose from her and got off the bed. “Come shower with me,” he ordered.

She followed him into the bathroom, where he got the water going and adjusted it to be quite warm. He told her, “I want you to wash me. I’ll probably wash you, except for your hair.” They got in, and she washed him carefully. That was another slave training course of instruction. She enjoyed it, and she enjoyed him washing her. He got out and towelled off while she washed her hair. She got out and dried herself. He sat on a chair in the bedroom and watched her.

“Janice, we will remain naked in the house today. I’m taking the day off. We’ll go downstairs to the kitchen and get breakfast.” She understood that to mean, Janice will make breakfast.

Much to her surprise, her owner joined in making breakfast. He finally caught on to her astonishment and said, “I like to cook. I just don’t have much time for it. I’m taking today off, though, so I can do what I want.” He grabbed an apron to cook bacon and eggs while she took care of the rest of the preparations. When all was ready, they sat and ate. She was nervous about being nude, but he was nude too. She had been nude in slave training, but hadn’t been nude much other than that. She saw him admiring her body. She was glad he liked her looks; she thought it might make being his slave easier.

After breakfast, she washed up and he relaxed in his den. She wasn’t surprised that he didn’t share in the chores like he did in the cooking. When she was done, she went to the den. He looked up and smiled, pleased to see his new beautiful possession. “Janice, climb on my desk and stand there.” She did his bidding, wondering what his purpose was. It became clear that he just wanted to look at her. She stood with her legs apart and turned at his direction. He looked at her for half an hour. He finally told her, “You are a real beauty.” He reached up and touched her labia. “Keep this smoothly shaved.” He finally had her get off the desk and sit on his lap. He played with her clitoris and kissed her nipples for a long time, making her very wet. He told her, “Make yourself come.” She rubbed herself hard, inducing an orgasm quickly because she was already aroused. “Kiss me.” She kissed him hard, hoping that her technique would please him. He seemed to be pleased; he kissed back hard and played with her clitoris some more.

After about two hours of examining her and playing, he rose and said, “It’s time for some introduction to the household.” He led her to the garage and showed her the car she would drive. “It was my daughter’s car. It is in good condition. Report any problems you have with it.” They went back to the den where he got the car keys and handed them to her. He led her through the rest of the house, including the laundry room and the cleaning supplies. He also showed her his workshop and a small empty room next to it. “I plan on using this room for sex equipment, things like a pillory, a bondage frame, and a floor stocks. I have ordered a device called a pole for my bedroom. You will probably like that one. Sex is going to be a constant part of your life. I have some books I want you to read. Did your slave training teach you about sucking?”

Janice said, “Yes. They covered that extensively. I got high scores in sucking.”

“Good. I think that buying you will turn out to be a great investment.”

Janice followed him back upstairs, thinking that she had sunk fast from being a promising student to being an owned physical asset valued most highly for the physical entertainment value of her holes.

He had recovered from the morning sex, it appeared, because he was erect again and leading her to his bedroom. She had decided that she liked sex. She wasn’t all that fond of sucking, but she was good at it. Maybe sucking him would be better than the sucking that she had done during slave training. She was hoping he wasn’t into anal sex, but she didn’t doubt that he would use her rear entrance sooner or later. A slave that spoke to them at slave training had told them that making the sex enjoyable for their owner was the most important thing in their lives, and she believed it. There was nothing more important to her staying alive and being treated well than keeping him happy with sex. She was hoping that her life would improve, but she knew that she was basically a fuck toy that did household chores.

This time the sex took longer. He put her ankles on this shoulders, bending her double. He rode her for a long time, moving slowly and steadily. After he came, he stayed there and kept her bent double. He didn’t go soft; he just stayed embedded in her and moved every once in a while. When he finally got off of her he told her to clean his cock off. She understood what he wanted and used her mouth. She deep-throated him for a while as part of the cleaning. It pleased him greatly.

After that, he told her to get dressed. She left him in his room. She found him fifteen minutes later in the living room, with him dressed casually. “Let’s go for a ride, Janice. I want to introduce you to my family.”

She shuddered internally, but followed him docilely to his car.

They rode in the car for an hour, with little conversation. She didn’t want to talk about him putting his wife and daughter in a slave prison. He didn’t volunteer anything. They just rode on the smaller and smaller roads out to the slave prison.

They arrived at the prison. It was an imposing, depressing stone edifice surrounded by double tall fences topped with razor wire. The guard towers featured guards with rifles. It scared Janice, but she didn’t say anything. They pulled through the gate without being challenged and parked in a small parking lot near the imposing front gate. They walked into the lobby, and a man in a suit approached them and said, “Mr. Morrison?”

Her owner responded, “Yes.” The prison official said, “Thank you for the advance notice of the visit. It allowed us to skip the start of some punishments. Is the young lady with you a relative?”

“No, she is my slave. I wanted her to meet my family.”

“Of course. We just need to know for our record keeping.”

“Does she need to be nude?”

“Not unless you require it. We have your daughter in one visiting room and your wife in another one. Unless internal gossip passed it on, your daughter does not know that her mother is in here too.”

Mr. Morrison looked at Janice and said, “Do not tell Megan.” Janice shuddered again and said, “I won’t, master.” He smiled and said, “That’s the right answer.” He turned to the prison official and said, “I’d like to see Megan first.”

“Of course.” He turned to a nearby nude prisoner and said, “Cunt 3905, take these two to see cunt 4566.”

The woman he referred to as cunt 3905 led them to a small room. Before she opened the door, James Morrison asked her, “How is she holding up?”

Cunt 3905 responded, “She has put up with some rather unpleasant punishments remarkably well. She has been a fuck toy twice for the guards, and they have all raved about her. There will be a movie made in this prison shortly, and the lead performer and the producers have both asked that she be allowed to have a part in the movie. She is beautiful and smart and has some acting ability.”

“If it would make her happier, I’d allow it, if it doesn’t violate the court ordered punishment.”

“The prison officials will talk to you about it before you leave. The scenes she would be in would involve enough punishment to uphold the court order.”

“I’ll consider it. Have you had contact with Megan?”

“To me, she is cunt 4566. Yes, I’ve conducted cunt 4566 to several punishments. She seems like a nice young woman and it has been a pleasure to have her here. Most of the cunts I have to deal with desperately need more punishment. I think that for her, punishment level four is too much, but she has dealt with it well.” Cunt 3905 opened the door and let them into the meeting room.

Megan sat in a chair. Her hands were in belly chains, and she was shackled. She was, James realized, in the same bondage that he had left her here in.

“Megan?”

She looked up and said, “Dad?” She rose, but was unable to embrace him. He embraced her.

“How are you doing, Megan?”

She sat, exhaled, and said, “It will be a really long year, Dad. I’ve been fake hung, nearly drowned, hung in a cage all night twice, and a lot of other things.”

“I know. I check the web records every morning. You are a big star on the web site.”

“I figured that. The more I show off, the better the meals are and the better I get treated. I figured that out. The guards do like to screw me, by the way.”

“Yes, I noticed that too. I also noticed that it seems to make you happier.”

“You notice a lot, Dad. I know you had to put me in here to save my life, but you seem to be enjoying it.” Megan stopped and looked at Janice. “I recognize you. You were a year behind me in high school.”

“Yes, I’m Janice.”

“What are you doing here with my father?”

She looked at James, who nodded. “I am his slave.”

Megan looked at her father warily. “That only means one thing. Mom would go ballistic over you having a slave. You enslaved her and got rid of her.”

“Enslaved, yes. Got rid of, no. She was insufferable over your situation, after being nearly insufferable for years.”

Megan replied, “I figured that. I could barely stand her that last day. So what did you do with her?”

“You are cunt 4566. She is cunt 4567. She is being slimmed down and taught when to keep her mouth shut.”

Janice was shocked by the response from Megan. She laughed. “One of the guards mentioned cunt 4567, and I said I didn’t know her. We aren’t supposed to lie to the guards, so I’m in trouble.”

“No, you aren’t. You know your mother. You don’t know cunt 4567.”

“I’m not surprised, Dad. I wondered why you put up with her so long. So you enslaved her, stuck her in here, and bought this cunt?”

James said, “Megan, this is Janice, my slave. Yes, I fuck her. She is also my housekeeper. Janice, this is my daughter Megan.”

Megan looked at her more closely, then said, “Charmed.”

James said, “What’s this I hear about a movie?”

“Andi Jolls is a prisoner here to get experience in the prison. I met her when she fed me in a cage one evening. We spent the night in adjacent cages a few nights after that, then spent the day entertaining guards and officials the next day. She said that if I wanted to, and my owner approved, she would like to have me in the movie. It would be a bit part if I speak at all. She wants me to be one of the extras in punishment scenes, taking punishments with her. I think it would be fun and would make the experience of being in here more bearable.”

“If you want to do it, I will authorize it, as long as it doesn’t cause a problem with the court’s approved punishments.”

“Thank you.”

The conversation went on to relating news of mutual friends. Janice sat there, shocked. When James stood fifteen minutes later and shepherded Janice from the room, he stopped when Megan spoke to Janice. “You take care of my dad, OK? Fuck him like you mean it.”

Janice managed to regain her wits and said, “I’ve only been his slave for a day. I like him. I like to fuck him. I hope that’s OK with you.”

“That’s what I want you to do. He is very loyal. He will keep you if you are loyal to him. Take care of him for me.”

“I will.”

The door closed behind them. Janice said, shaking, “That was beyond weird.”

James laughed. “That’s Megan. She knows I wouldn’t have done this to her except to save her from the slave meat market.”

Cunt 3905 led them to a nearby meeting room. “I don’t know cunt 4567 very well. I did put her in her cell. I also know that the guards put her on silent after she started whining. Be careful. She is quite depressed, and she looks terrible. She has lost a great deal of weight. I was told that afterwards, they will ask you to authorize some skin-reduction surgery to help with her recovery.” Cunt 3905 let them to the room and closed the door behind them.

The woman waiting for them was a great deal different from the girl in the previous room. The girl had been attractive and shackled in an enticing manner. This woman was obviously overweight and had obviously lost a great deal of weight recently. She was wearing a yoke around her neck with her hands fastened to the ends, and there was a spreader bar between her legs. She was nude, but most people would have preferred her to be clothed.

She looked up at their entrance and came active instantly. “James! You asshole! Get me out of here immediately! I’m going to take you for everything in the divorce!”

There was a box on the table. It had two buttons, labelled “Shock” and “Silence.” James pressed the shock button and held it down. Cunt 4567 shook and fell silent. James released the button and spoke. “Mimsy, or should I say, cunt 4567, you have no authority. None. I could have had you killed. I didn’t. I was hoping that some correction would help you. It may yet help you. I won’t terminate you, yet. The psychologist thinks you can be brought around. I hope so. I made a commitment to you a long time ago, and I hope that this place will let me keep it. Nevertheless, if you keep up this behavior, the next place you will visit will be a place like Hill’s.”

Mimsy sat, silent, staring at him. He continued, “You are a slave. You have absolutely no rights whatsoever. There will be no divorce. The enslavement took care of that. You will remain a slave even if I ever let you out of here alive. Get used to it. I bought a house slave, by the way. This is Janice. She is a great fuck and will keep the house cleaner and better organized than you have