February 1, 2009

This morning began just like every other morning. i woke up at 6 am and began my daily ritual of quickly showering, getting myself presentable, making breakfast and serving You in bed. I knelt quietly beside Your bed in my “in house attire.” (When i am home alone with my Master i am completely naked wearing only my two black leather wrist and ankle cuffs, and a thick black leather collar. All are locked in place with heavy padlocks and Master keeps the keys on His key ring along with His house and car keys. This is to remind me that i too am His property just as is His car and His house.) As You finished Your breakfast, You leaned over to kiss my forehead. You reminded me that You were excited about the Super Bowl party You planned for tonight. You said that W/we had a lot to do to get ready for O/our guest. (Master had invited five or six of His male friends over to watch the game with Him, and i was to serve the food and drinks.) Since i don’t share Your love for football, i didn’t share Your enthusiasm about the night’s upcoming events.

i ran the water for Your bath and then went to clean the dishes. When i returned, You were just about to step out of the tub. i dried Your body while You continued to talk about the things W/we needed to do. You kissed me passionately parting my lips with Your tongue, running Your fingers between my thighs and pausing on my clit. You stopped abruptly and wagged Your finger, wet with my juices, in front of my face and said, “No, no. you will not distract Me with your sweet, brown pussy today. W/we have a busy schedule ahead of U/us.” You pointed to a shopping bag sitting on the floor beside Your bed. “I got U/us something.” You followed me into the bedroom to watch me as i pulled two matching Steelers’ jerseys from the bag. Just as the ungrateful slave slut that i am, i began to complain.

“Master, please let me go out when Your friends arrive. i really hate football and i don’t think i can sit here all night while You and Your friends get drunk.”

The look on Your face was the same look that i have when You slap mine. Shock and disappointment washed over it, and Your cheeks glow red with fury. i should have known to stop there, but that was only the beginning of my whining and complaining.

You pulled Your favorite jeans of mine and a black and gold bra and panty set from my dresser drawers (my Master chooses my clothes that i wear everyday) and tell me to get dressed. i put those things on along with the new jersey and begin to tidy the house for guests. i spend the better part of the day preparing the food and snacks but i also constantly let You know that i am not happy with this task.

“i hate football, anyway.”

“i’m not having company, Master, You are.”

“Why can’t i just hang out with my friends?’

“Why can’t You just order pizza?”

“Why do i even need to be here?”

Finally, You had enough and couldn’t take my mouth anymore. You told me to strip and wait for you in the punishment room. (This room is where W/we keep most of O/our “equipment.” It used to be a garage, but Master had it closed off. There are no windows at all in the room. It has warm brown wall to wall carpeting and beige painted walls. Other than a large painting depicting a nude woman being whipped while tied to a cross, the room remains intentionally undecorated to give it a cold feeling. As you might have already guessed, this is my least favorite place in the house.) i know i’m in big trouble now. i immediately go into corner time, waiting for You to come in and administer my punishment.

It seemed like hours passed and my knees were aching from the carpet burns. i could hear Your friends beginning to arrive. When You did come into the room, i was expecting You to give me the usual spanking with Your belt and i was embarrassed because i knew that everyone would hear it. But that was not Your plan at all. You have secretly prepared for this moment because lately Your belt hadn’t been as effective in correcting my behavior.

Using the rings on my ankle and wrist cuffs, You tied me to the (asymmetrical) horse that You made for my birthday. (This allows my head to be low and my ass to be up high. The horse is lined with black vinyl covered padding along the base and where my knees rest, and is not too uncomfortable unless i am lying on it for long periods of time.) You pulled the steel medical tray in front of me so that i could see what ‘instruments’ You planned to use for my punishment. On the tray You placed two things: the large silicone buttplug that You have threatened to use on many occasions, that i fear won’t fit, and another item that i had never seen before. It was a steel plug with a hose and a funnel attached at the end of the hose.

My eyes instantly grew wide with fear and i knew what You were planning for me. Just as i began my verbally protests, You inserted the bright red ballgag in my mouth and left me in the room to ponder the situation. While You were away, i struggled to lift my head many times to look at Your instruments. My heart beat so fast i thought it would burst from my chest.

You got Your guests settled in and returned in about a half hour’s time. i begged You, through the gag, to forgive me by promising to be the best hostess i can be. i begged You for a severe beating with Your belt. But You told me it was way to late for that and i should have thought about that this morning before i pissed You off. You grabbed some lube and began working Your fingers in and around my asshole. My tears began to run down my face. i could feel my clit swelling while pressing against the base of the horse as i wiggled to allow Your finger easier access to my hole.

“you are such a fucking whore. you know that don’t you?” i could hear the smile on Your face as Your second finger slid in my ass and your thumb in my pussy. You played with me for a little longer and then pulled Your hand away.

“you know what’s coming next don’t you?” You asked as You brushed the cold steel at my tightly puckered hole. You began working the plug in and out of my ass, twisting it deeper and using more force with each thrust. i let out a soft moan through the gag, in pleasure and pain. Just as it became unbearable, i felt my hole relax and i knew that the steel plug was in place. i could feel You tug at the hose to make sure that the plug would not pop out.

You grabbed a handful of my hair and turned my head to look at You and said, “you had better not push that out. Do you understand me?”

“Weeefff Maphfer.” i mumbled threw my gag.

With only a warning from the sound of Your zipper being lowered, You gave me my first punishment of the evening. You released Your bladder into the funnel. i felt Your hot piss flowing into my bowls and i gasped of pleasure. You laughed because You knew that as the night continued, my reaction would change. When You were finished You grabbed the silicone plug and covered it with lube. i shook my head ‘no’ and mumbled pleas for You not to use it. You ignored me and pressed it firmly and methodically against my hole. i tensed in a fleeting attempt to pull away. You put Your hand on the small of my back forcing my body and my pussy back onto the horse. i already had very little wiggle room, but under the power of Your hand, i had even less. Just before the monster plug fully settled in completely, i let out a loud yelp. You smiled and firmly smacked my ass.

You walked around to look at me again. While tenderly wiping the tears from my eyes You ask, “How does that fell, hmm? Does it hurt?”

“Weeefff Maphfer.”

“Good!” Your voice instant changed from loving to a stern growl. “So maybe the next time I ask you to do something for me, you’ll have a better attitude.”

With that, You covered my eyes with a sleeping mask to blindfold me. Then i felt You insert the small spongy ear plugs and place the headphones over my ears with the music loud enough that i wouldn’t be able to tell when You returned.

While You were away with Your guests, i tried to stretch my limbs and adjust my body. i felt parts of me begin to stiffen and fall asleep. Though i had no way of knowing for sure, i thought i sensed You in the room with me many times. i cried and even plead for release, repeatedly. Hours seemed to pass before You returned and touched my shoulder, i was glad my torment was over. Pulling off the headphones, You removed the ties and helped me to my feet. You freed my mouth from the gag and allowed me to relax my jaw, but You left the blindfold and earplugs in place. You placed a large plastic bowl in my hands and guided me to my knees. i instinctively knew what the bowl was for. With one hand on the side of my head, you aggressively press my face into the floor. With the other hand You reach behind me to maneuver the buttplug from my asshole. i felt myself struggling to control a scream as the plug was ripped from my body. i immediately search in the dark for the plastic bowl and position it beneath me to catch Your fluids and my waste exploding from my body. When You were sure that i had expelled everything, You push me back to my knees and clean me up with a wet cloth.

i waited on my knees until You gave me further instructions. However, i was surprised to feel the steel plug with the hose being pressed in at my backdoor yet again. This time, with little regard for discretion, i loudly protest.

“No Master, please,” i heard my self yell. But the steel plug slid in with little to no resistance. i reached out for You  and realized that at least one other person is in the room. One of You yanked my hair towards the floor while the other refastened the ballgag in my mouth. The one holding my hair forces my head into the carpet and sits on my face. i believed that person straddling my neck, with His ass on the side of my face, to be You since You have done that before when You thought that i was getting out of control. i could only struggle to breath and flail my arms around in that vulnerable position. i felt my belly fill with warm fluid again and was humiliated to know that someone other You was pissing in my ass. i then felt You switch places and You added Your piss as well. Again, the large silicone buttplug was pushed in place. At that point, i noticed that the blindfold was becoming soaked with my tears. You and Your guest led me to a chair. my arms were quickly tied behind me and my legs were spread apart and tied to the back legs of the chair. i know it was You who straddled the chair to sit on my bare lap, pinching and twisting my nipples. i sensed that it had to be half-time because You played with me so long before replacing the headphones over my ears and leaving me in complete darkness.

Each time i thought that i could feel Your presence in the room, i begged You for forgiveness.

By the end of the evening i was crying and writhing in pain. my belly cramped badly. i twisted and turned in the chair in attempts to push the plug, or at least Your fluid, out of my ass. When You finally untied me, removing the blindfold and earplugs, i was happy to hear that Your friends had all left. You slowly led me to the bathroom to release Your piss from my bowels. You allowed me to shower and clean myself up.

As i entered the bedroom, You were sitting on the end of the bed motioning for me to come to You. You brushed my hair from my shoulder and kissed my neck and said, “Tonight was very exciting for Me. My team won the Super Bowl. And do you know how I want to celebrate?” You leaned closer to me, pressed Your lips against my ear and whispered, “I want to give you what you’ve begged for all night.”

That’s when i noticed Your belt in Your right hand.

Zara had no idea what she was getting into. She had agreed to go out with Bret
only because her agent had asked her.

Zara was your typical straving actress desperate to get ahead in Hollywood, and
desperately in need of that elusive first break. She had to literally wrestle
with Bret, just to get him to stop kissing her. Another casting couch affair,
Zara muttered to herself.

At least Bret was a different producer than most: he called her a cab and gave
her fare to get home.

But that was six hours ago. The cabbie never had any intention of driving Zara
home; he was another lackey on the payroll of the producer Bret. And he had been
instructed to drive into a dark alley and incapacitate poor Zara. Having worked
these jobs for Bret before, the “cabbie” was more than a match for the pretty
young thing.

When Zara regained consciousness, she immediately felt a tremendous throbbing in
her head where the cabbie had landed the handle of a gun. She meekly opened her
eyes to find that she was in the center of some meticulously adorned prison
cell. It was basically four gray walls with a wide range of assortment torture
devices. Zara recognized only a handful, and of the others she would have
prefered to have been ignorant.

“Well, I see, my proud little plaything has opened her eyes again,” Bret said as
he opened the steel door; the only way in and the only way out as far as Zara
could tell.

Bret was still wearing the suit and tie combo he had on earlier and he simply
stood there admiring the captured beauty.

Zara was still fully clothed and her hands were shackled to chains that led up
into the ceiling. Her legs were slightly spread as her ankles were chained to
eyebolts on the concrete floor. Bret smiled and licked his lips as he
concentrated on her exotic good looks.

At about 5′9″, Zara was above average height, and with her 5-inch heels right
now, she stood easily at 6 feet tall. Her legs needed little help, but they were
sculpted even more by the black high heels that came up to her ankles and then
through a series of tight black straps, wrapped around her lower leg up to her
knees. Bret wondered if Zara had a natural fetish for bondage. If she did, he
planned on surpassing any soft bondage dream she might have had.

Above her knees, her simple black dress hovered, although it suffered a few
scratches in the transition from the cab to the cell. There was a slit that
creeped almost to mid-thigh, and this trace of flesh drew another inaudible
sound of approval from Bret.

It was obvious to Bret, she was not wearing a bra, but even so her breasts were
large enough to make an impression on the fabric. And with the chains pulling on
her upper body, Zara’s breasts were given additional, seductive lift. Either she
was excited or scared because her nipples were evidently hard pressed into her
dress.

Her neck was thin and looked almost frail. The color of her face was sketched in
warm tones, giving Zara that exotic, permanently tanned appearance. Her eyes
usually intoxicated most men. Despite her crying now, Bret could still see that
her blue irises almost looked too big for her eyelids. Her long brown hair was
covering most of her precious face at the moment, and she refused to look
directly into Bret’s eyes.

“If you had only cooperated with me back in my office, it wouldn’t have come to
this, Zara. But I tell you what. I’ll give you a second chance. Sleep with
me—of your own free will—tonight and I will let you out of here, and, what’s
more, I’ll even help you get that 3-picture deal with Orionia Productions. Come
on, Zara. Small price to pay for fame.”

“I’ll never sleep with you, Bret. I want to make it on talent and hard work. I
don’t need to sleep with anybody to make it on my own,” Zara concluded her
defiant statement with the same kind of dramatic flourish she gave in her high
school drama class.

“Oh, but that’s where you’re wrong,Zara dear. Because if you don’t sleep with me
here and now, you won’t, how is it everyone puts it: You won’t ever work in this
town again. I’ll see to that…in the most painful of ways. Your choice.”

“No, never!”

“Well, Okay, but remember, when you’re begging to fuck me that you yourself
said,’No, never.’ I just want you to remember that when you’re pissing on
yourself in pain.”

And he began his demonstration by slapping her hard across the face. Bret wasted
no time, he took out a pocket knife and thrashed at her little black dress. In
minutes, Zara was hanging only in high heels and black silk panties.

“Ah, french-cut panties. I like your taste, Zara. And I like those shoes too. I
think we’ll let you wear them for a while. But the panties got to go.”

Bret slid the knife blade under the panties over her hips and snipped them off,
revealing a neatly trimmed mound of brown hair. Bret, frowning with some
dissatisfaction, approached her pubic hair and began the slow process of
removing the hairs one by one with his index finger and thumb. This painful
ordeal seemed to go on for hours, and by the time he had thinned out her mound,
she was sweating and cursing.

He came back from a work bench carved out of the wall with a razor and shaving
cream. He applied the white substance and carefully shaved the remaining hair
completely off.

Strangely, Zara felt her nudity increase with this latest invasion of her
privacy.

Bret stepped back from his work with a nod of approval.

“Now, you know what looks best on freshly shaven pussy?”

Zara was too humiliated to formulate an answer. She just kept her head bowed.

“Don’t know, huh? Why, a freshly pierced pussy! Now, scream if you like, because
baby, I’m no professional and I know when I do this, it usually hurts the girls
something awful.”

“No, no, please, don’t do that! No, please don’t hurt me there, Bret.

Bret!!”

Her pleading didn’t stop his advances. She heard the click of metal and looked
down to see him rub his fingers along his cunt lips.

“Doesn’t really matter where I put the first ones, because after I’m finished
with you, Zara, you’re going to be pierced at least a dozen times, so it will
all kind of blend in.”

He took the first needle and poked her tender skin. Zara screamed an inhuman
scream at the top of her lungs, but no one would hear her in the bowels of this
entrenched basement. She heard the first ring click together and she couldsense
the added weight resting on her pussy lip.

“No, no, please, God, this can’t be happening to me. Please I pro—–”

Her sentiments were cut off by another unearthly scream as Bret pierced into her
other pussy lip to supply her with a matching steel ring. He tugged on them both
simultaneously to test the new applications.

“Looks fine, but I really have a thing for threesomes. We need one more ring,
and guess where it’s going,Zara.”

And just like that, he pierced the sensitive flesh her clit, sending her head
back in terrible pain. He brought out a heavier ring and snapped it within and
without her throbbing clit.

Zara was just about to pass out when Bret slapped her across the face to bring
her back to life.

“Give up yet? Will you sleep with me of your own free will now?”

Barely able to force the air through her lips, Zara said in a shaking, quivering
voice,”No, Bret. Never. You can go to hell.”

“Well, I guess we just weren’t meant to be, Zara. Too bad. I wish I didn’t have
to do this.”

Bret returned from the work bench with a set of brands. Each one had temperature
controls, and he was in the process of warming them up for use.

“Zara, let me introduce you to my branding set. It’s an alphabet of brands,
really, 26 in all, with a few extras for punctuation and special marks. We’re
going to experiment with what I like to call permanent body art.”

“Nooooo, nooooo, please, stop this. You’re insane, Bret. Stop now and I wont
tell anybody!”

“You see, first, we’re going to establish a brand of ownership, and we’ll spell
that out on the small of your back.”

He took the letters for the first word and organized them on the floor.

B-R-E-T-’-S.

He slowly raised the brand of the letter “B” and pressed it firmly against her
skin. He held on to her body to keep it from separating away from the brand.

“The key really is holding the brand down long enough so when the skin scars,
you can still clearly make out the words.”

Twenty minutes later, he had applied the phrase, “BRET’S SLAVE” to her back,
despite Zara’s frequent trips into unconsciousness. After he had started the “S”
of slave, Zara was begging to suck his cock, swallow his cum, suck on his toes,
anything he wanted, if he would just stop the torture.

After finishing the second word, he agreed, and Zara greedily sucked on his
aching cock and greedily consumed all of his plentiful cum. And when she was
finished sucking him off, and licking the cum off the floor that missed her
face, Bret reshackled her ankles and wrists and stretched her out to the ceiling
again.

“Oh, Zara, that was good, but I know with the proper motivation you can do
better next time.”

Part Two

For two solid days and nights, Bret alternated between punishing Zara and
allowing her to suck him. Neither had had sleep in over 48 hours, and while Zara
was reaching a point of hysteria and complete psychological exhaustion, Bret was
more excited and seemingly indefatiguable.

She begged repeatedly to be freed, and when she realized that she would never be
allowed to leave, she softened her desperate demands by begging for rest.

“Why Zara, I bet you’ve lost 10 pounds of water weight since you got here. You
look splendid, even if you don’t approve of you new accessories. Speaking of
accessories, I’ve got some new territory to cover before I introduce you to some
friends of mine.”

Bret began eyeing her luscious tits, taking his fingers and squeezing her
hardening nipples. He left her for his work bench and returned with more
hardware. Zara’s eyes refocused, fighting off the urge to sleep in order to see
what agony he had in store for her.

“If you look carefully at these rings, Zara, you’ll see an inscription on the
outside of each band. Go ahead, read it. Read it aloud, honey.”

Zara mindlessly complied with his latest instruction.

“‘Property of Bret,’” she whispered with her hoarse voice.

“Exactly, and don’t you forget it.”

Without further ado, he produced another menacing needle and penetrated her
erect nipple. Zara threw her head back and screamed with all the volume her
worn-out vocal chords had. She heard the now-familiar “click” and he grabbed her
hair and forced her to bend down to observe this latest adornment. This ring
felt lighter than the ones in her pussy and clit, but the band itself was wider
and punched through most of her nipple flesh. She cried new tears at the sight.

Her wishful career as an actress was a distant memory and now, Bret was making
certain she could never get work in any legitimate entertainment field ever
again. All because she stuck to her principles and refused to sleep with him.

He affixed a matching nipple ring to her other tit and sucked on them hard to
elicit a few more fresh screams from Zara.

“While we’ve got the needles out, let’s put another ring through your clit. This
one, just a little further back.”

Zara started to plead for mercy, but she gave up as he plunged another sharp
needle into her increasingly sore clit. Bret slid another small ring just next
to the first one, side by side. There wasn’t much space left, Bret thought to
himself, but if he felt like it later, he could probably fit another couple of
rings on her throbbing clit. To his chagrin, Zara passed out again. He slapped
her face rudely to renew her senses.

“Hey, hey, wake up kiddo, I’m going to take these wrist shackles down.”

Bret had her stand on her tiptoes and then he released her to the floor. The
eyebolt-chains kept her attached to the concrete floor, so Zara knew she
couldn’t make a run for the steel door. “I have something special for you,Zara.
A gift from me to you.”

He withdrew a heavy black collar and snapped it around her neck. He took out two
small padlocks and clicked them to secure the collar around her fragile neck. It
fit tight around her neck, and within minutes the black leather was chafing her
tanned skin.

“Now, this gift is very special for two reasons. First, when I attach the chain
leash to this collar it signifies that I love you enough to want to walk you
around and show you off in front of friends and colleagues. Second, this collar
has a special feature that symbolizes in a very real way that I love you enough
to keep you near me at all times. Let me explain.”

Bret walked to his work bench and picked up what looked to Zara like some simple
television remote control. He pressed one simple button and the leather began to
constrict Zara’s neck, instantly blocking her ability to breathe. She wrapped
her hands around the collar vainly trying to squeeze her fingers between her
neck and the suffocating device. Bret pressed the button a second time and the
collar released its vice grip just as suddenly.

“Whenever you misbehave, I have only to cut off your oxygen supply and I think
you will get the message. Oh, and the other feature that I am really proud of?
It has a built in radius control device. If you stray from me in, oh, let’s say
in an escape attempt, the collar identifies that you have gone outside of your
allowed radius and it releases a non-lethal nerve gas that serves to
incapacitate you immediately. The gas causes a few small side effects like
severe abdominal cramps, miosis of the optic nerve, vomitting, and dizziness,
but they are relatively temporary.”

Zara only stared back in disbelief and disdain.

“Oh, and there is a fail-safe sensor in the collar, so that if for some reason
you were to remove the collar in my presence. You see, I am the center of your
world, therefore I am the center of your radius and the collar’s computer
recognizes me; it won’t release the gas within five feet of me I’m happy to say.
So, you see, you really are stuck with me, and wherever I choose to take you,
Zara.”

Having explained her dubious situation, Bret felt no harm was done by releasing
her ankles from their shackles. Once this was accomplished, he attached a
six-foot chain leash to her collar, and instructed Zara to prop herself up on
her hands and knees. He unlocked the steel door entry and led her along the dark
tunnel leading away from her cell. She “walked” in the humiliating fashion down
the narrow concrete path with Bret tugging on her neck if she slowed her pace.

“I’ve got a few dozen close friends coming over tonight, Zara,” he explained
while walking, “However, some of my friends are still nervous about the idea of
being seen with you. No, no, let me put it another way: Some of my more
prominent friends are nervous about being seen by you, and apparently, your
wearing a blindfold is just not assurance enough for them. Politicians and
actors can be so paranoid sometimes. Anyway, I promised to prepare you in a
special way just for them. After all, each person here tonight is paying big
bucks to fuck you, so how could I resist?”

Zara was utterly confused, and with the lack of sleep, she was finding it hard
to concentrate on his words, not to mention his meaning.

“Ah, here we are. Welcome to my humble clinic.”

Zara was led into a brightly lit room, much like a doctor’s office, decorated in
white on white. She was allowed to stand, and then commanded to lie back on the
table. She wanted to resist, her mind knew something wasn’t right here, but her
brain and body were so pliable now and easily commanded. Bret strapped her
wrists to the sides of the white table then strapped her ankles to either side.
He wrapped another tight band around her waist and cinched it. Bret followed
this by securing her collar and neck in place at the head of the table. She
could move only slightly at her joints, but otherwise she was vulnerable and
motionless.

“I know how you love these needles, but this operation is a little more
delicate, Zara. I need you to close your eyes and remain perfectly still. That’s
a good slave, close your eyes tightly for me.”

Zara was getting nervous again, and thought to herself, what body parts could he
mean. What could be more delicate than my pussy and nipples? Suddenly, she felt
the sensation of the needle. The new pain was coming from her left eyelid: Bret
was sewing her upper and lower eyelids together.

With her right eye she strained to see the source of this excruciating pain, but
she could only make out Bret’s hand moving up and down. Zara panicked and began
moving every muscle in her face and body. She was frantic and Bret couldn’t
subdue her with his own two hands. Finally, he stepped back several feet and
pressed the red button on his remote control. Within seconds, the nerve gas
knocked Zara out and all her muscles collapsed as if on cue. She would be
unconscious for this rare treatment.

It was the first time Bret had felt any ounze of compassion for his victim, and
as he completed his work routinely, the unusual thought of compassion scared
him.

She started to feel the sensation of something warm and and moist on her face.
Her dreams and nightmares were coming to a close and her return to consciousness
was imminent.

Zara felt like she was awake now, but as she tried desperately to open her eyes,
she could not. It suddenly came back to her, and the tightness along her eyelids
confirmed the fact: her lids had been sewn shut! She started to panic at this
realization, and wanted to fidget. But her restraints were not limited to the
thin flesh covering her eyes.

As the sleeping state wore off, Zara became physically aware of her situation.
Her head was tilted back further than she thought it would bend, almost to the
middle of her back, and her hair had been french-braided and tied to her ankle
restraints. Zara was resting uncomfortably on her knees, still wearing her
original high heels, with her neck straining to reach her ankles. And the warm
liquid sensation across her face? Oh, my God, she realized from the
smell….someone is pissing on me!

Actually, several people were taking their turns pissing on poor Zara. Her head
was leaned back and this allowed the male and female party guests to aim their
urine right down her cooperating throat. Some were missing the goal, but most
were striking the tongue and spraying Zara with the most bitter taste she had
ever known.

Once she gained consciousness again, she fought the party goers and spit the
incoming piss out; but Bret handled the insubordinance with appropriate measures
by squeezing the collar around her neck. Zara quickly remembered the
asphyxiating form of punishment and she suffered through additional pissing.

By the time this unseen ordeal was over, Zara had received the piss from 25
party-ers, and some of them had gone through the line twice. If she hadn’t been
so thirsty, and if Bret hadn’t starved her over the last 56 hours, then she
might have thrown up the contents in her stomach. But Zara was just that
thirsty, and just that hungry, that she didn’t seem to care anymore.

Eventually, Zara adjusted to the stitching in her eyelids, and the pain in her
joints as her body was stretched unnaturally. She overheard Bret’s voice and
keyed into his announcements. “Now that everyone has been relieved, feel free to
take your turn at fucking this lovely young slave. Cunt, mouth, ass—I expect
them all to be violated. Many times over in fact. Have at it, friends, and
whenever you feel like quitting, there will someone next to you who is willing
to take over.”

And so it happened just as Bret pronounced. Zara felt her pussy invaded by
strange cocks, some tentative, but most rough and violent. She felt her mouth
being covered by the lips of men and women alike. She could taste the alcohol
and appetizers on their breath. Zara felt the hands tug at her nipple rings, tug
until they almost ripped out of her body. And worse, she felt bodies rubbing
against her back where the fresh scars of her branding screamed in pain.

The fucking went on for hours. Men diving their cocks in her pussy, her ass, and
literally ripping her apart. She sceamed, but the screams of a slave only
excerbated their efforts. The anal thrusts came harder and even the women with
strap-on dildoes demonstrated no mercy. She had been penetrated multiple times
by 25 guests, and she had lost count of the total number of fucking violations.
75? Maybe 100 times? She couldn’t remember; it was all one big atrocious blur of
pain and penetration.

Strangely, she had expected to have men cum down her mouth. Her boyfriends
always preferred to splash cum on her face, so she was preparing herself
mentally for this insult. But none of the men released their cum on her
face.Zara felt a kind of relief, but she had no inkling of what Bret had planned
inadvance. The men were instructed to spew their loads into one of the champagne
glasses and when all of them were collected….

Bret brought the glass to his slave, who thought her fucking torment was
over.She was dead wrong. He got the attention of all invited then held the full
glass over Zara’s unsuspecting face. He quickly propped her jaw open wide and
tipped the glass to release the gooey white substance straight down her throat.
Zara was getting sick at her stomach, but she knew better than to resist. Maybe
there was still the slim chance that Bret would free her. She gulped the sperm
down and let nothing escape her mouth.

The guests were all mightily impressed, and several of them inquired about
“renting” her out from Bret. Zara kneeled at her master’s side and wondered if
and when she was to be sold off to someone else.

“Now, now, friends, before you ask, I have to tell you, my slave Zara doesn’t
come cheap. If you need to use her for a night or a weekend, we’re talking about
$10,000 easy. And if you plan on incorporating any serious means of punishment
or torture, well, we’re talking about maybe—-”

Suddenly, Bret’s voice was cut off without courtesy or warning. A heavily
accented Japanese man from the back silenced the room: “One million dollars! I
offer one million dollars to you sir, to buy your slave for my personal use—no
holds barred—for one week. One week, one million, no questions asked.”

The attention of the room focused on this man in shades, sitting on the long
leather sofa. All eyes then seemed to turn back to Zara and her master. Bret
stayed silent for a moment, then reminded himself of the money involved. He
looked down at the helpless Zara, watching her eyes—still sewn
together—manage to release a number of frightened tears. Zara cried because
her intuition told her that this foreign buyer would be worse than anything Bret
could dream up.

Part 3

Behind closed doors, Bret and the Japanese buyer, Mr. Yakuta, worked out the

details for the week-long exchange while Zara was returned to her original cell

to contemplate the painful events behind her and those ahead of her.

The party had long since concluded, and Zara had been violated several more

times by cocks and dildos. She had been forced to insert a 7-inch rubber dildo

in her cunt and walk around with it inside her for at least one whole hour. One

of the women, whose voice Zara thought she recognized from a recent blockbuster

movie, had ordered the insertion. It sounded like the woman was extremely drunk

or perhaps extremely high. Even in her forced blindness, Zara could feel the

beautiful curves of this woman’s body as the partyer rubbed up against Zara

while the dildo was in place. The others kept refering to this woman as “Cindy”,

but even with this aid, Zara couldn’t be sure if it was a known celebrity.

Cindy became very liberal with a whip once she got bored of the dildo insertion.

Zara was forced to stand and she felt the D-ring on her collar being attached to

a chain overhead. Once secured, the chain tightened and Zara’s body was lifted

slowly off the carpet by her thin neck.

The strain was incredible and it was obvious to everyone that Bret’s Slave was

having difficulty breathing. No one expressed any words of compassion over this,

of course. This was Zara’s first life experience with the whip and no amount of

mental preparation could have braced her body for the alarming sensation of

leather slashing across her skin.

Blow after blow, the whip rained on her back and front mercilessly. Cindy was

the main perpetrator, and she yelled in a state of excitement every time Zara

pleaded for relief. Cindy was quite beautiful herself, and in fact she was a

famous celebrity. The men around her were getting sexually aroused and decided

spontaneously that they had to have her. Cindy was too high to object, and she

was so caught up in her excitement that she was more than willing to take on a

gangbang of 15 or more cocks.

But even as Cindy was the new focus of sexual attention, Zara was not allowed to

rest. A trio of avowed lesbian models approached Zara’s sweating body, stretched

so seductively by the chains, and began to kiss and lick on the slave. At first,

this treatment was almost pleasant, but like everything else that was happening

to her, the treatment of Zara turned violent and painful.

The models brought out a matchbox and Zara could hear the stark sound of

individual strikes on the rough box. As a model would light a tall kitchen

match, she would bring it close to Zara and let the slave feel the approaching

heat. One of the models, named Jenny, liked to bring her matches right up to

Zara’s nipple rings and heat the ring up, conducting heat through the whole ring

which naturally transferred immense heat to the inside and outside of Zara’s

sensitive nipples.

Another model, whose name was something in German (and hard for Zara to recall),

preferred Zara’s asshole. The German model would bring her lit matches to Zara’s

asscheeks, watch Zara squirm at the sensation of heat, and then quickly snuff

the flame out by jamming the stick in Zara’s ass. The flame was small and

quickly extinguished each time, but each time, it burned Zara’s helpless flesh.

As Zara reviewed the events of the evening from her quiet and cold cell, she was

almost glad that her eyes remained sewn together. She did not want to view the

damage that had most certainly been done to her.

The steel cell door shook her from her thoughts and she heard the footsteps of

two men enter.

“Mr. Yakuta here has the honor of renting you first, Zara,” Bret said without my

emotion, “Now I had anticipated several one-night encounters for you first, my

dear, to gradually work you in. But as it happens, I am not about to turn down a

one million dollar contract for one week’s time.”

As if she would find it interesting to know the terms of their agreement, Zara

was read the documents that the two men had hastily drawn up. Among the clauses

that Bret emphasized, a torture section that did not include anything, but

rather frighteningly, only excluded three specific items: no dismemberment; no

disembowelment; and, under heavy financial penalty, no torture leading to death.

Zara realized instantly the gravity of her situation with Mr. Yakuta. Her new

master (for the contract week) said nothing as he approached his new slave. Bret

still carried on with the chatter; he felt he owed some explanation to the

pretty young thing that had refused his gestures on the casting couch.

“Zara, your week with Mr. Yakuta starts immediately, and he’s elected to keep

your stitches on your eyes indefinitely for the flight. He also prefers a

slightly different kind of leash, so I’m going to have to deactivate and remove

my collar for the time being.”

Mr. Yakuta unwound a chain from his inside suit pocket. Zara could hear the

links moving close to her pussy. She felt her two clit rings being adjusted and

then heard the click of metal snaps attaching to her rings. Mr. Yakuta then

placed a heavy padlock through her rings and the connected leash ring. When he

released the padlock from his grip, she instantly felt gravity at work on her

tender clit. The lock weighed perhaps 16 to 32 ounzes and the painful pulling of

her clit was registered all over her face.

Bret unlaced and removed Zara’s high heels at Mr. Yakuta’s request. Zara’s hair

was unbraided and allowed to fall loosely to the small of her back. Zara was

completely divested of anything on her body, save for the rings and chains. Mr.

Yakuta tugged on her clit leash, signalling that it was time to go. She began to

stand to walk, but suddenly she felt a tremendous fist slam into her stomach and

drop her to the floor.

“You will not stand or walk, unless commanded! Is that understood?”

Yakuta yelled.

“Yes, I under—”

Another blow, this time to her side.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir,” Zara managed to barely speak, “Yes, sir, I understand, sir.”

Zara assumed the doggie position and walked on her hands and knees out of the

cell. With her eyes sewn shut, it was difficult to keep up with her new master,

as he led her through the basement and the house where the party had transpired.

Zara was led outside and into the waiting limousine.

Once inside the plush backseat compartment, her clit chain was secured to an

eyebolt fashioned on the floor of the expensive car. Zara was instructed to

kneel with her hands behind her, her back arched, and her tits sticking out.

Just as Yakuta’s limo was pulling away, he leaned down to his new acquisition

and whispered into her ear.

“Say goodbye to your boyfriend Bret, slave. You are never coming back here.”

(the end??)

Introduction to Slavery

The girl woke with a start. She could not see a thing and realised that she was wearing a blindfold. She tried to take it off and found that it was locked in place. She realized that the blindfold was the only item of clothing that she had on. She was totally naked. She was beginning to panic. No one had seen her naked body besides her Doctor since she was a little girl. Where was she? She tried to stand up and quickly realized that she could not. There was only 4 feet of head room. As she tried to explore she realized that she was in a cage that was 4 feet in every direction. As she put her hands between the bars of her cage she realized that the cage must be suspended in midair as she could not feel a floor beneath the cage, nor any solid walls. She felt the cage rock as she moved.

She tried to think. How did she get here? The last thing she remembered was celebrating her 18th birthday with her boyfriend Stan McManus. Stan was handsome, rich and handsome, the star quarterback on the football team and guard on the basketball team. She loved to watch Stan play basketball when seeing his well muscled frame brought a tingling feeling between her legs. She loved Stan, and he loved her, enough that he even joined her in taking a vow of chastity until marriage. She felt it was important to save herself for their wedding night and Stan, rich handsome Stan, went along with her on this, as he did on so many other things. Of course she was the most beautiful girl in the town and Stan enjoyed showing her off to all his friends.

But what happened? She was taking a walk with Stan on the evening of her birthday. They were walking in the woods when she allowed Stan to give her a Birthday Kiss. All of a sudden she heard a loud klunk and Stan fell to the ground as if he had been shot. She started to scream when she felt hands around her arms and a smelly handkerchief was placed over her nose. She had been knocked out. Where was she? Was Stan alive? What did her abductors want? She made up her mind that she would defend her body as best as she could and try to remain faithful to Stan. She tried once more to find a way out, but after a few minutes the panic rose within her and she started to scream.All of a sudden she heard a loud booming voice. “SILENCE!! You are here to be trained for your new life as a slave. You will obey. You will not speak, scream or ask questions. You are permitted to scream while being punished but you may not use the word “no” or ask for mercy. As a matter of fact, when being punished, or when being tortured for our amusement, after your initial yell of pain, you must recite the following. “Thank you MY LORD, may I ask for another?”  You are a slave in training, a SLIT. You are less than nothing. For the time being you will answer to ZERO, for that is what you are. As you progress in your training, you may earn the privilege of a name. Right now you are ZERO and have no privileges. You will piss when you are told, you will shit when you are told. Disobedience will be punished. You will not play with yourself, nor will you cum unless ordered to do so, for our amusement. Your sole purpose in life is to give us pleasure. You will be trained for that purpose. You will thank us for taking the trouble to train you. You will address us as “MY LORD” or “MY LADY” as appropriate. Most of all, you will obey all orders as quickly and enthusiastically as if your life depended on it. We will not kill you. We will inflict on you such pain as to make you wish you were dead. However, as you are trained you will learn to enjoy your service and you will earn various rewards and privileges. Now, prepare to begin your training.”         Zero felt the cage being lowered. She did know what she was in for and was more scared than she had ever been in her life.

As the cage lowered to the floor the master thought of how best to break the new slave. Sure, he could continue to whip her until she broke, but with this one that might cause serious physical damage and that was something to be avoided if possible. And the Doctor had assured him, with some amazement, that the slave was a virgin, so he wanted to avoid rape scenarios until she was broken. He decided that he would go slow. Time was on his side. The slave had no idea whether it was day or night, or how long it was between sessions. He would force her to come to terms with her new status by thanking him for small routine things. Today she would thank him for being allowed to drink water, for being allowed to piss. Once she took that step, of thanking him for his “kindness” she would soon be begging him for permission to serve him in ways that she could not yet imagine.

The cage reached the ground and master reminded the slave:

“Remember ZERO, you are not permitted the privilege of speaking. The only thing permitted from your mouth are screams of pain when being disciplined and thank you’s to your LORD for granting you a privilege and for taking the time to train you. I will take you out of the cage. You will remain on your knees.”

ZERO felt a hand on her nipple pulling her roughly out of the cage. She gasped as she felt the harsh grip on her delicate nipple. she quickly hurried to ease the pain by crawling out of the cage.

The master was determined to move quickly and not give Zero a chance to get her mental equilibrium.

“The first thing you must learn is how to kneel. Spread your knees. Wider. As wide as they can go. Very good, Now, without moving your knees, raise your ass off the floor and bring it up as high as you can. Quickly, quickly, my orders are to be obeyed instantly,” as she felt the crack of a flogger against her ass. The flogger only stung but it was enough to get her attention and she moved her thighs perpendicular to the floor.

“Now lower your lips to the floor and place your hands beside your head.”

She hastened to obey, but not before she received another slash of the flogger on the other ass cheek.

“That’s right, that is the basic kneel position, which you will assume whenever commanded. Because you have obeyed you will receive a privilege. Maintaining your kneel position you will crawl forward 12 inches.”  Zero started to crawl and her nose bumped into something.

“Stop”  the master commanded. “That is your water bowl. You may raise your head and lap up the water from the bowl.”

Zero was stunned. To lap water, like a dog? She was thirsty, but… Suddenly she felt the whip across her ass. Not a sting like the flogger, but a strong unbearable pain as the whip slashed down across both cheeks.

“Quickly, my orders are not to be questioned or thought about, but to be obeyed instantly.”

Zero quickly raised her lips above the bowl and started to lap the water. The water was cold and tasty. Zero lapped it greedily. She did not know this but it had been 36 hours since she last ate or drank. The cold water was refreshing as she lapped it up. She rapidly finished the bowl as she ran her tongue over the entire bowl to capture any stray drop. The master waited as she finished. He gave ZERO five seconds to take the next step on her own. ZERO had forgotten her instructions and she felt three more strokes of the whip, in rapid succession. She screamed in agony. Before her screaming ended, and before she could earn more punishment by talking, the master spoke harshly.

“You did not thank me for the privilege I gave you. You enjoyed the water, you drank it greedily. You must thank me for giving water to a worthless SLIT such as yourself”.

Zero was still in pain and knew the pain would only grow worse. She did not have time to prepare her mind and body for the pain that was being inflicted on her ass. She was preparing her thank you when she felt another lash, this one on the sensitive top of her thighs. She dared not move from her kneeling position as she knew that act would be considered an act of defiance. She gulped and through her tears of agony she heard herself say “Thank you MY LORD for granting this unworthy SLIT, this ZERO, The privilege of being allowed to drink water, such cool, delicious water.” As she was speaking, she remembered the instructions she had received and quickly determined that they had best be obeyed. She continued “Thank you, MY LORD for taking the time and effort to discipline this worthless SLIT, and I beg to be granted the honor and privilege of further discipline. Would MY Lord be so kind and generous as to whip me again.”Master smiled. He knew that while there would be many battles still to be fought the war was over. He said with a smile “Since you ask so nicely”,  and gave Zero one final slash with a thin whippy cane, starting from the floor and hitting across her cunt lips. Zero screamed for thirty seconds before she was able to pull herself together and pant out, through her flowing tears.

“Thank you MY LORD for whipping this worthless SLIT and I beg you to whip me again.”

Master said, “No, you have begun to learn your place. It is time to grant you another privilege.”

The Master put a collar on ZERO’s neck and told her to follow him as he pulled on her leash. The floor was hard marble and hurt her knees, but she followed the tug of the leash quickly and quietly. Suddenly she was ordered to stop and she heard the master walk in back of her. “I am going to grant you another privilege, because of your good behavior. At the count of three you will piss. Maintain your position. One, two three.”

Not having time to think, and having a full bladder, she found herself pissing before her masters gaze. As she was peeing, she wondered what had happened to her? How had she fallen to such humiliation so quickly? She started to cry in her humiliation. The master noticed and immediately gave her something to cry about. Quickly he gave her 4 whacks with his special ping pong paddle, made of hard wood and covered with sandpaper.

“How dare you cry for no reason? You are being given a privilege. Now, stop this crying and thank me properly.”

Master was being careful to cue ZERO in her duties. His purpose was to extract obedience, not to beat her into a pulp. He wanted rapid, unthinking obedience to his commands and would use pain and discipline quickly but in small doses to get what he wanted.

Zero stopped thinking of the humiliation of pissing before her masters gaze, she thought she had pissed all over the floor, but actually master had positioned her in front of a “urinal” a piece of marble that was lifted up and caught the flow of piss and directed it down into an underground creek where it would be flushed away. She rapidly caught her breath and quickly thanked her LORD for granting her the great privilege of pissing, even though as a  SLIT (Slave In Training) she was unworthy of such a privilege. Master was pleased with her obedience, but there was one more lesson for her to learn before he would conclude this session.

“Very good, Zero. For sanitary reasons I have to make sure your cunt is clean. I am going to teach you a new position. Place your hands over the back of your head. Lie flat on your back, hands now supporting your head. Keep your knees wide apart and raise your knees so the balls of your feet are flat on the ground. Keep your knees wide apart. Very good, This is the basic on your back position.”

Zero placed herself quickly in this humiliating position. She realized that she  was exposing herself like a cheap prostitute. She knew she had to obey because the pain of disobedience was more than she could stand, but she sobbed in her humiliation.

“I am going to grant you another privilege. I am going to have my personal slave, Shiteater, clean your filthy cunt.” Zero suddenly felt two soft hands gently separating her pussy lips and a soft tongue gently licking her pussy clean of piss. She gasped as she felt hot breath on her clit, she never felt anything like this before in her life. A quick slash across her tits brought her back to reality. “Well,”  said her Master harshly, “have you forgotten to thank Shiteater and your master for cleaning your filthy cunt?”ZERO quickly recited her ritual thank you’s. “Thank you MY LORD for granting this unworthy SLIT, this ZERO, the great privilege of having her cunt cleaned, and thank you slave Shiteater for cleaning my filthy cunt with your sweet mouth and tongue”.

“Very well, Zero, I think you should thank Shiteater properly. She will place her cunt over your lips, and you will lick it and suck it until you satisfy her. If you lack enthusiasm for this assignment, Shiteater will bite your cunt lips and clit until she draws blood. If you please her with your efforts she will bring you to the brink of ecstasy.”

Shiteater quickly placed her pussy over Zero’s lips and bent over so she was licking and sucking on Zero’s cunt and clit. Shiteater had been told that the girl was inexperienced, and tried hard to give Zero pleasure so that she would learn how to reciprocate. Unfortunately, more than 30 seconds went by with no movement from Zero’s mouth or tongue. Shiteater took Zero’s clit into her mouth and instead of sucking on it gently, she bit down on it harshly and cruelly. She did not stop until she tasted Zero’s blood.

Zero had never been with a woman before. The very thought revolted her. Although she could feel the pleasure that Shiteater was giving her, she could not bring herself to reciprocate. Then she felt this tremendous pain where she had been feeling great pleasure. Her instinct for self protection kicked in as she rapidly started licking Shiteater’s cunt. Shiteater responded by sucking and licking at Zero’s cunt and clit as skillfully as she could. With all her training, that was very skillfull indeed. There were very few in the world that could compete with Shiteater in sucking pussy, which is why she had been chosen for this assignment. Shiteater was rapidly reaching her own climax under Zero’s enthusiastic, if not skillful ministrations. Although she had been given permission to come, she knew that Zero had not been granted that privilege, so she skillfully kept Zero on the edge, not letting her come, but not letting her down from the peak. As Shiteater reached her climax, Master called a halt. “Shiteater, wipe your pussy juice off on Zero’s face and body”. After Shiteater finished, master instructed Zero to kneel. Zero was utterly humiliated, but was shivering with desire and was aching to come. Master grabbed her leash and walked her back to her cage. “Remember Zero, you are forbidden to come, or even to touch yourself unless you are ordered to do so and you are not yet worthy of that privilege. Thank Shiteater for her services, unless you want a severe whipping.”

Zero quickly responded, “Thank you Shiteater for the pleasure you have given me by sucking and licking on my cunt and clit. I am truly a Zero unworthy of the pleasure you have given me. And I thank you MY LORD, for taking the time and effort to train this filthy unworthy SLIT, this Zero. Thank you for the great privileges you have granted me, allowing me to drink delicious water, to piss, to have my filthy cunt cleaned and my cunt and clit licked and sucked for the first time. I await your further orders and offer myself for your pleasure.”

Master smiled and locked the cage. He had it hoisted in the air, where it would hang until the next session. This session had been very successful. He took a final look at Zero, still trembling with her newly awakened sexual passion. He wondered if she would be able to resist the temptation to bring herself to climax. If she did, he would know about it and she would be punished. But that was for next session. Now he was going back to his room and put Shiteater through her paces. After all he had not climaxed yet either.

CHAPTER TWO

Past and Present

The master went to his room and sat on his comfortable club chair.

“Shiteater, polish my shoes with your tongue.”

Shiteater immediately moved her tongue over masters shoes and started her careful work. Master relaxed and started to remember. It was 25 years ago that he joined the “group.” That was the only name he knew to call his bosses. He still only knew 1 of them after working for 25 years, and that only by first name. Not that he was complaining.Twenty five years ago he was just thrown out of the Army. He had been in Army intelligence and was the best interrogator in his unit, maybe in the army, but he developed a reputation for using methods that were not in the book. In other words, not only did he get physical, but he was extremely imaginative in his threats. Although nothing was ever proven, the Army did not let him renew his enlistment. If truth be told, most, though not all, the stories told about him were exaggerations. He always had the knack for saying or doing the right thing at the right time to scare the shit out of the people he was interrogating and as much pain as he had to inflict he never left a mark.

He was drifting after he left the Army. He was working as a bouncer, where he found he was able to diffuse most fights before blows were struck. He found himself being befriended by Jake, who went out of his way to strike up conversations with him. After a week, Jake offered him a job. “Come over to my house and I’ll tell you about it.”

Jake looked down at his shoes and saw that Shiteater had done a beautiful job on his shoes. “Now lick my ass,” he said as he took off his pants and underwear and lay down on his stomach. Shiteater knelt between his legs and began using her skilled tongue to clean his sweaty ass.

As they drove to Jake’s house, Dave, as he was known then, asked Jake what this was about.

“Our group needs someone to help train slaves.” Dave did not know how to respond. “I’m taking you to my house so you can see the results of our training. You were recommended by a superior officer in the army. He liked your willingness to use torture to break a prisoner and your ability to do so with a minimum of permanent damage. Our group is always looking for people with these talents and we pay very well.”

Somehow Dave got the idea that Jake would tell him what he needed to know and that curiosity on his part would be dangerous, so he just sat silently.

When they came to Jake’s house, Dave saw that it was large, luxurious and completely isolated. When they entered, Dave saw a pretty girl in a short French Maid’s costume carefully polishing the silver chandelier. She was standing on a ladder and Dave could see her pussy as she was wearing no underwear.

“Slave, my friend Dave is staring at your Pussy. Undress and show it to him.”

The girl immediately removed her outfit and, totally naked walked over to where Dave was standing and bent over backward, using her hands to spread her pussy lips.

“Dave this is my slave. You have 1 hour to do with her whatever you please. Whip her, torture her, fuck her in any and every hole. I want you to be convinced that she is really a well trained slave and that I am going to offer you a very lucrative opportunity.”

And so for the next hour, Dave whipped the slave, across her back, her ass, her tits and her cunt. Between bouts with the whip, he used his fingers to pinch and squeeze her nipples and her clit. He used a candle to pour hot wax on her tits. Finally, he had her kneel in front of him while he fucked her face. At last he took a large dildo and shoved it up her cunt and kept it there while he shoved his own hard cock up the girls asshole. He fucked her ass as hard as he could until he finally shot his load deep into the girls tight rear door. He had the girl lick and clean his cock after he finished, and the girl concluded her service by thanking him for honoring her by using her for his pleasure. The girl then went to Jake and kneeled before him, her ass high in the air and her lips on the ground.

“What should I do with you, giving yourself so wantonly to another man.”

“ Punish me master, please. I beg you master to punish me harshly.”

Jake directed the girl to stand up, spread her legs and grip her ankles. Count ten with the whip, said Jake. He took out a harsh whip, and whipping upward, landed a harsh blow on his slaves pussy lips.

“One, thank you master, for punishing your unworthy slave.”

Dave could see tears flowing from the girls eyes. Two, three, four. Dave could see the girls muscles tense as she struggled to maintain her position. Without any bindings or support, it would have been easy for her to move but she struggled to fulfill her Master’s desire. Seven, eight, nine, Dave could see snot flying out of the girls nose. For the tenth lash Jake switched to a thick bullwhip which he continued to use on his slaves cunt. This harsh lash brought the slave to an entirely new level of pain and she struggled to maintain her position.

“Ten, thank you master for punishing your unworthy slave and may I beg my master for the honor of another stroke,” the girl sobbed.

“Very well, one more, since you ask so nicely. Stand up straight and put your hands over your head.”

Jake measured very carefully and slashed the bullwhip across the girls tits. The girls scream was as loud as Dave had ever heard. “Thank you master” the girl was finally able to gasp out.

“Well, Dave , do you believe me now?”

I guess so, said Dave and that was the start of his working for the group. He never regretted it.

Twenty five years. Dave shook himself awake as Shiteater continued to lick and clean his ass. It was time to put Shiteater through her paces. He had her lie on the floor and he lowered an iron bar from the ceiling. He attached her ankles and wrists to the bar and raised her up so she was waist high. Her thighs were spread wide and her entire body was open to whatever he wanted to do. He started by tying a rope tightly around her tits. He could see her tits swell and turn purple. He then began placing clamps around her aureole and finally, on the nipple. Shiteater responded to each assault by moaning and crying, but constantly repeating,

“Thank you master for punishing me. My purpose is only to give you pleasure and I hope my pain pleases you. Would Master please honor his slave by torturing his slave some more.”

When master finished with Shiteater’s tits he took a flogger and started to work on her thighs. He then took a paddle and started to work on her upturned ass. First one cheek then the other, five, ten, twenty on each cheek. Shiteater’s screams were constant as each time they started to fade, Master added another stroke. Finally, he finished with the paddle, and took up a riding crop which he used to attack Shiteater’s pussy lips and clit. Five, ten and finally twenty lashes across her most sensitive areas.

“Thank you master for punishing your unworthy slave and may my LORD honor me with another stroke.”

Again and again, Shiteater moaned and gasped between her gasps of pain. Finally, Master put down his whip and positioned himself between her thighs. He grasped his slave by her torn ass and pulled her spread cuntlips over his large rock hard cock. After adjusting the bar to get maximum penetration, he gripped her ass cheeks and pulled her hard until his cock had penetrated her to the maximum. Quickly, he continued to fuck his slave using his strength to pull and push his slave on and off his mighty cock. Even though he had not stimulated his slaves pussy, it was dripping wet from the whipping she had received. Shiteater knew that she could not come without permission from her master and struggled to control herself as Master pounded her pussy. She hoped that her harsh whipping might earn her the privilege of coming. Master started to gasp as he felt Shiteater start to groan as she struggled to control her climax.

Master felt his own climax coming on and decided to be kind to his slave. “Cum on the count of three , One, two, three.” He felt his slaves cunt muscles spasm around his hard cock, and that set off his own climax, as he held her cunt tightly against his cock. Each of her spasms set off one of his, and they continued reenforcing each others rising climax. Finally, he was drained.

Shiteater was moaning her thank you’s with more than her usual sincerity. He released her and immediately she went on her knees, cleaning his cock with her tongue and mouth.

“Thank you for honoring your slave with your cum. Thank you for allowing your slave the great privilege of being allowed to cum. Thank you for allowing me to serve you.”

Master got dressed and put a collar and leash around Shiteater’s neck. It was time to resume his training of Zero.

CHAPTER THREE

Obedience Lessons

Zero was shivering in her cage, as it shook in mid-air. She was scared, hurt, hungry and humiliated. She had been abducted and had no idea of where she was or who was responsible. This was beyond her worst nightmare. She was determined to find out what was going on. She was a human being, not an animal. She could not allow herself to go along with this mistreatment. She felt the cage being lowered and felt this was her chance to assert herself.

“What is going on here? Where am I? Who are you? Let me out of here. “

She started yelling in a panic. She got no response. When the cage reached the floor she felt a fierce pinch and tug on her nipple. She was pulled out of the cage and was  whipped five times on her ass.

“You know you are not allowed to talk. The whipping on your ass was just to get your attention. You will be punished for your disobedience with more pain than you can imagine.”

She was pulled by her chains and then told to stand up. She was tied to a hard bed and her arms and legs were attached to a rack. Her arms and legs were pulled tight, not enough to cause pain, but so she could not move. Zero was terrified. Still wearing nothing but a blindfold, she could not see anything. She felt a strap around her waist which left her unable to move a muscle.

All of sudden she felt a burning sensation on her cunt. Hot wax was dripping over her cunt. She screamed and kept on screaming.

“A slave is not entitled to cunt hair. It was going to be shaved off but your disobedience caused a different method of hair removal.”

The hot wax continued to pour down on Zero’s cunt until the entire area, all her cunt hair, was covered with wax. Zero was screaming with pain. The wax was allowed to harden and Zero gradually caught her breath. All of a sudden she felt a hand on her belly and then the most fierce intense pain that she had ever felt in her life. The wax was being lifted from her cunt and all her cunt hair was being ripped from her skin at the same time.

Zero was wracked with pain. She screamed until she was hoarse. She did not know what to do, she could  not move. She felt snot coming out of her nose from the pain. As the pain was beginning to fade and come under control she felt a whip across her tits.

“ Have you forgotten all your lessons? There is no limit to the pain that I can inflict. What do you have to say?”

Zero remembered the rules. Wracked with pain as she was, she did not have the strength, or the time to weigh her alternatives. She knew that her only chance of avoiding further pain was to start immediately to give thanks. Through her tears she sobbed.

“Thank you, My Lord, for punishing me. Thank you, My Lord for training this worthless Zero. Thank you for teaching this worthless Zero that it is forbidden to talk without permission. Thank you,  My Lord, for giving me pain.”

“Very good, Zero, You are learning. Now it is time for you to eat. I have prepared some of your favorite foods. Two soft boiled eggs, salad, cottage cheese, and four ounces of hamburger.”

Zero was unchained and put on her knees. She anticipated enjoying her meal as she was hungry, and indeed, the foods were ones that she enjoyed. She did not anticipate being pulled on her knees to a big bowl and being ordered to eat. Everything was in that one bowl, mixed together in one smelly, disgusting, mess. “Eat, slave, Eat” she was ordered, accompanied by a slash on her ass. Still she hesitated, overwhelmed by the awful smell. This time, the whip fell on her sore cunt. Zero put her head in the bowl and started to lick up the messy food in the bowl. She gagged on the taste and had to be encouraged by strokes of the flogger on her ass. Finally she was finished. She tried to keep the food in her stomach as she was gagging with nausea.

“Thank you My Lord, for allowing Zero to eat her favorite foods, for giving her a nutritious meal. Thank you My Lord for continuing to spend your time and effort training such a worthless slit.”

Zero thought she had made it and then her stomach betrayed her. She upchucked, she vomited right on the floor. She knew she was in trouble.

“Lick it up. Use your nose, and lick wherever you smell your disgusting vomit. Quickly, quickly. “

She was encouraged by a lash across her cunt lips and she sobbed as she licked up her vomit.

“How dare you vomit out food that is given to you. You eat what we give you, drink what we give you, piss when and where we tell you and shit, when and where we tell you. You will come when we tell you, you will fuck and suck on command. You are an owned slave, your body and your very thoughts belong to us. The only thought that we permit you is to think of how you can please us. You are not permitted to think whether the food is tasty, attractive or nutritious, only that we command you to eat it.”

Zero did her best to lick up her vomit while being flogged on her ass. Finally she finished. She was stunned and breathless. Master felt further punishment would not be productive so he prompted Zero by saying impatiently “Well, don’t you have something to say?” Zero immediately began reciting her thank you’s. She realized that she could not withstand further punishment.

“Thank you My Lord, for punishing me. Thank you My Lord for pulling out all my cunt hair as a punishment for talking. Thank you My Lord for whipping my ass after I was so unappreciative of your kindness that I threw up the food that you gave me. Thank you for making me lick up my vomit. Thank you My Lord for training me to be a slave. Would My Lord be so kind to continue my punishment?”

”Yes, Zero, you deserve further punishment.”

Master reached over to Zero’s tits and placed a clothespin on each nipple.

“You know that you are not permitted to touch these clothespins?”

“Yes, My Lord.” She gasped through her pain.

She was again pulled by her leash till she felt her nose bump into something. “Drink” she was commanded as she had a bowl of milk in front of her. She licked the bowl clean with her tongue. The milk had a funny taste, but Zero did not hesitate. She was exhausted and could not take further punishment, She immediately thanked master for giving her such a tasty drink.  Master decided that the session had gone on long enough and pulled Zero back to her cage.

“The clothespins will stay on until our next session. You must be conscious that your only purpose is to give us pleasure and you must accept that your pain gives us pleasure. I will leave you to rest as you will need your strength for further training.”

With that, Master pulled the cage up in the air and left Zero to rest. Of course, he would know if Zero touched the painful clothespins. He hoped she was smart enough to leave them in place. She would need her strength for her next session.

CHAPTER FOUR

Humiliation and Pleasure

The master reviewed the session in his mind as he went back to his room to take a short rest. He knew he would have to return for another session with Zero very soon. He was upset that Zero vomited. It left him no choice but to punish her, and coming on top of having all her cunt hair pulled out with the wax, it was more pain than he wanted to inflict at this early stage of her training. He would be careful to make the next session humiliating, rather than painful. Anyone could whip a slave into senselessness. The Master turned women into true slaves, who found meaning and pleasure in their slavery and were proud of their ability to bear pain.

Master thought back to that day twenty five years ago when Jake introduced him to the group.

“I work, said Jake, “for a group of extremely wealthy people. They have more money than you can dream of. They surround this operation with layers and layers of security. You will start off as an assistant trainer. The pay is generous, $125,000. a year to start. Our slaves are trained so that they can appear in public with no risk to their owners. Some work as maids or secretaries, some become trophy wives. Some are sold outside this country, where the culture is different. Whatever, when a slave is brought to auction, there can be not the slightest doubt that she is a slave heart and soul, that she is not waiting for an opportunity to escape. When we finish training, the worst threat we can give to a slave trainee is to throw her out of the training program.

The group has a number of facilities across the country. You will find that wherever you are assigned, you will have all the luxuries of a five star hotel. You will have all the tools you need for training the slaves. The facilities are isolated and even if a slave should make it out of our secure facility, which has never happened, she will find herself in the middle of nowhere.

You will be paid through a shell company. Your taxes will be done for you. Eventually, after your probationary period, you will be allowed to leave the facility on vacations. You will occasionally be allowed to benefit from stock tips. Since you will have no expenses, you will retire a very wealthy man. All we ask is that you use your abilities to help train our slaves and ask no questions.”

Dave took the job and never regretted it. Ten years after he joined the group, he was promoted to Trainer and his pay was doubled, to $250,000.  per year. He owned a luxurious condo in Trump Plaza and a villa on the French Riviera. Five years ago, he asked Jake if he could attend an auction and purchase a slave for himself. Jake told him that for security reasons he could not attend an auction with members of the group but he would be allowed an employee discount. He could pick out a slave that he had trained and be allowed to purchase it for only one million dollars. Dave did a double take, till Jake explained that many slaves go for two or three times that price, as the demand for well trained slaves always exceeded supply.

So he purchased Shiteater and never regretted it. Tomorrow he would have a little party to celebrate his anniversary. He invited Jake to attend. Jake said he would glad to attend and he had some news for him about the job. This worried him. He thought the group may feel he was too old for the job. He had never discussed retirement and, although he could well afford to retire he had no desire to leave his job. He loved it. Sure, he was in his midfifties, but he was still able to function and was still the best trainer in the business.

Anyway, he had killed about an hour and it was time to get back to work. Zero had been given a heavy dose of laxatives with her milk and, as he checked the monitor, was shaking and trembling to control her bowels. She did not want the humiliation of shitting in her cage and further, knew she would be punished severely if she did. Master was pleased to see that Zero had not touched the clothespins that were still torturing her nipples.

Zero was still wearing only a blindfold and had no idea how much time had passed by. All she knew was that she was in agony. Her tits were being tortured and the fact that she could take off the clothespins at any time but dared not, only added to her agony. And she was practically bent over double with her need to shit.  The cage was shaking as she trembled.

Zero felt the cage being lowered. She heard Master’s voice

“Zero, you have my permission to make a request. You may beg for a boon. “

Zero immediately begged , “Master I beg you as humbly as I can, please may I go to the bathroom?”

Master laughed. “Zero, slaves don’t go to the bathroom. You will never go to the  bathroom again as long as you live.  Try again. “

Zero was not sure what Master was getting at. “Please, Master, I beg you, I need to move my bowels”

“You need to shit, Zero, say it, say it.”

Zero was humiliated but had no choice. She was sobbing and trembling with the effort to control herself.

“ Please Master, Zero begs for permission to shit.”

“Not very good, but it will do for a first try. Here is a bucket. Sit on it, but do not shit until I give you the command.”

Zero sat on the bucket and waited. Master removed the clothespins which added to her agony. Then he gave the order: “Shit” Immediately Zero released her bowels and the shit flowed into the bucket. She sobbed with relief. All of a sudden she felt the slash of a cane across her tits.

“Thank you My Lord, thank you for granting me permission to Shit and for removing the clothespins from my nipples. Thank you for training me to be a slave.”

Zero finished and master ordered her to resume her kneeling position. All of a sudden she felt a tongue between her ass cheeks. Shiteater was cleaning her filthy ass with her tongue.

“We cannot let you continue with a filthy ass. Thank Shiteater for cleaning you.”

“ Thank you Shiteater for licking the shit out of my ass. Thank you My Lord for taking care of me and keeping me clean.”

“Very well, Zero, but Shiteater has gotten some of your shit on her nose. She will stick her nose in your mouth and you will lick it off.”

Zero was more and more humiliated.  She had no choice and for the first time in her life she found herself tasting shit. She did not know how much lower she could go. Then she felt a whip on her ass and she realized that her degradation had no limits.

“Thank you My Lord, and thank you Shiteater for allowing me the privilege and pleasure of eating shit. “

Master felt that it was time to begin Zero’s real training.

“ Stand up, clasp your hands in back of your head. Legs apart, further apart. That’s good. That’s the standing position.”

Master moved over to Zero and started stroking her tits softly. He enjoyed their feel and watched as her nipples harden. He ran his hands down over her body and put his hand on Zero’s cunt. He could feel her cunt getting wet. Zero was broken. She had never been played with, never allowed herself to be so stimulated. She wanted to back away, to protest, to scream, but she dared not. She allowed herself to enjoy the pleasure she was feeling.

All of a sudden she felt a paddle across her ass cheeks. She roused herself to thank her Lord for the great pleasure he was giving to his worthless slave, by playing with her tits and cunt.

“How could you not appreciate the honor and privilege that I granted you. Very well, since you do not appreciate pleasure, I will stop. Kneel.”

Zero fell to her knees. Then she was told to spread her knees further and move her ass back to her ankles and straighten from the waist. She was instructed to hold her hand behind her head.  In a few seconds she felt masters fingers squeezing her nose. She opened her mouth to breath and immediately felt something forcing its way between her lips. Master was forcing his large cock between Zero’s lips and down her throat.

“Open wide, if I feel your teeth on my cock, you will regret it”.

Zero opened her mouth as wide as she could and tried not to gag as Master rammed his big hard cock in and out of her mouth. Master was now going to begin the serious business of training Zero to give pleasure.

Master rammed his cock into Zero’s mouth till her lips were buried in his pubic hair. He kept it there for five seconds while he felt Zero gag.

“Get used to it quickly, Zero. This is one of the three main ways you have to please a Master. The others are with your ass and with your cunt. We shall train you till you are expert in all three.”

Zero struggled to breath as the massive cock kept plowing into her mouth. She had never seen a cock, let alone sucked on one. She was horrified at masters words. Was he serious? They will train her to use her ass? She had never heard of such a thing. Meanwhile, she struggled not to gag as master pounded the back of her throat. Master reached down and pinched her nipples harshly.

“You are not thinking of giving me pleasure. That is the only thing that you are allowed to think about. I am going to honor you by coming in your mouth and you will be careful to swallow every precious drop.”

Master rammed his cock faster and faster through Zeros soft lips. He could feel her tears flowing as she felt the pain in her throat and from her pinched and twisted nipples. He pinched them even harder as she struggled to breath. He suddenly let go of her nipples and placed both hands behind Zero’s head as he came in great spurts. Zero felt the spurt in her mouth and her first reaction was to spit it out. She managed to control her reflex and started to swallow as the cum was flooding her mouth. Half a dozen times and more, her mouth filled with cum and she swallowed, the cock was still hard and spurting. Finally, the spurting ended and she felt the massive cock begin to shrink.

“Suck, lick and swallow,” the master screamed as he punctuated his words with a slap across the face.

“That is your job. You should be honored that I give you my cock to worship and my cum to drink.”

Finally, Master withdrew his cock.

“Thank you master for allowing me to feel your massive cock in my mouth, Thank you for allowing me to give you pleasure, Thank you for allowing me the honor of swallowing your cum.”

“That was your first lesson. This time I did all the work. I just used your mouth as a hole. You will be trained to use your tongue and lips, to worship a cock, to love the taste and smell. But because you were successful in swallowing I am going to allow Shiteater to pleasure you, but remember, you are not permitted to cum.”

Zero felt Shiteater’s tongue on her lips, her breath on her clit. Her juices started to flow as she was rapidly reaching peaks of pleasure that she would not have believed possible before she was enslaved. Her breathing grew rapid. She knew she was not allowed to cum, but did not know if she would be able to control herself.

“Enough” said the Master. “It is time to put Zero back to her cage to rest, but first we have a special surprise”.

Zero was happy that Shiteater stopped licking her cunt and clit but then she felt something being attached to her lips.

“It’s a custom made vibrator,” Master explained. “It will feel as if your cunt lips are being stroked and sucked. It will not directly touch your clit so that even though you will want to cum, the device will not make you cum. And remember, if you cum, you will be punished. Now let’s put you back in your cage.”

Chapter Five                                              Pleasure and pain

Zero was in torment. She was in her cage, a four foot cube, hanging from the ceiling. The cage shook as Zero trembled from the unaccustomed waves of pleasure that were keeping her on the edge of ecstasy. Finally she could resist no longer and she reached down between her legs and touched her clit lightly. That was all that she needed. For the first time in her innocent life she climaxed. She never felt such pleasure. Her body was racked with pleasure and her cunt spasmed  and flexed, tightening around an imaginary cock. Slowly Zero returned to normal, but the vibrator kept up its work and Zero again felt herself returning to the peak of sexual excitement. Her breathing quickened, her pulse raced as her body again paid the price for the devilish vibrator attached to her cunt lips. Zero realized that she was already in trouble and was determined to resist the temptation. She was not going to  touch her clit. She was not going to come. The vibrator kept up its insidious work and Zero was squirming, on the verge of coming. What made it worse for Zero, was that being blindfolded, she had no way of knowing how much time had passed. She was praying for her master to come back and punish her for coming without permission. She did not want to come a second time.

Finally her body betrayed her. It was just a brief touch of her finger on her clit that set her off, even harder than her first cum,  as she had endured more stimulation before allowing herself to climax. She screamed with pleasure as the sensations radiated from her cunt all through her body. She felt her juices squirting out of her cunt and across her cage.  Once again, the release let her down from the peak she had reached, and once again, the vibrator did its work, bringing her back to the edge. Once again, she wanted to cum more than anything else. Once again, she feared punishment. As the stimulation continued, Zero started to rationalize. She thought to herself: If master knew what I was doing, why didn’t he come in after the first time? Or after the second? I screamed so loud, that if he was paying attention, he must have noticed. If no one is paying attention, then why am I tormenting myself when I could be enjoying great pleasure . With that she reached between her legs and rubbed her clit.

All hell broke loose. Just as she was starting to come, Zero heard Master’s voice.

“Enjoying yourself, Zero?”

Zero tried to control her climax, but it was too late. Master entering had put a damper on her cum and it was comparatively weaker than her first two.

“ Zero, you do not understand. You have no right to pleasure. You belong to us, like a table, or a chair. You are here only for our pleasure. Your pleasure will come from pleasing us. You will learn to understand this. Now we will begin to teach you this lesson by punishing you. You came three times. I will give you 10 strokes for the first offense, 20 for the second and 30 for the third . That is a total of 60. You will be restrained.”

Master lowered the cage and pulled Zero out by her tit. He dragged her, still on her knees, across the marble floor.

“Piss”, Master commanded. “I do not want you to piss under punishment.”

Zero once again pissed under her masters gaze. When she finished, Master pulled her, again on her knees across the hard marble floor. She was pulled to her feet  and was chained by her ankles and wrists in a great X.

“I will start with 10 across the back” Master took a leather cat and laid the first stroke across Zero’s back.  Master took his time, letting Zero catch her breath before laying the second stroke across the first. Slowly, Master continued his torture, Zero was screaming as she felt each blow. Tears flowed from her eyes and drool from her mouth. She twisted and turned in her bonds as she tried to ease her pain from the whipping. Finally the Master counted 10 and Zero thanked her master for punishing her. She begged for further punishment as blood dripped from the marks on her back.

Master moved to Zero’s ass. He took a special ping pong paddle, not padded with rubber, but with a sheet of sand paper glued to the hard wooden surface. He worked gradually over both ass cheeks. The cheeks quickly turned red and bloody under the paddle. Zero screamed in agony, her back and ass were like a piece of meat.  Finally, Master reached 10 and Zero panted her thank you through her tears. Once again she asked for further punishment.

Master walked in front of Zero and took a small doggie whip. He brought it down over Zero’s belly. Zero screamed. The second blow fell lower, on the area that had just recently been covered with cunt hair. Zero never dreamt of being whipped there, so close to her most intimate lips. Zero then made a big mistake.

“NO,” she screamed, “Please, have mercy.”

Master laughed.

“Zero, you know better than that, you have just earned further punishment.”

With that, the master took a thin rope and tied it tightly around Zeros back. He then wrapped it tightly around the base of her breasts, cutting off the circulation, causing her tits to swell and turn purple. When he had tied them tightly he took two clamps and placed one on each nipple. The clamps had a screw that could be tightened, and he used a screwdriver to tighten them as far as possible. Zero was in agony. He then attached chains to each clamp and pulled on the chains till her tits were stretched so that Zero felt the nipples would be torn from her body. He attached the chains to a ring on the  wall and then paused to let Zero appreciate the affects of her plea for mercy.

“Well, Zero, what do you have to say for yourself?”

Zero roused herself and did what she had to do.

“Thank you Master for punishing me, Thank you for torturing my tits. Thank you for training me to be a slave.”

Master slashed at her tortured tits. This was the time for another break through.

“The words are fine Zero, but you must say them like you mean it. I want to hear the gratitude in your voice, I want to hear enthusiasm as you express your gratitude for the time and effort that I am expending on your training.”

Zero had taken acting in High School. She reached back to her lessons and from somewhere deep inside her self she  graciously thanked her Lord and Master for correcting her by whipping her and torturing her tits. Master smiled.

“Better, but you’ll have to improve as we continue training.”

Master continued to whip Zero on her belly and pubic area. Slowly, each blow continued to fall as Zero screamed. As she twisted in her chains she brought more pain to her tortured tits. Finally master counted to 10 and looked over the markings on Zero’s belly. Zero did her best to thank her master, trying to find the proper enthusiasm in her voice.

Master reached for his flogger as he moved to a new area on Zero’s tortured body. Now Zero felt a blow against her swollen and stretched tits. First the left, then the right, as master alternated, going slowly, so that Zero was kept in constant pain. Her tits, usually a source of pleasure, were now total agony. After ten blows on her tits, Zero again was forced to thank her master with a forced humbleness and enthusiasm. She did not know how she would survive the 20 lashes she still had coming.

Master reached for a thin flexible cane and found a new spot to torment. This time he attacked the inside of her thighs, placing five marks on each, climbing from her knees to just below her cunt lips. After receiving the enthusiastic thank you’s that he demanded, he asked Zero

“ Where should I place the next 10 lashes? I have covered your back, your ass, your belly, your tits and your inner thighs. Now Zero, you may beg for the next lashes.”

Zero knew where master wanted the last 10 lashes to go. She was not stupid. She hoped that the proper enthusiasm in her request might gain her some lessening of the strength of her blows.

“Master, please be so kind and generous as to whip my cunt. I need you to punish my cunt because I came without your permission, against your orders.”

“Very well, as you wish. You will count each lash.”

Master slashed up from the floor and landed the blow across Zero’s cunt lips. Zero screamed.  Her entire body shook. Her tits were pulled as she could not help her shaking. Her entire body was ablaze with pain. Finally, Zero was able to pull herself together to sob out “One, thank you my Lord.” She did not know how she would survive nine more. But she did. Master allowed her a full minute between each blow to let the pain permeate her entire body. Finally, her ordeal was over.

“Ten, thank you My Lord for correcting me and punishing me. If it pleases you, could you kindly whip me again.”

Master thought about it. He was not happy with Zero’s plea for mercy and was tempted to begin whipping Zero on the soles of her feet, but he decided against it. Zero was so wracked with pain that any further pain would not be effective. He therefore released her from her chains and released her tits from their torture.

“Since you thanked me so nicely, it is time we grant you a privilege. We grant you the privilege of sight.”

With that Master removed Zero’s blindfold and she was able to see. She was in a large room, with a marble floor, with many chains and pillars to keep her well tied. She saw various whips and paddles scattered around the room. She looked to see her Master and she was puzzled. He looked very ordinary. He was simply dressed in black slacks and a black shirt. He was of average height, around six feet, he had a full head of hair, although it was starting to get gray. He was of average weight, neither slim, nor fat. How could such an ordinary looking man be the Master who she feared, who tortured her and abused her. The she saw the way he carried himself, the confidence he exuded, the gleam in his eye as he looked at her and she realized what made him truly a Master.

“Must I blindfold you again?  Have you forgotten all your lessons?”

Zero, in terror quickly thanked he master for granting her the most precious gift of sight, for allowing her to look upon, his face. To see him so as to be better able to serve him.

Master realized that Zero had had a long day and, whatever he might tell her, she had real physical limits. He decided to let her eat, drink and sleep, to give her strength for the big party tomorrow. He therefore had Shiteater bring out a plate of bacon and eggs, a bowl of oatmeal and a plate of pancakes with syrup. Zero still had to eat while on her knees, with just her mouth, no hands, let alone silverware. She ate like a dog eating dog food, but she had reached such a stage of weakness and degradation that she was truly grateful for being allowed to eat real tasty food and when she finished her thank you’s were sincere and gracious. She was honestly happy to be so well fed. It was the first real food that she was able to eat in a long time. After she drank the delicious ice cold water and thanked Master for his kindness, master brought her to her cage and locked her in but did not raise the cage.

“Sleep well Zero. You will need your strength for your next training session.” With those ominous words master left. He did not turn off or lower the lights. Zero had no need to know whether it was day or night and he would give her no clues. Her time was divided in two. When she was wanted by her masters and when she was not. This was a time when she was not wanted by her masters. She would be allowed to rest until she would be prepared for the big party, but after the party, she would be introduced to Master’s three assistants, and they would have the right to use Zero at any time. For now however, Zero was exhausted and despite her pain, fell into a deep sleep.

Chapter Six

The Party

Zero woke up and looked around. She had no idea of how long she had slept as there were no windows in her dungeon and the lights were kept at a constant level. She saw that the dungeon was about 400 square feet, fairly large but not huge.  She could not believe the torture and degradation she had undergone. She had no idea of how long she had been in this dungeon.  Was there any hope for her?

Although Master  (she hated having to use that word, especially in her own mind, but she had no other way of thinking about him. He had no name, no identifying trait) implied that she was owned by a large group of men, she had seen no sign of anyone but Master and his slave Shiteater. Perhaps there was no one else. Perhaps he was a lone lunatic. Her best chance might be to cooperate with him as best as she could and hope that he grows careless and makes a mistake. Then she would have her chance to escape. Yes, that was her best strategy. She had seen the result of disobedience. She could still feel the whip on her back and her entire body still ached from her last session. She would try to be as obedient and compliant as she could.

Master came striding in, with his slave Shiteater on all fours beside him. “Good  morning Zero. I see you slept well. I hope you are ready for a big day.”

“ Thank you My Lord for allowing your slave to sleep. Thank you for training me. I hope to be able to please you in any way you require.”

Zero almost sang out her thank you’s, she was so anxious to please her Master. Master had been in this business a long time and knew what Zero was thinking. But there was no reason to ruin her hopes now. She would see the truth of her situation soon enough and that would help strip away the last of her hopes.

“ Zero, crawl here on your knees.”

Zero crawled to where Master indicated, without being pulled by a leash. “Head down, eyes open. Now piss.” Zero pissed as she was ordered, being forced to see the piss as it left her cunt. Master and Shiteater looked on and Zero could not imagine a more humiliating act.

“Shiteater, prepare an enema for Zero. It is most important that her ass be clean. Two quarts of warm soapy water will do for a start.”

“Zero, assume the kneel position, knees wide apart, ass up and lips on the floor.”

Zero did as she was ordered and felt the hose being forced into her ass. The soapy water bubbled through her bowels. The water was not uncomfortable, but it kept coming, more and more. She felt so full. Her stomach was extending. Then the water stopped and Zero felt a surge of relief. She could manage that. Then Master said “that’s the first bag switch to the second,” and Zero knew that she was in for an agonizing time. She was determined to cooperate as best as she could in her effort to gain Master’s trust so she thanked her master for cleaning her filthy ass. For taking the time and effort to train her.

The second bag meant agony. Her bowels were stretched, her stomach extended. The water filled and stretched her beyond her ability but she forced herself to keep saying nothing but thank you, Master, thank you. Finally, the bag was empty and all she wanted was to shit, to expel this mass of water from her ass.

“Put in a butt plug and wait ten minutes. We must make sure the ass is clean.” Shiteater put in the butt plug and Zero underwent further agony. She shivered and trembled, trying to hold her ass tight. Finally, Shiteater brought out the bucket and took out the butt plug.

“Well, Zero, do you have a favor to ask?”

“My Lord, if it pleases you could you grant this worthless slave, this Zero, the privilege of being allowed to shit?”

“Very well, Zero, you have asked nicely, sit on the bucket and shit.”

“Thank you master, Thank you,” Zero kept saying as she released her shit and all the warm soapy water into the bucket. Finally she was finished and the spasms of her agony eased . Zero was shocked when master told Shiteater,

“Now again, with ice cold water.”

Again, Zero assumed the humiliating Kneel position, with her ass in the air and her lips on the ground. This time the cold water alone was painful and again she had to take two full bags, two quarts. Again she was in agony as she kept thanking he master for his great kindness. Again the butt plug went into her ass as even after her ass was full she had to retain for 10 minutes. Again she was forced to beg for the privilege of being allowed to shit. A clean bucket was brought and she filled it with water from her ass.

Master smelled the bucket after Zero had finished and immediately said,

“I still smell shit. Her ass must be clean. One more time.”

And so for a third time Zero endured the painful enema, again with iced cold water. Master examined the third bucket and pronounced himself satisfied.

“ Very well, her ass is clean. Let us prepare her for the party.”

So they prepared  Zero. They put clamps on her nipples and attached a leash to the clamps. They put buckles around her wrists and ankles. Finally, she was ordered to kneel and was pulled by her leash out the door to a long hallway. She was pulled by her tits till they reached a large double door where she heard and saw the party.

“Hey, it’s the guest of honor, at long last. We were beginning to think you’d never get here.”

“Sorry, I was preparing  Zero for the party.”

“Zero, meet my boss, and friend, Master Jake. He is in charge of this operation and has the final say of when you are ready to be sold. And these other three men are my assistants. You will address them as Master, and obey them as you obey me. They have the right to use you in any fashion that they choose and you must be careful to please them, because they can punish you more harshly than I would.” (That was not exactly true, though Zero had no need to know that. His assistants operated under his strict supervision and did not have the authority to exceed certain limits, but these limits would still mean very much pain for Zero)

Zero looked up and saw one gray haired man, wearing a suit and tie, and the three assistants, all dressed in black, like her Master. She looked around the room and was shocked to see five slaves all bound in terribly painful positions.

The first slave was straight ahead of her. She was on her tip toes, with her arms chained to a ring suspended from the ceiling. Her cunt was stretched as a large dildo was extending from her cunt to the stool that was perched between her well spread thighs. Her ankles were pulled apart and attached to rings on the floor. What was most frightening was the four sharp needles that were extending from the stool, right alongside the dildo. Zero realized that if the slave should lower herself from her toes, the needles would penetrate her cunt. How long could the slave stay on her toes? And why was the slave smiling?

Another slave was bound in an even more painful position.  A thin chain was attached around her waist and a wire was stretched tightly through her ass and cunt. Her breasts were tied tightly with the wire as they swelled and turned purple. Then alligator clips were placed on her nipples. After all this, the slave was forced to bend over and her wrists were cuffed to her ankles. This forced the wire to cut into her ass and cunt. And even so the slave was smiling!

And a third slave was hanging in the air, her wrists and ankles both attached to a long bar that was suspended from the ceiling. She was held in a completely split position. Her nipples were tightly clamped and chains were attached to the wires so her tits were stretched up toward the ceiling. Clamps were also attached to her cunt lips and they were pulled out, away from her cunt and then out to the sides. Her cunt could not be any more open than it was. This would have been an agonizing position by itself, as both her tits and cunt lips were stretched to their maximum and any movement would be agony, but to make sure there would be movement, a vibrator was inserted in the slaves ass, and the slave was forced to move because of the vibrations. Each movement brought agony to the slaves cunt and tits and yet the slave still smiled through her tears.

On the left two slaves were chained, facing each other on a “horse”. The horse was topped by a piece of wood that reached a sharp triangular point and the slaves were placed so their cunts were right on the point. Their feet were chained so they could just support their weight on tiptoe, but should their feet not hold the load, all their weight would be born by their cunts as the triangular piece of wood would cut into their cunts. In addition, their tits were tightly chained to each other, so any movement of the upper body would pull on the other tits causing great pain.   In addition, to prevent the slaves from leaning forward and taking pressure off of their tits, there was a wand placed right in front of each cunt, coming through the wooden horse and the sharp triangle.

Master saw Zero staring at the two slaves on the horse and explained “ the wand is electronic and will provide a sharp shock if it is touched.”

How fiendish, Zero thought. They cannot move closer because of the electronic wands, they cannot move further away because of the tits chained together and if their toes come off the floor, or stop supporting their weight, the triangle will penetrate their cunts. And yet they are smiling!

Master saw Zero staring at the slaves and knew what she was thinking. He addressed one of the slaves.

“Toilet, Zero, our newest slit (Slave in training) wants to know why you are smiling.”

Toilet replied, “We smile because we are being allowed to give pleasure to our masters with our pain. Our sole function is to please our Masters and whenever we can please them we are happy. You too, will be trained to understand this by our wonderful masters.”

Zero did not know what to think. She had hopes that she could escape from a lone lunatic, but now she saw the truth, that she was captured by a cruel and merciless group and that she had no chance of escape. She also saw the result of the training. She was lost in thought when she felt the lash on her ass. “ Well, Zero, It is time to prepare you for your role at this party.”

Zero was bent over a small table. Her knees were chained to the corner of the table and her ankles were chained to each leg. Her ass and cunt were available over the edge of the table. Her tits fell over the other side of the table and they were clamped, with a small weight suspended from each tit. Her arms were attached to the legs of the table. A chain was drawn around the table and tightened around Zero’s waist and Zero’s head was pulled back as her hair was fastened to the chain around her waist.

“You will suck each slaves cunt until they come, Then you will worship each masters cock until he is satisfied. You will thank everyone for the privilege of serving them. Is that understood?”

“ Yes, My Lord, thank you for allowing Zero to serve you and attempt to bring you pleasure.”

“Just two more things before we can begin. Shiteater will be at your cunt, licking and sucking. This is for our amusement and pleasure, not yours. You may not come. You remember the punishment you received for coming without permission. If you come today we will consider it an act of deliberate rebellion and your punishment will be 10 times as great. Finally, you are perhaps wondering why we spent so much time cleaning out your ass. I think your ass will make a marvelous champagne decanter.”

Zero heard a pop, and although she could  not move her head it sounded like a the pop of a champagne bottle . Then she felt the ice cold bottle penetrate her ass and the cold bubbly run through her bowels. She was in pain as the bubbles added to her distress. After the first bottle came the second as her ass was agonizingly filled. Zero used all her strength to hold her ass closed and not push the champagne out. When the second bottle was emptied, Zero was shown a butt plug with an opening on one side and a straw on the other. The butt plug was placed in her ass and Shiteater started to work on Zero’s cunt. A slave was brought to Zero and her cunt was placed next to Zero’s mouth. Zero began to work.

She could not begin to think of the humiliating position she was in. Shiteater was working on her cunt and she must bring five slaves to orgasm and then satisfy five masters with her mouth, all while being chained in an awkward and painful position. She would  not be able to hold out against Shiteaters skillful tongue. She would not survive her punishment. Her mind was spinning, trying to think of a way she could stop herself from coming. Then she remembered what the slave Toilet had said.

“Our sole function is to please our Masters and whenever we can please them we are happy.”

What she must do is to concentrate exclusively on pleasing her Master. She kept this thought running constantly in her mind. I must please my Master, I must please my Master, I must please my Master. As she concentrated on that thought she found her body less responsive to Shiteater’s cuntlicking. Although she felt stimulated she was no longer flying to the point of no return. She was able to channel her sexual excitement into her own cuntlicking and the first slave, who had permission to come, rapidly reached her climax.

Immediately, the second slave was brought before Zero’s tongue and, with a look of religious zeal, Zero continued to lick and suck. The slaves, allowed by their master’s the rare privilege of being permitted  to come, reached their own climax very quickly and Zero was quickly up to slave number 5. While Zero was hard at work, the masters were sipping champagne out of the straw coming out of her ass. Although somewhere in the back of her head Zero was aware of the humiliation of having her ass used in that way, she buried that feeling and concentrated on pleasing her Master. Although the bubbly being sucked out of her ass was annoying, at least it eased the pain of her overfilled bowels.

While Zero was working on the fifth slave, one of the assistants had an idea. He walked over and started to fuck the slave in her ass while Zero was working on her cunt. “Toilet, you are not allowed to come until I do.”  Zero worked as hard as she could as the master pounded his cock in and out of Toilet’s tight ass. Toilet, anxious to come herself, and eager to help Zero, used her skills with her ass, clenching and unclenching her ass, trying to milk the precious cum from her master’s cock. Finally, his cock exploded as his cock spasmed, shooting his cum deep inside Toilet’s ass. Toilet came immediately as her cunt spasms added to the master’s pleasure. Finally, she had brought all the slaves to climax, and as Toilet pulled away from her mouth Zero gratefully thanked the Master’s for the opportunity to give them pleasure and prayed that they would continued to find pleasure in using her body and mouth. There was a look of ecstasy on her face as she thanked her masters.

Jake, the top boss volunteered to be first. He walked over to Zero, unzipped his pants, took out his cock and placed it in Zero’s mouth. Zero was a very inexperienced cocksucker. She had only worked on one cock, her Master’s. Jake’s cock was not as big. She tried to use what little skill she had and to make up in enthusiasm what she lacked in skill. In any event, because of the way her head was pulled backward, she was limited in her ability to move her head. Zero used her tongue as best as she could, as Jake, after a slow start, began to pound his cock in and out of her mouth. Finally, he came and Zero struggled mightily to swallow every drop.

“Not bad for a new slit. She has potential to make a fine cocksucker.”

Zero flushed with pride at the compliment. She realized how her training had changed her.

Now came the assistants. Zero struggled to center her thoughts on pleasing her master, because Shiteater was still hard at work on her cunt and she could not, must not cum until she had satisfied all the masters. Her concentration lapsed a little as she tired from her lengthy ordeal and she felt her passions riding to a higher level before she could regain her concentration. She used her lips and her tongue as eagerly and passionately as she could on the first two assistants and eagerly swallowed their copious cum. The third assistant was the one who had fucked Toilet in the ass while Zero was sucking her off. While he had no trouble getting hard, Zero had to work long and hard to bring him to a climax as his cock had been recently drained. Finally Zero was able to swallow whatever cum he was able to produce.

The Masters had continued sipping on the champagne and there was very little left in her ass as her Master stepped forward to use her mouth.

“Zero, you have made me proud. Remember you are to cum on my command, not before and not later.”

Master began pumping his cock in and out of Zero’s mouth, harder and harder. Zero used her tongue and lips, trying to please her Master. Shiteater was working hard using her tongue, sucking, nibbling licking, breathing as Zero, with the end in of her ordeal in sight, became more and more stimulated. Master was about to cum when he gave the order to Zero

“CUM, NOW!!”

Zero gasped as she was free to climax like she never had before. Master felt the added passion in her lips and tongue and shot his sperm into Zero’s mouth. Zero swallowed as all her muscles flexed and spasmed in a climax that was stronger and longer than anything she had experienced or even dreamed of.

Suddenly she felt something cold and wet on her ass and the small of her back. All the Masters were laughing. Her Master, who was still shooting in her eager mouth explained it to her.

” Your climax was so strong that you pumped the champagne out of your ass. The champagne shot out of your ass like a fountain.”

Zero finished her climax and gratefully thanked everyone for the opportunity to please them, for allowing her the great privilege of coming for their pleasure. Zero was weak from her ordeal and Master was very pleased with her. He saw that she had now accepted her role as a slave. She now understood that she must always think about pleasing her masters. She now needed training to increase her skills, but in her mental approach she was now a slave.

Master assigned one of his assistants to grant Zero the privilege of a shower and to give her food and drink before putting her back in her cage. It was time to get Zero used to his assistants as they would now be taking an active role in her training.

Chapter Seven

Toilet’s Ordeal

The party continued. The slaves brought out delicious gourmet food and the Masters sat on big comfortable chairs and laughed and joked as they ate. Every once in a while, one would call on a slave for use. The slave would endure whatever the master had in mind. Since this was a party, most of the use was simple and straightforward, but painful. For example, a spanking does not seem like much, but when the spanking is 100 blows, each delivered with full force, the results are a very red ass that will be painful for a long time.

Jake pulled Master away from the others and said “I’m glad the new slave is working out so well. You have her less than a week and she has fully accepted her condition. You’re the best we have, but this is the last slave you’re going to be training for us.”

Master was expecting this but was stunned anyway.

“Jake, we’ve known each other for a long time. Can’t you put in a good word for me? I’m not ready to retire.”

“ I did put in a good word for you and we all agree. You definitely are not ready to retire.”

“I don’t understand, If You are not retiring me, why is this the last slave that I’ll be training?”

“Dave, sometimes I wonder about you. You’re  not retiring, I am”, said Jake. “You are going to be taking over my job. I’m older than you. I am ready to spend more time with my children and grandchildren. Oh, I’ll drop by once in a while to keep my hand in and sample the merchandise but you are going to have my job.”

Jake was relieved but still puzzled. “I’ve never asked but what exactly is your job?”

“ I wear many hats. First of all, I am the director of all training. I haven’t had to work with you much, because you are a natural, but you will be in charge of training all the trainers at all the facilities. You will have overall control over the physical plant of all the facilities, security will be under you. And you will be a talent spotter.”

Dave looked worried. “Jake, I really don’t want to be involved in the strong arm end of the operation.”

“Jake, you are not thinking. Do you think the group would risk you on anything illegal? As a matter of fact if you ever get anything worse than a speeding ticket, you’ll be in serious trouble with the group. I said talent, you dummy, not merchandise. We have some members of our group with connections with Sicily and Russia. They handle merchandise. You will be looking for talent.”

Dave still looked puzzled. “ Dave, we are an expanding organization. We need to add more trainers. We can’t exactly advertise in the NY Times. Do you think I met you by accident twenty five years ago? That was my job. The group is planning a major expansion. First of all, they plan to open a new facility for training female slaves. Second they plan on opening a new facility to train male slaves. Some of our members have daughters and they are looking to train boy toys for their daughters. You are going to have a lot on your plate. You are the liaison between the group and the facilities. You will make sure that slaves are trained within a reasonable period of time. It’s a very responsible job and you will be compensated as befitting the CEO of a small company, One Million Dollars a year. I said I put in a good word for you. Don’t disappoint me.”

Dave was thrilled. Not only was he not being forced into retirement, he was being promoted to a very responsible position at four times his current salary.

“Let’s celebrate with a sandwich, how about Toilet?”

“Toilet will be fine,” said Jake, “I’ll take the cunt from the bottom, you take the ass from the top.”

“Sounds great, but let’s warm her up properly first.”

With that they called over Toilet and prepared her for the honor of being the middle of a sandwich. First both Dave and Jake gave her 50 spanks each across her ass. Then, when her ass was nice and red, they used a strap. Each gave her 25 strokes across the ass. Toilet was very well trained, and was used to receiving punishment but she was in tears from the punishment. Jake stuck his fingers up her cunt and felt how wet she was.

“Okay, she’s warmed up. Let’s have some fun.”

Jake lay down on the bed and Toilet placed her cunt over Jake’s cock. Jake was normal sized and she was able to keep him deep in her hot cunt. Then Dave placed his cock at the edge of Toilet’s ass. His cock was large, over 8 inches, and thick. He pushed his big cock through her anus and held it there for a minute, allowing Toilet to prepare for the coming invasion, then waiting a little more, keeping Toilet in suspense, making her wonder when the cock would fill her up. Then, in an instant, Dave plunged in to the limit. He filled her totally. He felt Jake’s cock filling her cunt as he filled her ass. He pumped harder and harder into her tight ass. Jake meanwhile was content to lie quietly and let Toilet do the work. She used her well trained cunt muscles to pump his cock as she tried to work him to a climax.  She flexed her cunt muscles and her ass muscles to please Dave and Jake. To encourage her, Jake grabbed her tits and squeezed her nipples hard. Dave, riding her ass as hard as he could, kept slapping her already sore ass.

Toilet kept repeating “Thank you Masters, I hope you are enjoying my ass and cunt. I am honored that you use my body for you pleasure. My body is only here to please you and I pray that my pain brings you pleasure. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you.” Dave asked Jake if he was ready, Jake said he was enjoying himself and would like to wait a few minutes more. Dave slowed down his pumping, but neither Dave nor Jake slowed their slapping of Toilet’s ass or squeezing her tits. Toilet was becoming more and more aroused as her holes were being filled. She knew that she had no permission to come and kept concentrating on giving pleasure to her masters. Finally Jake said that he was ready and Dave thrust as hard and quickly as he could and in five quick thrusts he came deep in her ass. Jake  came deep in her cunt.  Toilet was clenching both holes as hard as she could, making sure to maximize her masters pleasure.

Finally, Dave’s cock popped out of her ass and he immediately climbed around and stuck his cock in her mouth.

“Suck it clean, swallow my juices you slut. Swallow the juices from my cock and your filthy ass.”

Toilet kept sucking and swallowing. Finally she was through with Dave and got on her knees to clean Jake’s cock. She kept thanking her Masters for honoring her with their come, honoring her body by using her for their pleasure.

Jake was getting older, and since this was his second cum of the day, it was not as strong as his first. He blamed Toilet for this and said that since he was not satisfied with her performance, she would be punished. Toilet was more upset by not satisfying Jake than by the prospect of punishment.

“Oh yes, punish me, punish me harshly, I have failed you, I deserve harsh punishment.”

Jake responded “Yes you do, and I shall give it to you. Spread your legs and grab your ankles. I will not restrain you, but if you do not hold position, I will throw you out of the program.”

That was a threat that terrified Toilet.  She was going to maintain her position as long as she lived until given orders otherwise. Jake grabbed a cruel whip, made of heavy leather, five tails, each knotted . He took this whip and brought it up cruelly between Toilet’s legs onto her cunt.

“Count each one you worthless Toilet.”

“One, thank you master, may I please have another, two, thank you master, may I please have another. ………Ten, thank you Master, may I please have another.” Toilet hoped that might be the end but then came “Eleven, thank you Master, may I please have another. Twenty, thank you Master, may I please have another”. Toilet’s cunt lips were cut and bleeding.” Twentyone, thank you Master may I please have another. Finally Jake reached twentyfive and said that is enough.

“What I want you to do now is to play with yourself. When you feel that you must come, you will beg permission. Perhaps I will be inclined to be merciful.”

Toilet reached her fingers down between her legs and delicately touched her torn cunt lips. She had been through severe training and Master had thought that she was almost ready for auction, but Jake had caused her great pain and had damaged the merchandise. As Master looked at Toilet, he realized that it would take almost a month before she would heal. While Toilet wanted to gently play with her cunt, Jake kept insisting that she go all out.

“Finger fuck yourself. Hard and fast. All the way”

Toilet, despite her great pain, followed instructions and despite the pain, and the blood, rapidly found herself reaching her climax. Her training had been such that even great pain was still a sexual stimulant. She was shaking and trembling with the urge to climax and begged Master Jake for permission.

“I beg you Master, please take pleasure in watching this unworthy slave come, and forgive Toilet for not satisfying you with her filthy cunt.”

“Very well, you may come.”

That was all Toilet needed to hear as she exploded in a frenzy. All the pain of her punishments were transformed into the greatest of pleasures as her body exploded with pleasure. She shook and twisted in pleasure as she called out loudly. “Thank you, Master, Thank you Master, Thank you, Master for permitting this Toilet such great pleasure.”

Dave let Toilet recuperate for a few minutes, then he went to a closet and pulled out a strange looking device. It was a small dildo, five inches and narrow, that was attached by wires to a rectangular box that had 10 small multicolored lights coming out of one side. He had Toilet assume the kneel position and inserted the small dildo in her ass. Immediately the first 8 bulbs on the box lit up.

“Now squeeze your ass muscles on the dildo.”

As Toilet squeezed with her ass the 9^th bulb lit up and the 10^th bulb flickered on and off. The Dave took the dildo out of her ass and placed it in her cunt. Only 4 bulbs lit up and when she was told to squeeze her cunt muscles, 6 bulbs were the most she could light.

“This device measures the pressure you can bring to squeeze a cock. Your ass is tight and can squeeze at 95%, more than adequate. Your cunt has been stretched and you have not kept exercising your cunt muscles to keep them tight. That is why you did not satisfy Master Jake. You will exercise with this pressure meter whenever you are not being used. You will be punished until you can get 9 bulbs lit with your cunt muscles. You will start working immediately. You will keep squeezing with your cunt until a Master directs you otherwise.”

Toilet was left on her knees, with her knees spread wide, her ass in the air, her lips on the ground. She had the small dildo in her cunt, and though she was wracked with pain from her many punishments, and though her cunt lips were bleeding from the whipping, her mind was fixated on squeezing the dildo with her cunt muscles so as to light up all 10 lights. She wanted to tighten her cunt muscles so that she would give her masters more pleasure when they honored her by fucking her in her cunt.

Dave checked the charts to see what had been done to Zero. Although to the slave it would seem that life was random, that food, drink and torture came at random, the opposite was true. Everything that was done to the slave, especially at the early stages of training was done for a reason. Yes, the slave may be given the exact same meal three or four sessions in a row and then not given any food or drink at all for two or three sessions, but this was done deliberately, to keep the slave off balance, to rob her of any psychological anchor. She was being taught that her only reality was serving her masters with complete religious devotion, as if her masters were gods.

Although gods could be cruel, they were powerful. They must be obeyed. More than mere obedience was required. What was demanded was the complete subjugation of the slaves will to the will of the gods. After all, the gods kept the slave alive. They gave her food and drink. They allowed her to piss and shit. They kept her clean. And occasionally they allowed her to experience the most marvelous pleasure, to cum. It was only by serving them with total devotion that the slave could hope for such a great reward.

So Dave studied the chart to see what Zero had been fed and what she was given to drink as she was put in her cage. He noted that Zero had been given a filling meal of soup, steak and fries as a reward for her performance at the party. He planned to begin training Zero in using her ass to pleasure a cock and he wanted to make sure that she was well rested. He therefore noted on the chart that she should not be used by his assistants until further notice. He also noted that she should be given food and drink and allowed to piss in about 10 hours. Outside of that, he would leave her to her own thoughts until he was ready to use her. The time alone should let her recuperate and may serve to again remind her that she was under the complete control of the Masters.

He made the appropriate notations on her chart, so his assistants would not interfere with his plans. Meanwhile he made a note to his assistants that all the slaves should be tested with the pressure meter. He realized that he and his assistants all had larger than average cocks, although none were truly monsters. They had placed an emphasis on training the slaves to handle big cocks. They had stretched their cunts and asses with larger than life dildos. Now he realized that some of the owners might be smaller than average. Jake was the most experienced of the Masters, as he was the oldest and had been involved with every slave, in every facility. The purchasing owner would not be as experienced and jaded as Jake. But there was no reason not to train the slaves to please the small cock as well as the big.

Was there anything else that he was missing? What made Dave a great trainer is he was never satisfied. Of course he enjoyed his work. He loved whipping and torturing his slaves, breaking their spirits quickly and thoroughly. He loved fucking the new meat, training them to give satisfaction, humbling them, making them beg to please him. But he never forgot that he was hired to do a job, to train the slaves, and he was not there merely to enjoy himself. When he wanted merely to please himself, he had Shiteater, his own personal slave. When he was training slaves for the group he had a job to do and he never let himself forget it. He was constantly thinking of how to improve the training program, and now he would be in charge of training at all the groups facilities.

Dave looked over at Toilet who was concentrating on squeezing her cunt muscles. She had been at work for almost an hour, and cunt muscles, like all other muscles, needed down time to gain strength. Toilet was a bloody mess and he had a difficult decision to make. Toilet was the slave who had been there longest and the Masters had talked about putting her up for auction. Although there were advantages to letting her continue her exercise, Dave decided that he would order her to rest until further orders. Slaves with seniority were given latitude in choosing exercises when they were not being used, but Dave felt Toilet must be ordered to bed and put a notation on her chart that she was not to be used for at least 12 hours. Toilet would be hungry and thirsty by then, and might even have a full bladder, but those were punishments that she could easily tolerate, even in her battered condition. Twelve hours would make her worry about possibly being abandoned, a fear that will further her desire to please.

Having updated his charts, Dave took Shiteater and went to his room. Zero would wait till tomorrow.

Chapter 8

The Virgin Ass

Dave was away for three days. He went with Jake to look at the other training sites and to begin the process of obtaining a full time Mistress to begin training male slaves, to be used as toys by the daughters of the group members. Jake told Dave that with the growing power of women in the economy, the group was considering adding female members when the project was underway. Since membership in the group was quite expensive, this project could prove to be very profitable.

Dave suggested that in addition to a Mistress to train the male slaves, a second Mistress be hired to be involved in training the female slaves as well. What better way of demonstrating the slaves complete worthlessness than to have to obey and serve not only a male Master, but a Mistress as well. Jake said that sounded like a great idea, and they would bring it up when they met with the group’s executive committee.

Before Dave went back to work, he spent a day with Shiteater at his Trump Tower apartment in NYC. At night they went to New York’s finest B&D club, where he demonstrated Shiteater’s training in obedience and in ability to take pain. After giving her a severe barehanded spanking that turned her ass-cheeks bright red, he called for a volunteer from the audience to let Shiteater demonstrate her cock sucking skills. He picked the volunteer with the biggest cock and told Shiteater that she would have her ass paddled until she swallowed all the cum. With that Shiteater got on her knees and started sucking cock for dear life as Dave paddled her already red ass with his favorite paddle, a ping pong paddle, made of oak, with rough sandpaper glued to each side. Dave paddled Shiteater’s ass till it was a bloody mess, the sandpaper on one side was torn and he switched to the second side. Finally the volunteer grabbed Shiteater’s head and pulled it tightly to him, so that her lips were buried in his pubic hair. His cock was so deep in Shiteater’s throat that she had to use the circus technique of a sword swallower to get it down her throat. The volunteer came in great spurts, as Shiteater, despite her extensive training, struggled to swallow every drop before any could escape. Finally, having accomplished her task to the great satisfaction of the volunteer, who had feared for the safety of his cock, Dave stopped his paddling. Shiteater turned to the volunteer and said “I pray that my lips, my tongue and my throat have been pleasing to you.” Then she turned to Dave and said, “Master I pray that my pain has brought you pleasure and that my efforts have not embarrassed you. I beg you, if you would be so kind, to punish me for sucking the cock of another man.”

Dave responded, “It is always my pleasure to punish you. Spread your legs and grab your ankles.”

When Shiteater obeyed Dave took a thin, whippy cane and gave her 10 hard strokes on her pussy lips. He then took a wire and tied it tightly around her waist and pulled it as tight as he could through her cunt while she was standing straight. He then ordered her to touch her toes 100 times, each time causing further agony as the wire cut into her delicate, already bloody flesh.

As Shiteater was painfully demonstrating her obedience, Dave mingled with the crowd. He passed the word that he might have lucrative employment for a highly qualified Mistress. He left a phone number where he would get messages, and accepted congratulations for his well trained slave. When Shiteater completed her exercise she was ordered to remain in the kneel position for the rest of the evening. Shiteater remained, knees spread, bloody ass held high, lips on the floor, for another hour, till Dave decided that it was time to go home. At that time, he cut the wire around her waist and cunt, but just as Shiteater was beginning to feel some relief, he washed her bloody ass with saltwater, causing further excruciating pain. Before putting on her coat, he stuck a vibrator up her cunt, reminding her that she was not permitted to cum. He had been too easy on her lately, Dave told himself. It was fun to remind her, once in a while, that her only satisfaction was to come from pleasing him.

When Dave got back, he checked on Zero.  She had been fed a steady diet of cock, and had progressed to show a certain degree of skill, in addition to raw enthusiasm. She had been permitted to piss at irregular intervals, but had not been permitted to shit and she was now, in fact, in pain as her bowels were quite full. It was time to start to train her ass.

Zero was released and commanded to kneel. She was now given a large enema, three quarts, half again as large as the two quarts she was given before the party. The water was hot, not boiling, but hot enough that it burnt Zero’s delicate anus. Zero was in agony from the first drop of water, but after each quart, she thanked her Master, through her tears, and begged for another quart. Finally, after the third quart, Master felt that she truly could not contain any more water and inserted a butt plug. Zero was commanded to rise and Master saw that her stomach was truly stretched from the water that had filled her bowels.

“I want to make sure that the enema does a thorough job of cleaning your filthy ass. I want you to do fifty jumping jacks and then touch your toes fifty times. Begin counting.”

At this time, all Zero wanted to do was to shit. All she could think about was the pain in her ass from the hot water that had filled her so thoroughly. Never the less, the Masters command must be obeyed and Zero started to slowly do the jumping jacks that Master had commanded. “One, two, three..” she began slowly, when Master interrupted her with a slash of his whip on her bottom.

“No, that is much too slow. Jumping Jacks must be done quickly, and touching toes as well. I will not permit you to shit till I have seen you do these exercises to my satisfaction. Now begin again, and remember, quickly and vigorously.”

Again Zero began the normally simple task of basic jumping jacks. But what is normally simple is almost impossible when your ass is filled with three quarts of hot water. As Zero started to jump and count she felt that she might explode. Even though the butt plug was designed to stay in the ass unless removed by hand, she felt in danger of having it explode out of her ass due to the pressure of three quarts of water moving quickly and rapidly, circulating through her ass and causing her tremendous cramping and pressure. As soon as she reached fifty, she immediately started her toe touching.

When she finished her body was completely drained. She was drenched in sweat, she was shivering, her ass was clamping. She collapsed on her knees and kissed Master’s feet, thanking him for giving her such an extraordinary enema, for caring so about her ass, for permitting her to exercise so strenuously, for training her so well. Finally Master asked her one question. “Who owns your ass?” Zero replied quickly, “My ass belongs to you. It is yours to use at your pleasure.”

Master had one more card to play before he would finally permit Zero to release her shit. “You may remove the butt plug, but you are not permitted to shit until I command you. Since you have just agreed that your ass belongs to me, disobedience will be punished most harshly.”

Zero removed the butt plug and stayed on her knees. Her entire mind, her entire world, consisted of her efforts to keep her ass clenched against the pressure of the enema. Imagine having a bad case of diarrhea and being no where near a bathroom. Then multiply that agony a hundred times and you might get some small idea of Zero’s agony. Her face reflected her pain. Tears were flowing down her cheeks. Finally Master had mercy and told her to sit on her bucket.

“What have you learnt from this, Zero?”

“I understand that you are my Master and that you control my body and my soul, I must thank you for every privilege you permit me, most of all, for the privilege of being allowed to serve you, to try to please you with my pain.”

“ Very well, Zero, you may Shit.”

With that, the shit exploded out of Zero’s ass.  Water, and shit, poured into the bucket in torrents. Zero never felt as empty as she did when she finally finished her shit. The bucket was filled with the water and the shit, and she knew that some of the shit had splashed up and stuck to her thighs. She was weak and dizzy from the enema, but Master had her stand up and quickly cleaned her with a high pressure cold water hose. As he ran the hose all over her, Master cleaned off the shit from her thighs and asshole and washed away the sweat that was all over her. Finally, when she was clean he took a rough towel and quickly and harshly dried her off.

“I am going to punish your ass. You will count as you have been trained, and you will thank me for punishing you. You will beg me to fuck you in the ass. Now get over my knees and prepare to be spanked.” Master began to spank Zero’s soft, round ass.

“One, may I please have another, two, may pleas have another…. each slap was hard, and Zero’s ass quickly turned pink. Finally she reached “20, May I please have another?”

Master responded “Now it is time for the paddle.” He had a long session prepared, so he used a plain oak paddle, without the sandpaper he generally used to tear an ass apart. He would bloody her ass in other ways.

“One, may I please have another..two, may I please have another, three, may I please have     another?” When she reached twenty, her entire ass had turned bright red.

“Thank you Master, for using my ass, to give me pain for your pleasure. I hope my pain pleases you, and I beg you to honor me by fucking me in the ass.”

Master replied “Zero, I have only barely begun to give you pain. I started with the pain of a child, then moved to the pain of a naughty girl. Next we will cane you as I would cane a disobedient school girl. Finally I shall have you whipped like the slave that you are.”

With that Master had Zero tied over a whipping horse. Her legs were wide apart, her waist was bent over the top of the horse, her arms were wide apart and she was looking backward as Master approached her with a thin whippy cane. Master was determined to use the thin cane to draw blood as he struck hard across the center of the beautiful red globes. Zero’s ass was so sensitive from her previous beatings that merely running a finger over it was enough to cause agony, the cane caused Zero to scream long and loud. Master paused briefly to look at the effects of his blow. As he drew back for his second blow Zero quickly regained control and quickly said “Thank you Master, may I please have another?”

“You must remember to count, Zero. If I strike a blow, before you have counted the previous one, we will start again from one.” Zero knew that whatever her pain, she must control herself enough to keep up with Masters cane. Besides the fear of additional blows she did not want to displease her Master. She wanted her Master to be pleased with her. What else did she have?

Master kept up his harsh blows to the accompaniment of Zeros screams and count. He

laid the cane accurately across her entire ass, from top to bottom, raising welts across the entire ass. Finally, the last four blows broke skin and Zeros ass began to bleed. Master paused to enjoy the view of Zero’s blood as Zero continued to count through her pain.

Master paused briefly after twenty with the cane. He wanted Zero to regain some of her strength so that she would be better prepared to appreciate the agony she was about to endure. Master took out his cat. Hand made of heavy kangaroo leather, each tail was knotted . The knots would slash unto her already battered and bloody ass and tear it into a bloody pulp. This was almost the final step before Zero would be granted the honor of having her ass fucked for the first time. So Master waited five minutes while Zero was able to stop her tears. Without the use of her hands, she could do nothing about her spittle or the mucous that was running down her face, but she was breathing normally when Master told her “Now you will be whipped with a cat like the slave that you are.”

With that he began to whip Zero’s ass. Each blow, coming on top of the already brutal punishment, was agony. Each blow caused Zero to scream. Each blow drew blood. Zero struggled to maintain her ritual of count, thank you, may I please have another. By now, the blood was dripping from Zero’s ass, and as her head hung down she could see the increasing drip of her blood. As the count increased, the blood  increased, till it was no longer a drip but a flow of blood coming from all over her ass.

Finally, Zero reached twenty. “What have you learned?”,  asked Master. Zero stopped to think. What had she learned from this agony?

“I learned that I am here only to give you pleasure. My pain is a means of giving you pleasure. I wish to please you and will willingly endure all pain so as to please you. I thank you for using my pain and my ass for your pleasure, and I beg you to make further use of my ass, by fucking  me in my ass. I am here to please you and I beg for you to take your pleasure by fucking my ass.”

“Very well, Zero, I will honor you by fucking you in the ass. But first, I must wash the blood off.” With that Master took a bucket of water and threw it over Zero’s bloody ass. All of a sudden, Zero’s ass shook violently as she screamed once again. The water was salty, saltier than the ocean. As the salt mixed with the blood Zero felt more and more pain.

As the pain was at its most intense, Master grabbed Zero’s ass cheeks and separated them. He brought his cockhead to her anus and quickly inserted it through her tight, virginal asshole. He then proceeded to fuck her hard, plunging deep into her tight back door.

Zero was taken beyond pain. Until recently, she had never dreamed of being fucked in her ass, never thought that anyone would do such a filthy thing. Now her Master had spent his time torturing her ass and now was using it for his pleasure. Her Master was fucking her ass!! Through all the agony of her previous beatings, through the blood and scars left by the cane and the cat, through the pain of the saltwater washing away the blood, she could feel her Masters cock ripping through her ass, reaching deep within her. She was thankful now for the deep enema Master had given her. She would hate to soil Masters cock with her filthy shit.

“Thank you, Master. Thank you for fucking my ass. Thank you for using me for your pleasure. Thank you for preparing my ass to receive your majestic cock. Thank you for cleaning my ass with the enema so that the would be none of my filthy shit to soil your beautiful and majestic cock. Thank you for fucking me hard. Thank you for using me for your pleasure.”

Master continued to fuck Zero as she was tied on the whipping horse. He found her virgin ass tight and delightful. He continued to slap her ass as he fucked her, using the involuntary contractions of her ass to further his pleasure. He continued to fuck her hard and deep. He enjoyed listening to Zero moan her thanks, and he truly enjoyed the tightness of her ass. It was still warm from the enema. Her moans, her thank you’s, the clenching of her ass as she was spanked truly made this a top notch experience for him. “My god, she is some fuck. The Master who buys her will get his moneys worth no matter what she goes for at auction” he thought as he kept plunging toward his climax.

Finally he came, long, hard and copiously. He filled her ass with his come. Finally, all spent, he pulled out. He released Zero from the horse and as he sat down he commanded Zero to use her tongue to clean his cock and balls. Zero immediately got to her knees and proceeded to bath his cock and balls with her lips, her tongue and finally her mouth. She sucked and swallowed all the come from his cock and licked through his pubic hair to make sure it was entirely clean. Finally, he was satisfied and had her stop. She breathlessly thanked him for taking her virgin asshole, for using her for his pleasure, for honoring her with his cum.

Master had one more command for Zero. “My cum is precious and must not go to waste. You will insert two fingers into your ass and scoop out all my cum. You will then lick my cum from your fingers and swallow it.”

Master watched as Zero took two fingers and pushed them up her asshole. The fingers fit easily as his cock had just stretched her tight ass, and it would be a while before the hole tightened up again. Zero felt so stretched that she didn’t think that her ass would ever recover. She scooped up Master’s cum and licked it greedily from her fingers. Again and again, she stuck her fingers up her ass and licked up Master’s precious cum. As she had her fingers in her ass, she kept thanking Master for fucking her asshole, for honoring her by taking his pleasure in her ass, by allowing her to savor the sweet nectar of his precious cum. Finally, her ass was dry. She had swallowed every drop of cum from her ass. Master was pleased with Zero. It was time for her to be allowed to rest.

Chapter 9

Black and White

Dave was notified when Zero woke up and immediately went to her cell. He allowed her to piss and listened with great pleasure as she recited her prayer of thanks for the privilege of pissing.

“I thank Master for showing me how he owns my body, for showing me how your control is in every aspect of my body. Without your permission I dare not piss or shit. I thank you my Master for in your kindness and mercy you granted me permission to piss. My body is yours, and as I attempt to worship you and give you pleasure my mind will not be distracted by my physical needs. I can devote my thoughts solely towards pleasing you.”

“I am pleased with your progress, Zero, and I am going to grant you new privileges.” With that, Master put the leash and collar around Zero’s neck and took her to a new room. “This will be your home for the rest of your training.”

Zero looked around and saw a large room with a real bed in the center. True, the bed was designed with various restraints and attachments, but it was a real bed and looked delightfully comfortable. Surrounding the bed were a variety of exercise devices, from a treadmill for walking and running to devices for exercising her abdominal muscles and increasing her flexibility.

There was a computer opposite the bed and next to her bed was a small night table. With Masters approval, she opened it and saw running shoes and athletic socks.

Master explained “You have earned the privilege of being allowed to take care of our property, your body. You will chose various exercises on the machines that we have provided, and when you exercise you will protect our property, your feet, by wearing the socks and sneakers. You will also be responsible for our properties cleanliness.” With that he pointed to a large glass cylinder in a corner of the room.  Zero looked to Master, and, with his approval, walked to the cylinder and found a button that opened the cylinder.

“This is your special shower. We want our property to be kept clean at all times.  At the same time, our property must remember that she is property and so, is forbidden to touch herself without permission. We therefore designed this special shower. Get in.”

Zero entered and noticed that there were two metal slots at the bottom of the shower and, if she kept her feet widely separated, she could insert one foot in each slot. There were two rings hanging from the top of the cylinder and Zero was able to stretch her arms so she could grasp one with each hand. The cylinder started to close and Master instructed her not to move until the door opened again.

As soon as the cylinder closed, Zero felt herself surrounded by water. Showerheads focused water from the top, on her head, from the bottom, between her legs and on her cunt and ass, and all around her body, front and back. Every few seconds, the temperature of the water changed, from boiling hot, to icy cold to the comfortable middle. She felt soap in the water that was surrounding her body, and then the water turned clear. Her hair was subject to pulsating streams of what she realized must be shampoos and conditioners and then again, to clear rinse water. The shower continued to cycle between hot and cold and between soap and rinse. Zero lost track of the number of cycles. She could not get comfortable, due to the frequent changes in temperature. She used to love to take long leisurely showers, she would rub her hands over her entire body, enjoying the feeling. Those days were far behind her. She was careful to keep her feet and hands where they belonged. Finally, the water stopped and Zero felt hot air blowing all around her, drying her body, and especially, her hair. At last she was dry and the cylinder opened.

She got out of the cylinder and fell to her knees in front of Master. “Thank you Master for providing your worthless Zero with such a wonderful device, to allow me to keep my body clean for my owners without touching myself so I am constantly reminded of the first rule. My body belongs to my masters. I am truly nothing, merely an instrument to give pleasure for my masters. This wonderful shower reminds me of this. Thank you.”

Master replied “You will have noticed the computer opposite your bed. This serves three purposes. One: your Masters may choose to give you orders via the computer, whether over the speakers, or on the screen. You will obey such orders instantaneously. When an order comes through on the screen the computer will beep. You will immediately stop what you are doing and look at the screen and obey. Second: You may use the computer to beg for permission to piss or shit, or other needs such as food or water. It is not expected that you use this privilege frivolously but it is available if it is needed. You will be left at times to your own devices and the Masters may not be around to care for you at all times. Third: You will use the computer to compose prayers to your Masters, to be recited at various times and for different privileges. Prayers of requests and prayers of thanks. You will compose these prayers when you are unable to exercise, and not ready to sleep.  Finally, you see your bucket against the wall. Above the bucket is a sink, which you will use to clean your socks and your bucket. You will keep your room and yourself clean at all times. You will find a small mirror and a razor, which you will use to keep yourself hairless below the neck. You are being given the privilege and responsibility of caring for yourself and choosing your own activities. You will remember that this is a privilege and take care to keep your master’s property fit and clean.”

Master pulled out two nipple clamps, and attached them to Zero’s tits. He then pulled out two pound weights and attached one to each clamp. Zero felt the agony of the pressure on her beautiful tits. Master then took out an Allen wrench and used it to tighten the clamps to the maximum.  Zero was in tears. “You will keep these on till given other orders. It will give you a constant reminder of your status.”

“Thank you Master for taking such care in training this slave, Thank you for allowing me to suffer such pain, to constantly remember that I am a slave.”

With that Dave left Zero to her own devices as he took Shiteater and left for San Francisco, where he had an appointment with potential Mistresses for the group.

The trip to San Francisco was uneventful. Dave had Shiteater wear a vibrator and she was forbidden to cum, so she was very much on edge when they reached their Hotel.  At the Hotel, Shiteater stripped, and wearing only shoes and a light coat, followed Master as he proceeded to the home of the Mistresses.

After knocking on the door, it was opened by a naked man. Dave first noticed that his mouth was gagged and, extending from the gag, was a coat hook. As he entered and looked further, he saw that his body was completely shaved, and the man was standing with his feet wide apart. He noticed that the man’s balls were bound in a leather pouch, which was pulled down by four lead weights hanging down and stretching the sack.

“Yes, it is quite painful, but coatrack loves it, don’t you?” The man with the coat hook coming out of his mouth nodded as the beautiful Mistress spoke from her bed. Dave looked into the room and saw two Mistresses.

“Welcome, Dave. We hear you are looking for Mistresses for a special job. We are the best in the business. I’m Mistress White and over there is Mistress Black.”

Dave looked around and saw the two Mistresses. Mistress White was incredibly beautiful. She was Blonde, about 5 foot 7,long legs, and wearing a white leather corset, that shaped and emphasized her large, beautiful breasts. 38 C Dave estimated. Perfection. He noticed that she was sitting on a slave, her ass over his nose and her cunt on his mouth. She was holding a small dog whip in one hand and a drummers stick in the other.

“I am teaching him self control. Limp Dicky, here, is to please me, but is forbidden to get an erection. I use the dog whip to encourage his tongue to work faster and go deeper, (she punctuated her speech with a slash of the whip across his shaved cock) while I use the drummers stick if his cock should ever disobey my orders and get hard. Meanwhile he breathes in the delightful aroma of my ass, and I am sure to occasionally fart to add to his enjoyment. Meanwhile, please excuse me for a minute.”

With that, Mistress White started to slash Limp Dicky’s with her dog whip as her breathing got faster and she started to bounce up and down on Limp Dicky’s face. Very soon she reached her first climax, but rather than stop, she demanded that Limp Dicky continue his oral attentions.

Dave looked over at Mistress Black. The contrast could not have been greater. Mistress Black was a very dark Negro, short and very heavy. Dave estimated about 5 foot 2, 225 pounds. She was wearing a black corset that barely contained her large tits. There was a slave fucking her.

“This is Little Dicky. He has a problem with premature ejaculation. He has to bring me to three orgasms without coming himself. After that, I may be generous and let him cum, or I might send him away with a severe case of blue balls. I notice that your slave is with you. Would you mind if I borrow her for a few minutes?” Mistress Black spoke slowly, with a pronounced Southern drawl.

“Shiteater, follow Mistress Black’s instructions, but first hang up our coats on the coatrack.” Shiteater helped Master Dave off with his coat and hung it on the hanger on  coatrack. Then she stripped off her coat and hung it directly on the hook in coatrack’s mouth. She then crawled on her knees to Mistress Black.

“What I want you to do is to lick Little Dicky’s ass and balls as he is fucking me. He is not allowed to cum, so I want you to give him a challenge. Perhaps, if he’s good, I might let him cum after he is finished with me.”

Shiteater immediately climbed behind Little Dicky and started breathing on his ass, licking his ass and balls, as he was fucking Mistress Black. She could sense his balls tighten as he got harder and harder. He was moving faster and faster as he fucked Mistress Black, who herself began breathing hard.

Master Dave looked around at the two Mistresses, each being serviced by their slaves, each reaching a climax. Then he noticed another slave crawling on his knees. His mouth was gagged and inserted in the gag was a feather duster, which he was using to dust the floor. But the most diabolical thing was the way his balls were restrained. They were pulled back between his legs and fastened by two semi-circular bands to the back of the slaves thighs. If the slave would attempt to get up, his balls would be torn off.

“You’ve noticed my featherduster. Featherduster and coatrack are our permanent slaves. We call them Thing one and Thing two.”

Mistress Black had finished her first orgasm, and although Little Dicky was still fucking her hard and Shiteater was still working on his ass and balls, Mistress Black was winding down. She was determined to stretch her orgasms so that Little Dicky would have to control himself.

“We work as a team. Mistress White is gorgeous, and the Slaves worship her. They are not allowed to even think about penetrating her, and are honored to be allowed to serve her with their tongue. Me, I’m fat, and they think I’m stupid. I let them think that, because it is more humiliating to them. To be totally controlled by a fat, black dummy. I’ll fart in their faces, piss in their mouths, make them lick my ass after I’ve taken a shit. My slaves are made to endure pain and humiliation. That is my pleasure, and their purpose is to give me pleasure.”

“So how would you feel about working with female slaves?” Dave asked. “We are starting a new division that will train male slaves, but we would like to get you started helping to complete the training on our female slaves.”

With that Dave went to the computer and logged on to a special website. It was protected with a password that changed after every use, so that even if the keyboard would remember each stroke, the duplication of the strokes would only trigger an alarm, not open the website. However Dave’s login opened the site and the computer focused in on Zero, as she was lying on her bed, legs widely separated in the on the back position, while she was playing with her cunt. Her tits still had the clamps and weights attached and were swollen.

“About 48 hours ago, I tortured her ass and took her anal virginity. Although she has been given water to drink, she has not been fed, nor has she been given permission to piss. She has been ordered to play with herself, but not given permission to come. In this phase, we train the slaves to obey, without our physical presence. She has been playing with her cunt for the past 3 hours and has been at the edge of coming for the past hour. She also has not been allowed to piss for the past 24 hours. This is where we get into the slaves head.”

Dave continued to type on the keyboard and a metallic voice was heard from Zero’s room

telling Zero that she was being given permission to beg for  one of two things. She may beg for permission to piss or for permission to cum. She would have choose for herself.

The metallic voice was the only thing that she had heard since Master had moved her into her new room. She did not like it. It was one thing to obey a Master’s orders when a Master was giving them. It was another thing to hear a metallic voice from her computer and be forced to obey. And she was forced. She was trained enough to realize that failure to obey would be punished harshly, so she did obey, but this was a new phase that made her feel more humiliated than she had at any point in her previous training.

Now she was offered a choice and she must make it quickly. She had been playing with herself and was on the edge of coming. She had been holding back her cum for the past hour and was shivering and sweating in anticipation. At the same time she had not been allowed to piss and knew that as much as she wanted to cum, she needed to piss. She might not be allowed to piss for hours, or even days, if she did not take the chance to do it now. If she pissed without permission, not only would she be punished most severely, but, more important, she would displease her Master and she only wanted to please her Master. That was the most important thing in her world, indeed, the only important thing in her world.

“Please, Master, I humbly beg permission to piss, to relieve the pressure that I feel. I know that my only purpose in life is to please my Masters, and I am unable to concentrate on pleasing my Masters because of the pressure on my bladder. I beg you to allow me the privilege of pissing so that my mind can concentrate on pleasing you without being distracted by my body.”

Dave continued to type and the metallic voice was heard from Zero’s room. “You may piss into your bucket, then you will pour the contents carefully into your water bowl. You will lap up your piss, licking up every drop, and continue to refill your water bowl until your bucket is empty.”

All eyes focused on the computer screen, as Zero hurried to obey the voice. They watched as she squatted over her bucket and pissed, long and hard. They saw the look of relief on her face as she gratefully thanked her Master. “Thank you Master for allowing me to piss for your pleasure. I am your slave, and as your slave, I have no thoughts except my desire to please you. I know that I can do nothing without your permission. Everything, even the simplest needs of my body, such as food and drink, or pissing and shitting, are only done with your permission and for your pleasure. I pray that my pissing has brought you pleasure and I thank you for allowing me this privilege.”

She immediately got her water bowl and poured her piss from the bucket carefully into the water bowl. She the lay flat on her stomach and lapped up her piss. She did not like the taste. It was harsh and smelled. She was totally humiliated. She was careful to allow none of these feelings to show on her face. She finished lapping up the piss in the bowl and tried to shape her face into a smile of pleasure and not show the disgust that she felt.

“Thank you Master for allowing me to please you. Thank you for training me to please you with everything that I do, even with the drinking of my own piss. You are training me so well to keep your pleasure at the center of my thoughts always and I am grateful to you and thank you for your constant attention.” With that she refilled the bowl and again continued lapping up her piss.

Meanwhile both Mistresses were reaching their second climax. Mistress White was slashing Limp Dicky with her Dog Whip as she bounced on his face, using his tongue to fuck her pussy, bouncing her ass against his nose. Mistress Black was breathing hard as Little Dicky was pumping as hard as he could, trying to bring his Mistress to a climax, so that he might be allowed to come himself. Mistress Black told Shiteater “ He does not deserve the privilege of coming. I want you to force him to cum against my orders, so that I can punish him as he deserves.” With that, Shiteater used the very tip of her tongue to gently lick that delicate area between the slaves ball and his ass. In five seconds Little Dicky reached the point of no return. A gentle breath in his ass and he began to cum. Mistress Black immediately pushed him away as he shot his cum all over the bed. “Lick it up, you filthy piece of shit. I did not give you permission to cum.”  Mistress Black started to slash his back as hard as she could as Little Dicky was licking up his cum from the bed. As he was pushed away and whipped, his erection failed and his cock stopped spasming. What was going to be a long and hard ejaculation was transformed into a quick weak spurt, leaving Little Dicky unfulfilled and unsatisfied. As Mistress Black continued her whipping of Little Dicky, she realized that Little Dicky’s failure had left her unsatisfied. She called on Shiteater to satisfy her with her tongue. It did not take Shiteater long to bring Mistress Black to a hard and satisfying climax.

Meanwhile, as Limp Dicky brought Mistress White to the peak of pleasure, his own cock began to show signs of life. It began to grow big and hard. Mistress White would not allow that to go unpunished. Immediately after her marvelous orgasm, she started to punish Limp Dickey. “How dare you become erect in my presence? Don’t you realize you are here for my pleasure, not for your own? Do you think that I am your whore, that you can think of me as an object of your filthy, perverted lust? Such disrespect must be punished.”  With that Mistress White grasped Limp Dicky’s balls in her hand and squeezed. Limp Dicky screamed and tears flowed from his eyes as Mistress White continued to squeeze hard.  He dared not move, and stayed completely still as his Mistress continued to squeeze. Finally, she released his balls, only to continue his torture and humiliation by punching him in the solar plexus, knocking him helplessly to his knees.          “You are a worthless piece of shit, not fit to be in my presence. Stay on your knees outside my door, and hope that I feel merciful and send out your clothing, otherwise you will have to go home naked.”  Little Dicky crawled as rapidly as he could to the door and continued to cry as he kneeled outside, not daring to open his mouth, either to apologize, or to ask for mercy. He knew that his only chance of getting his clothing was complete obedience to his Mistress.

“You are exactly what we are looking for. We have been training female slave for male Masters, and we are the best. Now our owners are asking for finely trained male slaves that can satisfy all their daughters needs, safely and discretely. I’ve had you checked out before I came of course, but there is nothing like seeing these with your own eyes.”

“Why, thank you kindly,” said Mistress White, in an exaggerated  Scarlet O’Hara accent. “Your reputation as Shiteater’s owner and trainer precedes you, as well, which is why we are willing to listen to your proposition.”

“I can’t tell you too much, because of security. The group is absolutely top secret, consisting of some of the wealthiest men in the world. You will have a generous salary, complete safety, live in luxury, and be generously compensated. In addition, you will be living in a world which respects your skills and where you will be a valued member of our community, rather than hiding who you are and living on the outskirts of society. So, are you interested?”

“Sounds good. When do we start?”

“I have a private Jet waiting for us at the airport. You can take Thing one and Thing Two, any way you want, along, of course, with any other toys that you want. The advantage of private jets is that we don’t have to go through security.”

Mistress Black had whipped Little Dickey’s ass till it was bloody. She finally stopped and told him to take his clothing, along with Limp Dickey’s, and crawl out the door. They could both get dressed outside and leave. Meanwhile Thing One and Thing Two were both freed of their restraints, so they could, under their mistresses instructions, pack up the Mistresses clothing and equipment. They were leaving San Francisco and starting a new life.

Chapter 10

Zero Gets a Mistress

Zero woke with a start. She had been put to bed in light restraint. She was spread eagled on the bed, her bindings firm but not tight or extreme. She was relatively comfortable and was sleeping soundly.  All of a sudden she felt one hand over her mouth and another hand squeezing her nose. She could not breath! She quickly opened her eyes and was shocked. She expected to see her Master or one of his assistants. Instead she saw a short, fat black lady looking down at her with a great smile on her face.

“You will thank me for permitting you to breathe. You will address me as “My Lady”, and you will quickly obey my every command. You will thank me for the privilege of allowing you to serve me and beg for instructions on how you might fulfill your purpose of giving me pleasure.” The slow drawl and big grin stuck terror in Zero’s heart. Zero was about to fall unconscious from lack of Oxygen when suddenly the hands were removed from her mouth and nose and she took in a great breath.

As soon as she took in a second breath she felt two strong fingers pinching her nipple hard. “I told you to thank me for permitting you to breath. You will obey my commands promptly, not at your convenience.”

“Thank you, My Lady for granting me the most precious gift, the gift of life itself, as you have generously granted this unworthy slit, this Zero your kind permission to breath. I am sorry to have disappointed you by not following your commands immediately. I will attempt to prove myself worthy of the privilege of serving you by obeying your every desire immediately. I recognize that my only function is to bring pleasure to you and to my Masters. I beg you, My Lady, to instruct this unworthy Zero, in how I can give you pleasure. I wait your instructions, humbly, knowing that I am unworthy to serve My Lady, and eager to obey your every command.”

Zero sobbed and panted her thanks and pledge of obedience. She was still struggling for breath. Her nipple was sore from Mistress Black’s strong grip. Finally Mistress Black released her nipple, and freed her from her restraints.

“Seeing you in pain gives me pleasure,” said Mistress Black. “You will remain in the spread eagled position without restraints.” With that she reached down to Zero’s pussy lips and gripping one in each hand, squeezed as hard as she could.

Although Mistress Black looked fat, she was really quite strong. Her grip was intimate, humiliating and painful. Zero screamed as she felt the pressure. She was in tears as she recited her thank you’s, thanking My Lady for taking her pleasure in Zero’s pain, begging her Mistress to continue to inflict pain on Zero so as to increase My Lady’s pleasure. She did not dare to move a muscle in her arms or legs, as Mistress had commanded her to maintain position.

Finally, Mistress Black released her grip on Zero’s cunt lips and issued a new command. “Using your lips, you will remove my panties.” Zero got on her knees and, as gently and delicately as possible, removed her Mistress’ panties.

“Lie down and open your mouth as wide as possible. I am going to use you as a urinal, as I piss into your mouth. Since you are not trained I shall take the trouble to control my piss, giving you the chance to swallow every mouthful of my precious piss. Later I shall train you to swallow with an open mouth, so that I might piss at my convenience. If you should spill a drop of my piss, you will be punished most severely.”

With that, Mistress Black squatted over Zero’s open mouth and began to piss. Every two seconds, Mistress would stop, wait two seconds for Zero to swallow, and then piss again, filling Zero’s mouth with her golden stream. Finally, Mistress Black lowered herself onto Zero’s mouth.

“Clean me with your tongue,” she ordered, as she sat herself on Zeros face, her ass being on Zero’s nose and her cunt on Zero’s mouth. Once again Zero could not breath. As Zero used her tongue on her Mistress’ pee hole, Mistress Black leaned forward so that Zero could draw a breath through her nose. As Zero took that most needed breath she noticed an awful smell.  Mistress Black had farted directly into Zero’s nose.

“Is not my odor delicious? Is there anything more delightful than the smell of my fart? Come, continue licking my pussy and I shall reward you with the odor of my sweet farts. Fail to please me and I will punish you by pinching you tits.”

Zero could not answer verbally, as her mouth was occupied with licking her Mistress’ pussy. She responded by using her tongue on her Mistress’ cunt as skillfully as she could, using all the techniques that she had learnt from SHITEATER, TOILET and the other slaves. Mistress Black was more demanding. She wanted things just so. She wanted just so much attention paid to her lips. She wanted just so much pressure put on her clit. She wanted her clit flicked just so and sucked just so. Each time that Zero failed to meet her Mistress’ exacting standards, Mistress Black would lower her ass onto Zero’s nose, fart into her nose and then grip Zero’s nipples and squeeze. This would force Zero to breath the fart deeply as she felt the pain in her nipples.

Zero was plunged into pain, fear and humiliation. She had reached, under her Master’s training, an acceptance of her status as slave and she lived to serve her Masters. To become the best slave that she could be. She strove to please her Masters at all times, and would willingly suffer great pains and endure humiliation and degradation so that her pain would give pleasure to her Masters. But now she was serving not a Master but a Mistress. And it must be said, a black Mistress. Although Zero had never been a bigot, she felt a special humiliation. Not only was she serving a woman, she had never thought of any lesbian relationship, but to be a slave to a black woman seemed more humiliating. In addition this particular Mistress seemed particularly cruel. She had been forced to move rapidly, deeper and deeper into pain and humiliation. Would she survive? Or would her life end as she was crushed and suffocated under her Mistress’ fat ass?

Zero felt her Mistress’ pussy getting wet and her Mistress was rocking faster and faster on her face. Finally Zero tasted her Mistress’ cum shoot into her mouth as she climaxed. She felt her mistress’  full weight come down on her face.  Zero could not breath under the massive weight. Zero thought this was the end. Finally Mistress Black leaned forward so that Zero could breath.

“Say thank you for the privilege that you have been granted.” Mistress Black said with a drawl and a large grin. Zero had really been quite good and Mistress Black was drained, but she would not let her slave know that. It would be a long time before she would give Zero any words of praise or encouragement. Right now her job was to break Zero completely. There would be nothing left of Zero except the desire to serve. She would obey all commands quickly. When Mistress Black was finished with her training Zero would be the perfect slave.

“Thank you My Lady, for the great privilege you have granted me to allow you to serve you so completely. What more can a slave ask for in life than to taste the sweet golden stream of her Mistress? And to be privileged to drink My Lady’s piss, directly, not from a container, but from it’s source, is an honor beyond my capacity to express. And then you favored me by allowing me to savor the sweet smell of your body. You allowed me to smell the scents coming from within you. I am not worthy of so great a privilege. And then you used my unworthy body to give you pleasure by inflicting pain on my tits and cunt. My pain is a slight price to pay for the great privilege of giving you pleasure and I pay it willingly and eagerly. And finally, you allowed this unworthy slit, not even a slave, to worship the essence of your womanhood. You troubled yourself to instruct this unworthy one on how to please you best. You directed every detail of my service to you so as to give you pleasure. My only purpose in existing is to give you pleasure. In the same way that a chair is here to sit on, I am here to give you pleasure and I thank you for allowing me to please you.”

Zero gave her prayer of thanks as sincerely as she could. Despite her best efforts, she found herself distracted. She hoped that her Mistress would not pick up on her distraction but it was something that could not be helped.

Zero had been deprived of any sense of time. She had not been allowed any idea of day and night, let alone of hours. This had been done to keep her disoriented and it had succeeded. The breaking down of her sense of time had contributed to her descent into willing slavery. However, there is one clock that all women have, and Zero felt it going off as if it was a giant clock striking the hour. Her period was beginning.

Mistress Black looked at Zero’s face as she was reciting her prayer of thanks. She could sense a lack of enthusiasm in her prayer and saw, in her face that her mind was not focused as it should be. She was deciding what steps to take to correct this flaw when the reason for Zero’s distraction became obvious. There was blood on the sheet between Zeros legs.

“You are soiling your Master’s property and that cannot be allowed.” Mistress Black picked up her panties and commanded Zero to spread her pussy lips wide. “Beg me to place my panties into your filthy cunthole.” Zero was stunned. This was beyond anything she ever thought about, anything she could have imagined. It went past all the mental defenses that she had erected. She had told herself constantly that she must obey all commands instantly, whatever they might be, however much pain she would suffer.

She could not accept this. She simply dissolved into tears.

“So you still think that you are a human being, with dignity and rights? You are no longer human, you have not been human since you were brought here. You are whatever we want you to be, and right now I want you to be a dog, a female dog, in other words, a bitch.”

With that, she took out a large butt plug attached to a doggie tail and pushed it up Zero’s ass. She attached a leash to her collar and pulled her on her hands and knees outside the house. She was on a soft, grassy surface, where her bloody period would leave no stain. She was placed face front in a small doghouse, and restrained so that her hands were chained to the rear wall of the dog house and her knees were attached to the front wall. Her ass and pussy were forced outside the dog house, and were raised so they were displayed prominently, and she could not move. “You are a bitch, you no longer have the gift of speech, you can only bark.”

Zero’s face was forced against the rear wall of the dog house and she could not see a thing. She was crying. She smelled an awful smell and realized that there was dog shit between her knees. It was all too much. She could not go on. Then she felt a hard strong palm spanking her still sore ass. She started to scream. “Bark, you bitch,” yelled Mistress Black angrily. “You may not scream, only humans may scream. You are a bitch and must bark.” Again and again Zero felt Mistress Black’s strong hard palm beating against her poor ass. She kept screaming, She could not gain control. Mistress Black kept up her harsh rapid attack, not giving Zero time to collect herself. Thirty, forty, fifty harsh smacks as hard and as quickly as possible. Mistress Black herself lost count. Finally Mistress Black paused to switch to a short, five stranded flogger. Zero took the opportunity to quickly gain control of herself. Her ass was in terrible agony. She was able to stop her screaming and start to bark.

“That’s a good bitch, louder, wag your tail,” Mistress Black commanded the helpless Zero as she used the whip on her inner thighs and pussy. Zero had regained command over herself and was determined to serve her new Mistress to the best of her ability. If her Mistress wanted a bitch, then a bitch she would be. She continued to bark and wiggled her ass as well as she could. After 10 lashes on her thighs and cunt, Mistress Black decided that her point had been made. She too, realized the value of this slave, and despite her threats and Zero’s fears, was not going to put Zero in any danger of her life.

“I am going to leave you here to learn what it means to be a bitch. However, before I go, I am going to change your tail.” With that she removed the large Butt plug tail and replaced it with one that was longer but thinner. It also was coated with Ben Gay. As it penetrated and filled Zero’s ass, the lineament began to sting and burn. “This will train you in wagging your tail,” said Mistress Black with a big grin as she left. “Remember to keep barking.”

Zero was left in agony. Her ass, which just a short time ago had been unused, was filled with a long narrow dildo that was coated with Ben Gay. It was burning her ass from the inside. It was like a fire. She kept wiggling her ass and barking. Her ass was moving by itself, without her thinking about it, as the fire in her ass grew hotter and hotter.

Zero had no idea of how long she was in the doghouse. She was overwhelmed by the smell of the dog shit every time that she breathed. She kept barking and wiggling her ass. Occasionally someone would walk by and spank her ass, which added to her pain and her humiliation. Once, someone came and started to remove the butt plug and she thought that her ordeal might be over, but that was a mere prelude to further torture. Whoever removed the butt plug used it rape Zero’s ass as hard as possible. It was forced into her ass, hard and fast, harder and faster, reaching deep into Zero’s ass, beating against the rear wall of her ass. Zero kept barking throughout this rape. Finally, without so much as a sound, the unknown assailant reinserted the plug and left. Zero continued to bark and wiggle her ass through her tears.  Why had she refused Mistress Black’s order? Would she get another chance to be a human slave? Or would she be a bitch forever? She was determined to obey all orders and do her best to please. She would do anything to please.

Finally, someone removed the butt plug and silently inserted an enema bulb. Zero felt the hot, soapy water filling her ass. She continued barking. Despite the pain of the hot water, she looked forward to the flushing of the burning lineament from her ass. But the water kept coming. Two quarts, three quarts and more. She had never been so full. Finally the hose was removed. Zero was still barking as she waited for instructions. But none came. Whoever gave the enema left in silence. She was left alone with an ass full of hot water. She was still obeying orders to bark and wiggle her ass. Finally, she could hold out no longer. Shit spurted from her ass, landing on her feet and her thighs. She remained, barking and wiggling her ass, filthy and covered with her own shit.

How much longer would she be forced to remain a bitch? How much longer would she be remain lying in her own shit? Finally, someone came, whether the same person or another, Zero would never know, and hosed Zero off. Zero felt relieved until once again, she felt the enema enter her ass. Once again she felt the hot soapy water enter her ass, filling her beyond capacity. Again, in total silence, she was left as she was before, crying in pain and total humiliation, barking and wiggling her ass.

As much as she tried to hold her ass tight, she was again overwhelmed by the pressure in her ass, and once again she spurted the shitty water all over herself. Once again she was left alone, still barking and wiggling her ass. But she noticed the pain in her ass from the lineament was gone. The fire was out. That was some small measure of relief.

Zero could tell from the feel of the sun on her ass that she had been outside for a long time. She could feel the sun move across her ass and she could feel the temperature growing cooler. This was the first time since she was captured that she could feel the passing of time. Again, someone came silently and hosed her down. Great care was taken to make sure that she was totally clean. She heard the hose focused on the ground around her and she realized that her shit was being hosed away from the entire area. She remained in the doghouse and was left to dry in the fading sun, accompanied only by the sound of her own barking. Her wiggling ass was aided by her shivering in the cold.

Then she felt two hands on her ass and two thumbs spreading her anus. She felt the tip of a cock at the edge of her anus, and then without a sound or warning of any sort, it plunged into her dry asshole. It was all Zero could do not to scream. Her bark turned into howl of pain, agony and humiliation. She was being raped in her ass, without any idea who was doing this to her.  She felt a set of balls banging against her ass. She felt a large cock pounding violently deep into her ass. Then she felt two hands on her ass, pinching and spanking, pinching and spanking. Zero kept up the occasional bark and wiggled her ass as best as she could. Finally she could hear a difference in the man’s breathing. Before he came in her ass however, he pulled out and shot his load on her ass rather than inside. Zero did not know why, but this added to her humiliation. Not only was her ass raped by an unknown stranger, in total silence, but her body was not deemed worthy of receiving the gift of a Master’s seed.

That was one reason that Master had pulled out, to further Zero’s humiliation. There was another. Zero was going to stay in her doghouse all night long. Anyone who passed by was free to use her ass at will. There were only two rules. One was absolute silence. Zero was to have no clue as to who was abusing her, who was torturing her, who was raping her. The second rule was that no one was permitted to come inside her. This added to her humiliation and to her pain, as each rape of her ass would be a dry rape, both cock and asshole totally unlubricated. This added to the pleasure of the Master, as it increased the feeling of tightness of the ass on his cock.

So as night fell, Zero felt the chill. She had no idea where she was, but she was in a warm climate so she was in no danger. Nevertheless, she was cold, lonely and uncomfortable in her restraints. Master’s cum was drying on her ass cheeks. She was still overwhelmed by the smell of the dog shit between her knees. All she could do was cry, and remember to bark on occasion.

She still felt the blood from her period dripping on her thighs. She truly felt like an animal, reduced to barking and wiggling her ass. Not allowed to talk, no one making a sound, nothing to listen to, nothing to think about besides following the order to bark and wiggle her ass. She didn’t even know if anyone was watching her. She could not wipe the tears streaming down her face. She could no longer imagine going back to her old life. Her dream was to once again be a slave to her Masters and Mistress, and to willingly  serve them with her body and soul. She hated just being used as an animal, as a bitch, and silently prayed for another chance, to be worthy of being a true slave, not a mere hole.

Night fell and Zero remained alone with her thoughts. Another Master came and used her ass harshly and silently. Again, he pulled out to shoot his cum on her ass and not in her ass. Zero continues to bark. As the birds began their morning songs, Zero again was raped in the ass. This time the attack was not as rough but the Master continued his attack for a long time. While Zero could not tell the time, she knew the Master had started his attack while it was still dark, but by the time he pulled out and shot his load on her ass, she felt the sun. Each attack was accompanied by harsh slaps and pinches and Zero’s ass was completely black and blue. How much longer would this ordeal go on?

Finally she heard a human voice. “Good morning Zero”, she heard the slow drawl of Mistress Black. “You may not speak, but you may stop barking. Keep wiggling your ass.  At my command, you will be allowed to speak. You will beg forgiveness for your failures and thank me for punishing you, you will then tell me your deepest desires. I will give you time to organize your thoughts. Be very careful. Your words will determine your future.”

Zero was very afraid. She tried to organize her thoughts and found her thoughts racing in fear. This was Mistress Black’s plan. Zero was going back to her status as slave, having been punished and terrorized. While the punishment would stop, Zero would have to live in constant fear that, at any time she could be forced once again to become a bitch.

“Speak.”

Zero responded as quickly as she could.        “How can I dare to even beg forgiveness for my failure. I put my body ahead of My Lady’s commands. I did not serve My Lady willingly and eagerly. I failed to be grateful for the opportunity My Lady gave me, to be allowed to drink her piss, directly from her beautiful pussy, to give pleasure through my obedience and through my pain. I was not grateful for the special privilege that My Lady was willing to bestow on this lowly and unworthy slave, to place her panties, which had covered her wonderful and beautiful Pussy, into my filthy, bleeding cunt, to use her panties to soak up my bloody period. I did not appreciate what an honor My Lady was granting me, and instead of gratitude, I repaid My Lady’s kindness with disobedience. I am ashamed and I beg My Lady’s forgiveness.

“I thank My Lady for going to the trouble to punish this unworthy slave, this Zero. I am not worthy of My Lady’s attention. I thank My Lady for reducing me to a bitch, to ordering me to bark like a dog and wag her tail. I thank My Lady for placing me in a doghouse like a bitch, for forcing me to smell the dog shit that she thoughtfully arranged beneath my nose, and for punishing my ass thoroughly, with Dildos and with lineament. For forcing me to have large painful enemas and causing me to lie down covered in my own shit. For cleaning me so that my ass could be used for Master’s pleasure. My Lady punished this unworthy and ungrateful slave skillfully and ingeniously. My Lady kept me in darkness and in silence to force this ungrateful slave to realize what its purpose is and what it truly desires.

“ This slave wants to serve. It wants to serve humbly, willingly and eagerly. This slave desires to please, to please through her body, to please through her pain, to please through her obedience. To please through her eagerness to please. This slave has learnt that she can have no other thought but to serve. Not merely that the desire to serve must come first, but that this slave can have no other desire. This slave has learnt that her physical needs are no longer her concern, and she will no longer give them any thought. All her thoughts must and will be only on giving pleasure to her Masters, to My Lady, eventually to my future owner.

“This slaves physical needs are their concern, not mine. My only desire is to serve, to give pleasure, to obey. I thank My Lady again, for ingeniously punishing this unworthy slave and teaching this Zero it’s proper role and duties.”

Mistress Black paused for a while and Zero trembled with fear. Had she been properly repentant? Was there anything she left out? At long last she heard the voice of her Mistress. “Very well, you will be given another opportunity to serve. But remember, if anyone, at anytime, calls you “BITCH” you will immediately drop to your knees, wag your ass and bark.”

Zero was released from her restraints. She backed out of her doghouse and was led to a large dog bowl, filled with the same mixture of chopped meats, soft boiled eggs, cottage cheese  and salads that she had been given as her first meal, so long ago. This time she licked up her meal quickly and gratefully, thanking her mistress for caring for her. She was the led to a large bowl of cold milk, which again she lapped up with great eagerness and gratitude. After she had eaten and drunk her fill, she was led on her knees back inside, to her special shower. She was allowed a short time in the shower to clean off. When the shower stopped Zero immediately fell on her knees and thanked her Mistress for allowing her to be clean. She was given permission to ask for a privilege. She immediately responded:

“If My Lady would be so kind as to hear the plea of a lowly slave, I am bleeding from my cunt and I fear to spoil property belonging to my Masters. I beg My Mistress to place her precious panties, that have covered her glorious pussy into my filthy cunt, so that my blood does not drip and dirty Masters property.”

Zero felt one stroke of the whip on her ass. “Very well, assume the position. But you will never again refer to my pussy, you will call it my “Place of Worship” for that is what it is to you.” With that Mistress Black removed her panties and used them to wipe her cunt and ass. She then inserted them into Zero’s cunt.

Zero was ecstatic in her thanks. “Thank you for honoring me with your panties that you have actually placed inside your body, that you now place inside my filthy cunt.”

The session was coming to a close but Mistress Black had one more trick to play before permitting Zero to sleep. “You will see spots of blood on the floor. You will use your tongue to lick up those spots.” Zero set out on her knees, using her tongue to lick up her menstrual blood. She was grateful for Mistress Black’s panties that were within her cunt, absorbing her bloody flow. She  no longer thought of anything besides obedience and service. She finished licking up all the spots of blood and gratefully thanked her Mistress for allowing her an opportunity to serve and hoped that her service gave pleasure to her Mistress. With that she was restrained in spread eagle position on her bed and allowed to sleep.

CHAPTER 11

The Making of a Mistress

Master Dave had been watching Zero’s ordeal along with Mistress White. “She really broke her quickly, and I like that she did not rely on pure pain.”

“Yes,” said Mistress White, “We have found that pain must be combined with total humiliation to be effective. Without humiliation, pain can create resentment and hostility. What we look to create is a sense in the slave of its complete worthlessness. When the slave is convinced that it is worthless, it will be honored to serve, to bear pain, eager to please. We have done that with our sissy men for years. It is no different with bitches than it is for sissy sluts.”

“There I disagree with you,” said Master Dave, “but only in detail. I believe in letting the slave know that her obedience and service is valued, but we make it clear that her obedience and service is her only value. We want her to feel pride in her slavery. We want her only desire to be the best slave in the world, and to understand that even the best slave in the world has value only in her obedience. When we sell the slaves at auction, the opening bid is $500. That really means a bid of $500,000. Most slaves sell for between $1,000,000. and $2,000,000. We would never let the slaves know their real sales price. We let them think that they were purchased for petty cash, a thousand, two thousand or maybe three thousand dollars for a special slave. They will never get the idea that they have any real value, except as they satisfy their master’s.”

“I see what you mean. We tear down the slave completely. You try to give the slave pride in its slavery.”

“Yes, that’s it exactly. Our slaves are constantly trying to become better slaves.”

Mistress White considered what she heard. “That’s probably because you really like women, while Mistress Black and myself really hate men.”

“Like women? I love women! I think women are God’s gift to men. They give me great joy. They look good, they smell good, they feel good. They can give men the greatest pleasure. Our cocks are made to fit snugly in their mouths, their asses and their mouths . They can come so often. And watching them have pleasure gives me pleasure. Of course I love women. They must, however, be aware of their role, their purpose. They are made to please their masters. Any pleasure they receive is for the pleasure of their master, not for  themselves. That is the joy of training them. To bring out their full value. If you were driving a car, would you rather have an old Ford Pinto, or a new Porsche or a Ferrari? But the Porsche never thinks that I am meant to be it’s driver. I value the Porsche, and take good care of it. I value the women that I come into contact with, I value the women that I train. I just make sure that they understand what it is that I value. I value most of all, obedience and willingness, no, eagerness to please. I value the ability to bear pain. Not every women has that ability, and some of our trainees have that noted on their files when they are sold. Their new owners, of course, can treat them any way they wish, but certain slaves come with our recommendation that too much pain will be counterproductive. My own slave, Shiteater, loves pain. When I don’t give her enough pain she feels ignored. When I whip her harshly, her cunt gets all wet. She has to fight not to come without permission. Yes, part of that is our training, but part is genetic talent. But tell me, why do you hate men?”

“My mother died when I was 11. She was hit by a car while out taking a walk late one night. I can never prove it, but I think she was running away from my her boyfriend, who, I believe, abused her. My real father died when I was a baby. He was killed in a terrorist incident and my mother was forced to raise me by herself. She had told me the facts of life, but it was only 6 months after she died that I had my first period. I remember I had to ask my mother’s boyfriend, he continued to live in our house and raise me, for money to buy Kotex. I was so embarrassed. He gave me this strange look. A week later, he came to my room at night and started telling me how lonely he was since Mom died. To make a long story short, he started using me that night and continued using me for years. At first he was gentle and loving. The first time he played with my tits forever before he started playing with my cunt. He brought me to one climax with his fingers and one with his tongue before he “explained” to me his physical need and asked me if I didn’t want to make him “feel good.” He tricked me into begging him to “make me a woman”, “to put his cock into my hot pussy”. Later, when I threatened to go to the police, he played the tapes he secretly made. I knew I could not tell anyone what happened because even if he went to jail I would be destroyed.

“But that is getting ahead of the story. That first night he was as gentle as he could be. When he placed his cock into my small tight pussy he was gentle and slow. He waited till I absorbed the pain of the initial penetration and then he controlled himself until I was about to come, when he pumped a little harder and came with me. He told me how happy I made him and what a good little girl I was. He kissed me goodnight.

He continued to pay me nightly visits and he would often buy me presents, a special dress, a hot CD, new shoes. Sometimes he would just give me twenty dollars and told me that I could spend it on anything that I wanted. I thought twenty dollars was a fortune. What a cheap whore he made me.

“Anyway, as time passed, he started treating me rougher and rougher. He started to use my mouth. After all, he used his tongue on me, fair was fair. When I grew a little older, when I had my periods, he would fuck me in the ass. He spent less and less time getting me ready and was rougher and rougher, biting my tits, biting my cunt lips, slapping my ass. Instead of calling me his good little girl, he would call me his little slut, his cheap whore. This is when I threatened to tell the cops and he pulled out the tape of the first session and said that he would claim that I seduced him so as not to be sent to social services.

“He would continually spank me until there were days that I could not bear to sit down. He started to find excuses to punish me during the day as well. He would never call me by my name. He would only call me slut, whore or bitch. One day he brought home a “friend”. He said that I was to be nice to his “friend” and left. The friend made me get undressed. He tied me up, said that I was a bad girl and started beating me with his belt. When he was finished beating me he fucked me in the ass with a dildo and made me beg him to fuck my cunt. He too, had a hidden recorder and the tape of my begging to be fucked in my cunt by his magnificent cock was very convincing. He locked the dildo in my ass as he viciously fucked my young, tight pussy.

“As I grew older, my “uncle” (so I was told to call him) brought friends over on a regular basis. I had to come home right after school because I never knew when my “uncle” might need me, whether for ordinary household tasks like cleaning or cooking, or to satisfy his cock, or the cocks of any of his friends.

“There were certain days of the year that were always hell. On Thanksgiving, Christmas and the Fourth of July I would be blindfolded and locked on a horse, with my three openings available to any of his “friends” who walked through the door.  Super Bowl Sundays were particularly gory, as there was a lot of drinking and a lot of betting and the losers would take their frustrations out on my body, which would be left in agony. They whipped my ass and cunt and pinched and pulled my tits. They used me as an ash tray, grinding out their cigarettes all over my body. The used me throughout the day, two or three at a time.

Then I got lucky. I was still in High School and someone decided to give a special class in how a girl could protect herself from a mugger. They taught us a few Karate blows that, if done properly, would knock a mugger unconscious. I practiced hard because I knew that I would only have one chance. My “uncle”got careless while fucking me and I was able to give him a knee in the balls as hard as I could. He bent over, not even worried, because he knew he would punish me like never before.  Meanwhile I took advantage of his pain by knocking him unconscious with one of the karate chops that I had learnt in school.  I quickly ran to the closet where we had PVC wrapping tape, the kind of tape used to tape cartons.  I quickly strapped his wrists behind his back and his ankles together. He was beginning to stir so I hit him again and continued to wrap the tape. I knew my life depended on it. I wrapped the tape several times around his mouth so he could not talk or scream for help. I bent his elbows behind his back and wrapped the tape around his body so that his wrists were locked between his shoulder blades. Finally, I wrapped tape from above his knees down to just above his ankle so that he could walk only in the most tiny, mincing steps. He was in my power. I would have my revenge.

“I found the dildo that he used to rape me. I rubbed it with Ben Gay and hot sauce, then shoved it as hard as I could into his ass. He was starting to stir, and I could see him trying to scream through the tape. He was in agony. I took some more of the PVC tape and I attached a strip to his waist, over his cock and balls and over his ass. He could not expel the dildo from his ass, nor could he get an erection, as the tape was too tight to allow it.

“The great thing about PVC tape as a restraint is that it hurts like hell when it is removed. The tape would have to be removed for “uncle” to piss or shit and he would beg me for the privilege of having it removed. But that would come later. Right now I was just enjoying watching him helpless, unable even to scream. I took out a dog collar, fastened it around his neck, and pulled him, still wrapped in PVC tape down to the Basement. He bounced painfully on the stairs as we descended. He was mine. I would tame him and train him to be my slave.

The first thing I would have to do was weaken him. I would only give him one meal per day, but since he would have no way of telling time, I would tell him that he was being fed on a regular basis. I left him on the floor with instructions to remain still. I went upstairs to eat dinner and then I bathed and enjoyed a good nights sleep. In the morning, I brought dinner to my slave and saw that he was not still, but had made his way around the room, searching for a way to free himself and escape. Of course, there was no such way, but the slave had to be punished for disobeying my orders. I used his own belt to whip his ass.  I then told him that I would remove the tape from over his mouth so that he could eat dinner, before I put him to bed for the night. He was to remain quiet and not scream. I waited until he nodded to show that he understood, before I ripped the tape from his mouth. He held back his screams but could not control his groans of pain.

“I had a plate of meat and vegetables that I cut up for my slave and I placed it on the floor, where he could, by lying face down on the concrete floor manage to eat. I had a bowl of water put next to his main dish. I did not want my slave to die of thirst. I was threatening to put the tape back on, when he called my name.

I kicked him in the ribs, as hard as I could. “You will never use my name again. You will call me MISTRESS, and you will use a prefix, such as Beautiful MISTRESS, or Kind MISTRESS, or Merciful MISTRESS. Use your imagination. Use different prefixes and try to amuse me. Now, what do you want, slave?”

I think that it was only then that he understood what deep trouble he was in. He saw the hatred in my eyes and saw that he was in for a long ordeal. He really did not know what to say or what to do. To show him that he must adjust to his new status, I once again made to retape his mouth.

“Please, Merciful MISTRESS, may your slave beg a favor?” At my contemptuous nod he went on, “I have to go to the bathroom.” I started to whip him as hard as I could. “Slaves don’t use the word “I”. Slaves say “this lowly slave humbly begs permission”. Second, slaves don’t have to go to the bathroom. They humbly request permission to piss or shit. Now try again.

“Merciful MISTRESS, this lowly slave humbly begs permission to piss.” I ripped off the PVC loin cloth, which painfully removed a large clump of hair from his groin. I then took an empty milk bottle and held his cock at the edge of the milk bottle when I ordered him to piss. “Don’t you dare get an erection while I am helping you piss,”  I commanded him in my harshest tones. When his cock began to grow slightly in my hand, I took my other hand and started slapping his balls as hard as I could. “Slaves are not entitled to an erection unless they are specifically ordered. Erections without orders will be punished severely.”

By this time the Ben Gay and hot sauce on the dildo in his ass would be losing effect, and I did not want him using that to keep track of time, so I was “kind” enough to allow him to “shit out” the dildo. I prepared him to sleep by retaping his cock and balls and laying him on a thin mattress and covering him with a blanket. As I went off to school, my slave went to sleep, thinking it was the night time.

“When I got home from school, I started to search the house from top to bottom. Eventually I found the financial records. The house belonged to my mother and was now mine. I would get a lawyer to look after the details. My father had left a life insurance policy for me and over the years the balance had grown to a tidy sum. I would not have to worry about money. I would be able to enjoy playing with my slave.”

Master Dave had listened to Mistress White’s tale with great interest and attention. He felt sure that he was the first male to hear this story and he was flattered. But he was also worried.

“Your “uncle” was a real asshole and I am glad you were able to turn the tables on him. One day I’d love to hear the rest of the story. But you must understand something. Our slave girls leave here so well trained that they want to be slaves, they cannot imagine being anything else. Some of our slaves become trophy wives or secretaries. If they had any desire for freedom they could easily bring down the whole organization. They would rather be slaves than free, which is why our slaves are so valuable. You are going to be training male slaves for the pleasure of daughters of members. If any slave has any desire for freedom, his owner might be in grave physical danger. The only successful training is to end up with a slave whose purpose in life is to be the best slave possible. It is bad enough if a slave dares to come without his Mistress’ permission. That in itself can lead to tremendous complications. But if a slave should ever get the idea that it has any other purpose in life except in being a slave, if he should ever want something else for himself besides slavery, we have not done our jobs and we may be in deep trouble. For that reason we have to make sure that we give the slaves love as we get deeper and deeper into their training. This love need not, in fact must not, bring the slave any physical rewards. But the slave must feel his slavery is appreciated as a gift, a tribute that he pays to his Mistress. It is only by giving the slave the gift of our love that we can get from him the gift of his ultimate loyalty.

“As we conclude Zero’s training you will see what I mean and we will discuss how to bring this technique to use on your men slaves. We must make the slaves view their Mistress’ as if they were their own babies. The slave must be ready to die rather than see their Mistress hurt in any way. Merely disappointing a Mistress should be enough to cause the slave traumatic distress. That is the goal of your training. We cannot have our slaves waiting for an opportunity to get free. They must have no other desire except to be the best possible slave and fulfill all the desires of their Mistress. This is not an easy job, but that is why we recruited you and are paying you so well. If it was easy, anyone could do it.”

CHAPTER 12

FINAL EXAM

Zero recovered from her ordeal and once more was serving her Masters with her mouth and ass. She was proud of her ability to take pain for the pleasure of her Masters. Her period had ended and she was grateful to Mistress Black for training her so well. She served Mistress Black humbly and was in awe when Mistress White allowed her the honor of permitting her to use her lips and tongue at her “Place of Worship”. She would no longer allow herself to think of the word “pussy” or “cunt” in relation to her two wonderful Mistresses, each, in her own way, so delightfully inventive and cruel. She felt that she was truly becoming an excellent slave and was taking pride in her ability to serve and please. She was therefore puzzled when Master, her first and main trainer, threatened to throw her out and leave her to her own devices.

“If you are not happy as a slave, you are free to leave. By this time in your training, you should be proud and happy as a slave. If you are not, then you will never be, and we had best be rid of you as soon as possible.”

Zero was truly terror stricken. She could not imagine anything that would frighten her more than being given her freedom. Mistress White, who was sitting next to Master, saw the look of terror on Zero’s face and felt that this was a message meant for her as well as Zero.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

“Master, I am ashamed of having failed to convey my gratitude for your training me as a slave. I have no other wish than to be a slave, to you, to my other Masters and my wonderfully cruel Mistresses, and eventually, to my owner. I must have failed in some way, and I beg you to punish me as cruelly as possible for my failure. But I beg my Master to tell me where I have failed, as I want to improve and serve you according to all your desires.”

“Where have you failed? You have been fucked in the face and the ass, and yet you do not realize that your cunt is still virginal? Are you perhaps saving that precious gift for someone else?  Perhaps you want to give that gift to your old boyfriend? That is why I offered you freedom.  I do not want to take something that you wish to give to someone else.”

Zero was in a state of panic. She did not know how to respond. Sha had promised to save her virginity for her boyfriend, Stan, but that was a lifetime ago. Of course she wanted Master to have her virginity. It was the only gift that she could bestow, and she wanted to give it to her Master. She wanted her Master to possess her totally. She wanted to be an extension of his will, to exist only to please him. She never thought of offering her virginity simply because she never thought that it was hers to offer.

“Master, I do not think of anything as belonging to me. I belong to you. Totally. I have no desire except to please you. Every thought that goes through my mind is how may I please you. I wish to please you with every breath that I take. I wish to please you with every lash that I accept, ever grateful that you choose me and my pain to give you pleasure. My cunt is yours, for you to do with whatever pleases you, whether you choose to grant me the great honor of allowing my cunt to please your wonderful cock or whether you wish to take pleasure by inflicting great pain, or whether you wish to ignore it, it belongs to you. I do not dare to think about what you should do with your property.”

Master replied  “I am going to allow you, no, I am going to command you to think of an appropriate way for you to offer me the gift of your virginity. The gift should indicate your willingness to suffer for my pleasure and acknowledge that your purpose is only to give us pleasure. So that you may concentrate your mind on this task, you will be suitably restrained. First, however, your body will be cleaned. Prepare to receive an enema.”

Zero knelt down, with her ass held proudly in the air. Her hands went to her ass cheeks and she pulled her cheeks apart, waiting for the nozzle. She felt the nozzle enter her ass and the soapy water squirted into her bowels. She was not given a large enema, only one quart, but was commanded to maintain position and not release until ordered. Master Dave and Mistress White left for a brief swim and a gourmet lunch, while Zero remained, holding her ass cheeks apart, and struggling not to shit. Zero was fighting the terrible feeling, the need to shit. She struggled to maintain her position and not to squirm. She fought against the overwhelming urge to release the shit that was in her. She had no idea how long she waited or how long she would remain. She only knew it was her job to obey her Master’s orders. She only hoped that Master was taking some pleasure in her pain and in her obedience. Finally, Master came back, accompanied by Mistress White and Shiteater, who was carrying Zero’s bucket.

“You may sit on your bucket”, commanded her Master. Zero sat down. She was crying, but the command to release was not given and Zero maintained her tight internal grip on her bowels, struggling to control her need to shit. Master and Mistress White were whispering in each others ears and giggling. They completely ignored Zero and her pain. They decided that Shiteater needed 10  strokes of the cane across her pussy lips, and delivered them slowly, to the accompaniment of great gasps of pain and sincere thank you’s. Finally Master allowed Zero to release her shit. After she was completely empty, Zero was told that she would be allowed to concentrate fully on planning a proper gift of her virginity. She was blindfolded and restrained in a kneeling position. She was then placed in a hot tub, floating, so that no part of her body would touch anything but water. Her neck was restrained so that her head was held above the water, which was kept at a constant, comfortable temperature. She was floating, doing a slow dog paddle. She was given a last order. “THINK WELL. Show me through the gift of your virginity, how you value your service to your Master.” Then her ears were stopped. She could not see or hear. There was nothing to taste or smell. And she could not feel anything solid, only the warm water. The restraints forced her to keep her legs apart, but they were gentle. She was without external stimuli. She was left to concentrate on her orders.

Mistress White asked Master “What do you think she’ll come up with?”

“It doesn’t matter. This hot tub is the purpose of this exercise. Everything else is just a magicians distraction from the main event. This sensory depravation will allow us to complete her training.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll bring you back in about 12 hours. Then I’ll be able to show you the last step in our training. Meanwhile, my dear Mistress White, let me admit that I find you extremely attractive. I’d like you to join me in my room and explore with you the joys of sex between equals. I heard how you were mistreated. I’d like you to see that sex between a man and a woman can be satisfying for both.”

Mistress White joined Master Dave fearfully. Although she had her slaves service her orally, she had not been penetrated by a cock since she turned the tables on her “uncle”, and that was many years ago. Still, something about Dave intrigued her. Perhaps it was time to explore new possibilities. Dave had hinted to her that her hatred of men was going to make it difficult for her to be the perfect Mistress that this mysterious group was looking for, and she enjoyed living here, with no worries about police or newspapers.

Dave knew that he must proceed very slowly. Mistress White, who finally allowed that her real name was Marilyn, was as fearful as any virgin. On the other hand, she was breathtakingly gorgeous, with long legs, a round ass and firm breasts. She also was intelligent and easy to talk to. If he could get her over her fear, he would have a true companion. True, he always had Shiteater, but there were times when he wanted more than a slave. He brushed her cheeks with his fingers and slowly kissed her on the neck, working his way up to her ears. He slowly undressed her and gently stroked her beautiful breasts, barely touching the nipples. He was going as slowly and gently as he ever had, remembering how he treated his high school girlfriends. He had seduced more than one reluctant virgin, and was going to treat Marilyn the same way. Gradually, he moved his mouth to her tits, gently sucking on each one in turn, while using one hand on her ass and the other on the tit that he was not sucking. He listened carefully to her cues and gradually heard the difference in the pace of her breathing. She began to moan, and in response, he began to play with her pussy. Her lips were wet as she was responding to the stimulation of her tits by his lips and tongue. He stroked her pussy lips, again beginning very gently, barely touching, and as her responsiveness increased, using more and more pressure. He stayed away from her clit, waiting till she wanted to come so badly, till she was moaning and rocking on his hand. Finally, he took two fingers and rubbed them back and forth over her swollen clit. She screamed as she climaxed.

Dave got undressed himself and once again started to massage Marilyn’s pussy, this time inserting a finger into her pussy while playing with her clit. As he suspected, her pussy was as tight as any that he had since High School. Marilyn was rapidly climbing the path to a second climax, and it was time for her to be fucked. At the same time, it was essential for her not to panic and lose it. He lay down on his back, and guided Marilyn over him till she lowered her pussy over his big, hard cock. Slowly, his cock entered her pussy. At first just the head, as she paused fearfully. Slowly she began to lower herself. It was all he could do not to raise himself suddenly and slam into that tight, hot cunt. But he controlled himself and lay still as she slowly lowered herself till she had his entire cock in her wet cunt. What a glorious feeling.

He remained still, letting Marilyn rock on his hard cock, letting her fuck herself on his cock, letting her control the pace. She started to moan and yell, “YES!! YES!!, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, I’m coming, I’m coming, I never knew it could be so gooood!!!” He felt her pussy clenching and gripping his rock hard cock. Still, he did not move.

That was two climaxes for Marilyn. Now it was his turn. He gripped her tiny waist and started to lift her up and push her down on his rock hard cock. He started slowly, as she just had two mighty climaxes, and he had to work her up again if he wanted her to reach a third. She was sliding up and down his cock, as he lifted her by the waist.  He could tell she was peaking. Her nostrils were flaring, her mouth was wide open, She was screaming, “YES, YES, YES” as he slammed her up and down on his cock. Faster and faster, harder and harder, he slammed his cock into her hot wet pussy. He could not last much longer when she climaxed. He felt her pussy clenching and that was his signal. He came powerfully, filling her hot cunt with jet after jet of his powerful sperm. He held her tight on his cock, till he at long last grew soft.

“Wow” they both said at the same time, and then they laughed together as well. Marilyn said “I did not know what I was missing.” Dave promised to help her make up for lost time. For Dave, with all of his experience, it was the best sexual encounter he could remember. He would have to make sure that he kept seeing a lot of  Mistress Marilyn White.

He rolled over and pushed a button. Shiteater came crawling through the dog entrance, head bowed, ass up. “Clean Mistress White’s pussy, then clean my cock and balls.” Shiteater immediately crawled onto the bed and gently lapped up the juices from Mistress White’s pussy. She was careful to suck and swallow and she enjoyed the taste of the combination of juices, her Master’s delicious sperm and Mistress White’s fragrant juices. She then proceeded to suck off her Master’s marvelous cock. By the time she was finished Master was once again rock hard, but he could tell that Mistress White was exhausted from her three climaxes. He was tired himself, so he just took the opportunity to piss into SHITEATER’S mouth before he rolled over, and, with one arm resting across Mistress White’s shoulders, they both fell asleep.

They awoke refreshed two hours later. Shiteater helped them both get dressed and they   instructed their slave to bring some light refreshment for them into the pool room, where they would see how Zero was responding to her ordeal. Of course, Zero was in exactly the same position now as she had been left, but her rate of breathing had increased. Her mind could not cope with the lack of external stimulation and was beginning to race and panic.

“Perfect. Now you will see, or rather hear, the final step of our training program.” With that Dave gave Mistress White a set of earphones. “You  are going to hear what Zero will be hearing through the plugs that are in her ears. The difference is that Zero will be hearing it at such a low volume that she will be unsure if she is hearing anything at all. It will require all her concentration to make out the words. And what she is hearing will be repeated over and over again, sometimes so low that it can only be heard subconsciously, sometimes just a little louder, once in a great while, loud enough to be heard clearly and understood. The different levels of volume, the time that she has spent without external stimulation and the repetitions will lock in the message into her subconscious mind. She will be a complete slave. Listen.”

With that Mistress White put on the earphones and heard a deep bass voice. It was incredibly powerful and disturbing. “YOU WILL LOVE YOUR MASTERS AND OWNERS WITH ALL YOUR HEART, ALL YOUR BODY, AND ALL YOUR SOUL. YOU WILL HAVE NO THOUGHT EXCEPT TO PLEASE THEM. YOU WILL PLEASE THEM WITH YOUR MOUTH, YOU WILL PLEASE THEM WITH YOUR ASS, YOU WILL PLEASE THEM WITH YOUR CUNT. YOU WILL PLEASE THEM WITH YOUR PAIN. YOU WILL PLEASE THEM WITH YOUR OBEDIENCE. YOU WILL NOT EAT EXCEPT TO PLEASE THEM. YOU WILL NOT SLEEP EXCEPT TO PLEASE THEM. YOU WILL NOT PISS EXCEPT TO PLEASE THEM. YOU WILL NOT SHIT EXCEPT TO PLEASE THEM. YOU WILL NOT CUM EXCEPT TO PLEASE THEM.

YOU EXIST TO PLEASE YOUR MASTERS. BECAUSE YOUR MASTERS LOVE YOU, THEY ALLOW YOU TO PLEASE THEM. IF THEY DID NOT LOVE YOU, THEY WOULD NOT ALLOW YOU TO SERVE THEM. BECAUSE OF THEIR LOVE FOR YOU THEY ALLOW YOU THE OPPORTUNITY TO GIVE THEM PLEASURE. YOU WILL BE GRATEFUL FOR THEIR LOVE AND SERVE THEM WITH THE LOVE AND GRATITUDE THAT THEY DESERVE.”

The voice went silent and Mistress White removed her headphones. “Wow, if you have this tape, why do you need the training?”

“ The tape only works when the slave is at the point of its training where it is ready to receive the message without resistance. If it is used without proper preparation, the brain builds up a resistance, and fighting the message, becomes stronger. It is always better to use this tape late, which just takes some extra time, than use it too early, which can build up resistance and immunity. Zero will be listening to this tape for the next 12 hours. The message will be part of her soul. After this, she could no more resist her slavery than she could stop her heart from beating. Meanwhile she is still designing a proper way of giving me her virginity. As I told you, it doesn’t matter, I needed an excuse to put her in the tub without arousing her suspicions, but I will admit to being curious. In all my years here, this is the first virgin I have trained, and I have to admit to looking forward to it. I’m going to stop the tape in 12 hours and give her another hour of silence before I release her. Why don’t we meet back here 13 hours from now?”

Thirteen hours later, Zero was removed from the tub. As her restraints were removed she had a big smile on her face and she kept repeating “Thank you Master for allowing me to serve you, thank you for allowing me to be your slave.” Shiteater came with a large fluffy towel, and rubbed Zero until she was dry. Master finally asked Zero if she had thought of suitable way of presenting the gift of her virginity. Zero fell to her knees and begged permission to speak.

When granted permission she began. “I want, through the giving to you the last thing that can be called mine, my virginity, to demonstrate that I am yours totally. I am here to beg to bear pain, so that you may take pleasure in my pain. I am here for you to use my body, so that my entire body is nothing but an instrument for giving you pleasure. I beg to demonstrate my love for my Master’s and I pray that you allow me to give you my virginity as a climax to enjoying my pain and the use of my entire body.”

Zero then outlined what she had come up with and Master was pleased to allow her plan to begin. He called in his assistants and the staff so that all could witness Zero’s ordeal.

“As you requested, we will begin with 10 strokes of the whip across your back. You will not be restrained. Part of your demonstration is your ability to maintain your position under pain, without restraints. You may lean against the wall.”

With that Master took a long whip and cracked it near Zero’s ear. She gave a start. “Are you prepared to begin?”

“I humbly beg my Master to allow me to demonstrate my love by lashing my back with a whip.”

There was a loud pop as Master cracked the whip on Zero’s back. The first stroke was on her right shoulder. Zero gasped but quickly counted one, thanked her Master and begged for another. Two followed quickly, across her left shoulder, again followed by her count, her gracious thank you and her request gor another. Three followed, across the center of her back and cracked the skin. Zero kept smiling, counting and begging for more.  Master slowed the pace, allowing Zero to feel the pain of each stroke. It made no difference. Zero kept her count, kept her smile and kept her request for more. Zero’s back was scarred in many places and bleeding from a few as the whipping covered her back with 10 harsh strokes.

“Now, turn around and stand at attention, facing me. Hold your right hand out, fully extended, palm up, at waist level, as I switch to the cane for the balance of your ordeal.”

Master took the thin cane and swung it hard against the palm of Zero’s hand. She gasped but did not flinch. Once again, she gave the count, her sincere thanks and a request for another. Again and again, Master struck the palm of Zero’s hand. Although you could see the hand was swollen, Zero did not flinch. Indeed, although she was in tears, she was still smiling. She reached the count of 10, and as commanded, switched to her left hand. She thanked her Master profusely and hoped that he was enjoying her pain.

After 10 slashes on her left hand, both hands were swollen and painful. Master commanded her to lay on her bloody back and hold her right leg straight up, using her swollen hands to support them. “You have requested to have your feet caned. Are you prepared to endure this pain?”

“I beg for the pain that you inflict. I desire nothing more than to endure great pain, to please you and to show my love for you.”

With that Master began the BASTINADO, the caning of the feet. First 10 on the right foot, then 10 on the left. Each foot was left a bloody pulp. It would be a while before she would be able to walk on her feet without pain. But this would be good as each step would remind her of the love she had for her Master and her Master’s love for her. Each blow was counted, each blow was accompanied by a loud and passionate thank you, each blow was followed by a humble plea for another. Finally, both feet were bloody, and Master paused.

“You have received 50 blows. You have requested 100. Are you ready to continue, or do you wish to pause and rest?”

“Gracious Master, this worthless slit wants to finish this test of her devotion as soon as possible so that she can surrender to you the final gift of her virginity.”

“Very well, stand up with your legs spread wide.”

Zero stood up, although just standing was extremely painful as her feet were bloody from the caning. “Now I shall punish the inside of your thighs. 10 strokes on each side. You will not move.”

With that Master began a quick caning of Zero’s inner thighs, moving rapidly from left to right as he took only 2 minutes to strike 20 blows. Zero had but 6 seconds to absorb the blow, count, thank Master graciously and beg for another. This, while standing on feet that had been whipped into bloody stumps. Zero kept the pace. Her thank you’s remained sincere and she still smiled through her tears.

“Thirty more,” Master reminded Zero, after a brief pause, “Are you ready to proceed?”  “I beg you Master, please cane my ass, as hard as you can.”

“Bend over and, keeping your knees apart, place your hands on the floor.” Zero obeyed, and with no further warning master beat her ass as hard as he could. Each blow was separate, Master took his time. He used a little run and perfect timing to generate the maximum force with each blow. Her ass was a bloody mess by the time she reached the count of 10. Once again Zero smiled through her tears and thanked her Master, begging him to continue to inflict pain on her body, for his pleasure.

“Stand up straight and put one hand under each tit. I want you to hold them firmly, so they do not bounce. You will not flinch. You will follow the cane with your eyes and see what I am doing.”

“One,” Zero called out firmly as Master struck the top of her tits. “Thank you, Please Master, I would beg for another.”

“Two” she gasped as Master struck her across her delicate nipples. Master continued to alternate between the body of her tits, delicate in themselves and the aureole and nipples where the pain was overwhelming. Zero saw her tits and nipples bearing the marks and scars of her whipping and was grateful that Master had allowed her to please him so, by bearing so much pain for his pleasure. Finally, these 10 strokes too, came to an end and Zero knew that she had but 10 more strokes to endure for this part of her preparation.

“Spread your legs as wide as you can and touch the floor with your hands. This time I will whip your pussy, so that as I take your virginity, you shall feel only pain, not pleasure. This is how you shall prove that your gift is to please me and not yourself.”

With that, Master struck up at Zero’s pussy hard and fast. He tested her obedience by completing the 10 blows in 30 seconds, making her speed through her count, her thank you’s and her plea for more.  Zero made it through the most severe beating that she had ever received. She was crying. She was in tremendous pain. Still she was thankful and proud that her Master had used her so brutally and thanked her Master for using her pain for his pleasure.

Master said that it was now time for the second part of her ordeal. Her entire body would now be used as a means of pleasing her Master. He asked one of his assistants to lay on his back. He placed Zero on her back, on top of him. He forced her ass onto his hard cock. He then commanded her to spread her legs and arms. “You are now pleasing one Master, when we are finished with this tableau you will be pleasing 7 at the same time. Then you will truly know what it means to be a slave.” He summoned two more of his assistants and placed them next to Zero’s hands. He placed a cock in each hand and commanded her to satisfy each cock. Zero began to gently stroke each cock. “To make this interesting,” Master continued, “I will attach a nipple clamp on each swollen nipple and give the attached chain to the Master whose cock you are stroking. Perhaps if you are sufficiently adept at pleasing them with your hand they may not pull on the chain quite as hard as they can. Then again, maybe they will pull even harder. You are here to give us pleasure and we are honoring you by allowing you to please our cocks and not merely please us by bearing pain for us.” With that he placed the tight nipple clamps on each nipple and gave each chain to the Master, who immediately began pulling, till each tit was pointed at a 45 degree angle.

Then Master asked Mistress White and Mistress Black to station themselves by Zero’s feet.  “If you will be so kind as to allow Zero to attempt to use her feet to satisfy you.” Mistress’ White and Black mounted onto Zero’s feet and Zero tried to wiggle her toes to give them pleasure. Master then attached three clamps to each of Zero’s cunt lips. He then gave the attached chains to Mistresses White and Black, who pulled the chains apart as hard as they could, separating her cunt lips as wide as possible, in preparation for Masters entrance into the virginal cunt.

Zero had a Master’s cock in her ass and one in each hand, she had a Mistress using each of her feet. “Your Mouth will soon be occupied by a Master’s cock, Do you have anything to say?”

“Thank you, Master, for allowing me the privilege of serving you, of bearing pain for your pleasure, for allowing me to be used for your pleasure. Most of all, I thank you for what you are about to take from me. I am honored that you consider my virginity a gift that is worthy of you. I ask you to take it as a mark of my love.”

Master asked another of his assistants to fuck Zero’s mouth and then he, at long last, prepared to enter her virgin cunt. Before he entered, he looked and enjoyed the scene. At her face, one of his assistants was fucking her mouth as brutally hard as possible. On each side of her head, an assistant was pulling on a nipple clamp that was clamped to a very sore and well beaten nipple. Each assistant was having his cock stroked by a gentle hand. On each leg was riding a Mistress, and Zero was doing her best to bring them to climax with her feet. Meanwhile, they were pulling on clamps that were attached to her already sore and well beaten cunt.

Master positioned himself between Zero’s legs and placed his cockhead between her cunt lips. He then slammed into her cunt, breaking the hymen and reaching the back of her pussy in one slam. Not for Zero would be the gentle preparation and tenderness. No, Zero’s initial experience would be as painful as he could make it. He continued to slam in and out of her cunt. He felt the cock of his assistant in her ass, and he felt Zero, begin to stir. Her virgin blood escaped her pussy, and he enjoyed the lubrication. She would lick it all clean when they were all finished. The assistant using her ass began to grow close to his climax as the natural tightness of her ass combined with the feel of Master’s slamming cock next to his, brought him to a climax. Next came the assistant who was fucking her mouth. Zero was a talented and well trained cocksucker and quickly swallowed all the sperm that the Master graciously deposited in her mouth and throat.

Zero was then able to concentrate on her hands and feet. She did her best to be gentle with her hands, but as the Masters grew harder and their breathing grew unsteady, she gradually increased the strength of her grip and the pace of her strokes until she brought both to climax as each shot his load on her tits. The Mistresses were more difficult as she had never used her feet for sexual purposes before. She was lucky as both Mistresses had a soft spot for Zero and as they looked at her bloody feet trying to wiggle in their cunts and massage their clits, they took control by masturbating on her foot. They rubbed their clits over her feet until they, too, came with a gasp.

That left Master alone, slamming in and out of Zero’s cunt. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Zero gasped. “Thank you for accepting and taking my virginity, thank you for allowing me to please you with my pain, thank you for allowing me to please you with my body. I am truly yours.” With that, Master could hold back no longer and he came long, hard and copiously, deep and hard in Zero’s cunt, which, instinctively, tightened its grip around Masters cock.

When Master was completely drained, he sat down and ordered Zero to clean the blood from his cock and balls with her tongue and mouth. Zero hastened to obey, Master let her know how pleased he was with her. She had passed her final exams. She was no longer a SLIT, a slave in training. She had graduated. She was now a full slave. As a slave she would be given a name. Master consulted with Mistress Black and Mistress White as well as all of his assistants, each of whom congratulated her on this momentous occasion, her promotion to full slave status. Master smiled at her and said the name we have chosen for you reflects a turning point in your training as well as the events of today. We have named you “BLOODY CUNT”.

The new slave went to her knees and her tears turned to joy. “BLOODY CUNT, what a beautiful name.

“You’ll enjoy it so much, Jane,” Carol told her enthusiastically. “Just think; a whole three weeks in role together!”

Jane was dubious. Her cousin’s proposal was exciting, but Jane had never role-played before strangers and she inwardly quailed at the very idea of appearing naked in public. But, deep within, a queer little thrill at the prospect stirred.

Carol laughed at her. She knew very well what was troubling Jane. A veteran of several BDSM Club events, she herself had once shared the same reservations.

“It isn’t at all what you may think, dear!” she said earnestly. “Take it from me, BDSM Clubs are extremely tough on anything sexual; they’re positively Puritanical on the point. No-one, particularly a woman, will be subject to any sexual innuendo even, or anything of that kind! And, don’t forget, this will be a Femdom event; the men present will all be slaves and well under the control of their Mistresses. And also, we’ll be there in animal roles, and these people are very experienced in letting people play their parts; they will think of us purely as animals; attractive and graceful animals perhaps” (she chuckled) “but animals just the same!”

Jane, despite herself, was almost convinced. But at once she put an unerring finger at the weak spot in her cousin’s scheme.

“If this is a Feminine Domination event,” she said, “they won’t want subordinate women there. Surely it would make a mockery of the whole thing?”

Carol’s brow creased in a frown; her cousin had a point!

“Yes; it would rather,” she admitted. “But we wouldn’t be present as woman, but as female animals. Anyway, that’s the argument I’ll put to Lady Isobel when I see her tomorrow. Why don’t you come too? One look at her will put your mind at rest!”

And to this proposition Jane agreed; after all, what could it possibly cost her?

Noon the next day found them driving along a narrow lane somewhere near Minchinhampton. A broad gateway flanked by two stone lions led by a winding route through extensive park lands to a large, Georgian mansion.

Carol parked in front of the house, slid out from beneath the steering wheel and walked confidently up the broad steps to the imposing front door where she pulled insouciantly upon the bell rope at its side, while Jane stood uncertainly at her cousin’s side, a little over-awed by the grandeur and scale of their surroundings. Her equilibrium was further disturbed when the door was opened by an immaculately dressed Butler.

To Jane’s secret admiration Carol was perfectly composed in the presence of this forbidding apparition.

“Good afternoon, Perkins,” she said airily. “We have an appointment with your Mistress!”

“Quite so, Miss Carol,” he murmured in reply. “Yourself and…?”

He glanced at Jane, an eyebrow raised in polite enquiry.

“My cousin; Jane,” explained Carol.

“Of course!” he gravely replied. “Good afternoon, Miss Jane. If the ladies will follow me…?”

On their way along the broad corridor, with its walls hung with paintings and its high ceiling, Jane’s hand sought out that of her cousin for assurance, and it was thus they entered the large, sunny morning room; hand in hand like two children.

‘Lady’ Isobel turned out to be an incongruously large and jolly-looking woman in her middle years. When they were decorously ushered into the room, they found her poring over a pile of official looking documents, steel-rimmed pince-nez perched upon her ample nose. Perkins uttered a polite cough, and she looked up from her papers.

The smile of welcome on her face changed to one of tender and appreciative wonder when she saw them together. Two pretty young girls, hand in hand, virginally fresh, and identically dressed from their tiny sandals to their simple dresses and even to the leather collars around their slender throats. Carol she had met on several occasions, but the other girl – who might well have been her twin – was unknown to her.

Introductions were made, Perkins was dispatched for refreshments, and the three settled down to the business of their meeting.

Isobel sat in a comfortable armchair, facing ‘the twins’, as she was already mentally thinking of them. They sat opposite on a sofa, close together as if loath to be separated. Every so often their hands would steal into each other’s, and they spoke alternatively, often completing each other’s sentences, obliging their hostess to look from one to other. marvelling as she did so at their uncanny resemblance to each other.

“We know it might be a problem,” began Carol.

“Because of it being a Female Domination event,” added Jane.

“But we wouldn’t be attending as slaves,” said Carol.

“But as animals – female animals, of course!” her cousin said, giggling infectiously.

“So we could be hunted…” “Like the male slaves…” “Except that when we’re caught…” “Our new owner would treat us as animals…” “We’re very good at being animals – really!” Carol ended earnestly.

Isobel looked at their anxious faces and burst into helpless laughter, the tears running down her homely face.

“Oh, my dears!” she gasped. “Of course you may take part; if it was my sole decision. You shall both stay for lunch, and meet Mistress Sarah – it’s at her place that the Hunt is taking place. If she agrees – and I’m sure she will – the other Ladies will fall into line; I’m sure!”

With that, she sent them both off under the charge of Perkins to prepare for lunch.

In the large and luxurious bathroom, Carol acquainted Jane with the details of Lady Isobel’s eccentric menage.

“Perkins is a permanent resident,” Carol informed her cousin. “He’s a slave, of course. Did you notice his collar? It’s silver, you know!”

Jane was astonished at this bland declaration. Carol went on.

“Lady Isobel has quite a few slaves. Some temporary – weekends and holidays, and so forth – and two or three permanent. We’ll probably be waited on at lunch by one of her transvestite slave-maids.”

Jane giggled, and was about to express her amazement that anyone would want to be a transvestite, let alone a slave, before remembering her own reason for being here with Carol. Wisely, she remained silent and joined her cousin in the large shower.

Showered and lightly scented, they descended the sweeping staircase in Perkins’ wake. By some triumph of organisation, their sandals had been cleaned and polished, and their dresses pressed and ironed during their brief absence in the bathroom.

They entered onto the sweeping terrace on which lunch was to be taken, Carol confidently – because she had met Mistress Sarah before – and Jane timidly, her hand stealing again into that of her cousin to give her confidence.

Everything went perfectly swimmingly, Mistress Sarah being as struck by the cousins as her friend. They departed with the assurance that the rest of the Ladies would agree to their presence, odd though this innovation was. But they were warned that one member of the Group, a certain ‘Lady Noire’, might be awkward about it.

Chapter TWO

The possible objections of Lady Noire were evidently overcome, or set aside, for only three days later an E-mail confirming the admission of Jane and Carol to the Hunt was received, and a copy of the Rules was being down-loaded on Carol’s computer.

Jane had bought, on a whim, an extra-large office chair and installed it before the computer keyboard. Designed to seat a very large man, the diminutive cousins were able to sit in it side by side, the fingers of their four hands flying over the keys.

They stared at the Rules on the monitor before them in silence before beginning to summarise them for each other’s benefit.

“All slaves to be hunted shall be naked and mitted,” read Carol, with a little giggle.

“The Hunt will start daily one hour after dawn, and cease one hour before sunset,” read Jane.

They printed out a copy for each of them and retired to the patio with a large jug of cold lemonade to study them.

The methodical Jane read carefully, often referring to the detailed map of Mistress Sarah’s estate which had been sent to them. A skilled model-maker, she even went so far as to build a relief map of the area and spent hours studying it carefully and making numerous notes.

The less organised Carol was astonished by the seriousness in which her cousin was approaching their forthcoming ordeal.

“It really isn’t worth the effort, my dear,” she told Jane. “No slave has managed to stay uncaptured for more than the first day and night. Nearly everyone is taken by noon on the second day, and no-one lasts till that evening.”

“Well,” said Jane, her mouth set in a grim little line, “they won’t find it so easy to capture us!”

Carol gaped at her in amazement.

“Whatever do you mean?” she asked in a tiny voice. “You surely can’t hope to stay free for the entire time?”

“I can and I do!” replied her cousin confidently. “And so shall you if you do as I tell you!”

Carol begged her cousin for more information, and they went outside to for Jane to explain her strategy over a cup of tea.

Jane began by saying that the slaves were almost all middle-aged town dwellers. They would not know how to live, naked and unseen, in the woods; after a single night of cold, hunger and loneliness they would be delighted to be captured – they enjoyed being slaves, after all! And the threat from their Mistresses was not great. They, too, would only be playing at hunting, and would soon become discouraged when their quarry failed to oblige them by offering itself to be caught.

“But we are wild animals,” Jane told her, “and we don’t enjoy captivity!”

“But what about food?” Carol asked doubtfully.

“The Lord will provide!” Jane replied cryptically, and giggled.

Chapter THREE

They arrived at the appointed time of noon to be welcomed by Perkins, lent by his Mistress for the occasion. At Jane’s desire, he took them on a short tour of the outside of Mistress Sarah’s imposing Georgian mansion. She payed particular attention to the walled yard at the rear on to which opened the kitchen. There were kennels on the far side, at the ends of narrow, barred runs. There was a large barn, in which were ‘pony’ stalls and cages, and Carol shuddered at the delicious thoughts that these sights suggested to her.

It had been decided, Perkins told them off-handedly, that, as they were to be ‘animals’ as opposed to slaves, they were to be introduced in that role. A suitable cage had been provided for them, and they would spend the night in it before being released tomorrow morning when the Hunt started.

“So if the ladies would care to follow me,” he told them smoothly, “I shall show them to their, er, temporary accommodation where they may prepare themselves.”

Giggling, the two girls followed the Butler into a smaller barn where he left them to get into role.

“One of the household slaves will attend you in ten minutes in order to, er, secure you,” he said before leaving them.

They walked over and regarded the cage provided for them with professional interest. At six feet long and four feet high and wide, it was easily large enough to hold two creatures of their diminutive size in moderate comfort. There was a broad, shallow steel trough welded to the bars halfway down one of the long sides, and a thick absorbent pad covered the steel floor. There was no sign of any ‘toilet’ arrangements for the cage’s inmates, an omission which made them giggle afresh.

Carol at once removed her single garment and her sandals; Jane, after a moment’s hesitation, following suit. Her cousin, kneeling to rummage in the small bag of gear they had brought with them, brought out the little gags and the mitts they would wear for the next ten days. Jane, caught up in her cousin’s excitement, swiftly fitted her gag and clamped her mitts shut around her wrists. Then she went down on all-fours in readiness for Carol to switch on the portable transmitter they had brought with them which would keep them from rising above the pre-set height of three feet. Tittering in delight, they scrambled into the cage.

The promised slave, a middle-aged man in a steel collar and thick sandals, a short linen skirt covering his loins, arrived within a few minutes. To their great delight, he took no more notice of them as if they’d really been the animals they’d set out to imitate. He merely spared them a casual glance before closing the cage door and securing it with its simple latch. As he left the barn, he shut the door behind him, leaving them in the dusty dimness.

Jane lay on the soft but scratchy pad, her head propped upon her cousin’s thigh. Now that the die was cast she felt much more comfortable, enjoying again the delicious feeling of total irresponsibility which accompanied her complete helplessness. Carol, judging by her regular breathing and lack of motion, had dozed off, and Jane lost no time in following her example.

It was still dim in the barn when Carol awoke, the only light coming through the gaps in the crude wooden door. She turned drowsily on to her other side, her legs colliding with the ankles of her cousin. Opening her eyes fully, she saw Jane crouched in a corner of their cage, and, by the sounds of liquid splashing on to the pad, she was urinating. Carol felt herself flushing, and giggled silently. The sight made her conscious of her own full bladder, but she postponed relieving herself until she gathered the courage to do so in such close company. But she would have to do so soon, and she was in the process of debating imitating her cousin when the opportunity was lost for the moment.

The door opened, letting in a flood of bright late-afternoon sunshine, and two burly slaves entered. Jane instinctively crouched to preserve her modesty; but Carol, much more used to being naked before the eyes of others, rose on her hind legs and placed her front ‘paws’ upon the transverse bar midway up the side of the bars to see what the slaves were doing.

Completely ignoring the two girls, the slaves took up a long, ‘T’ shaped, steel rod and inserted its plain end into a socket at the front of the cage. Grunting with effort, they pumped it up and down, and the cage rose smoothly upwards on the hidden rubber wheels in its thick base. Each grasping one side of the ‘T’ shaped handle, they pulled the heavy cage through the doors into the sunshine.

Travelling slowly across the concrete yard, Jane was flushed with embarrassment, feeling that every eye was upon them, crouched naked in their cage. But Carol had no such qualms; she ran from one end of the cage to the other, occasionally stumbling over Jane, eagerly drinking in the scene as they progressed.

The cage, after traversing the yard, was brought to rest on a lawn under the shade of a huge tree. Around them were scattered pretty little rustic tables with comfortable padded chairs of wicker, obviously for the use of the Ladies, though none were to be seen as yet. Fifty feet away, directly across the lawn, was the raised terrace of the house. An ornate white-painted balustrade protected any occupants from falling to the ground four feet below and was extended down each side of a broad flight of shallow steps to end in a gate at the edge of the lawn.

The two slaves left as silently as they’d came, but Jane had scarcely time to feel her relief at being unobserved before a woman walked briskly into view around the corner of the house, leading on a chain a man, his shoulders bowed in submission.

The distance was not so great as to prevent them noticing that the slave had been punished recently, for several thin, red stripes disfigured the white skin of his buttocks and the backs of his upper thighs; and he was stark naked, too, apart from the steel collar to which his chain was attached. Jane felt herself flushing once more, but she continued to watch as the woman, on reaching the gate, uttered a curt order at which the slave fell to his knees for his chain to be secured low down to a gate post. The woman left him crouching there miserably without a backward glance and Jane, who had dreaded the prospect of the woman coming over to their cage, relaxed. Carol took the opportunity to squat and relieve herself despite her embarrassment at the near proximity of her cousin.

Jane stiffened in surprise and apprehension as there appeared on the terrace, one after the other, two women, ‘Ladies’ by their apparel, for they were dressed in the gauzy garments beloved of Edwardian painters, and they carried dainty parasols which they erected against the glare of the sun as they descended the steps.

The tethered slave, rising instantly as high as his chain allowed him, scrambled to open the gate for them. They passed through, talking softly together in languid voices, totally ignoring the slave crouched obsequiously to one side. Reaching the lawn, they stood for a moment as if in search of diversion. Then, to Jane’s horror, they turned their slow steps towards the shade of the tree.

Jane crouched in the centre of their cage, her head buried between her paws as if, ostrichlike, she believed that if she couldn’t see them, they couldn’t see her. But, of course, she knew it to be wishful thinking, and she felt that she was glowing bright scarlet all over her body with embarrassment and mortification when the Ladies halted so close that she could hear the faint rustling of their silken garments.

Her cousin had no such inhibitions. Scrambling over Jane, she crouched at the bars, her front paws on the transverse bars as before, her rump quivering eagerly as if trying to wag an invisible tail, as Jane could plainly see through her slitted eyes.

“Ah, you dear little thing!” She heard a voice coo affectionately. “Isn’t she sweet, Samantha? And her twin sister, too! I never knew she had one!”

Jane became uncomfortably aware of being stared at from both sides as the other Lady moved to stand opposite her friend. Blushing an even deeper crimson, she pressed her hot face into the pad between her paws, suddenly and uncomfortably aware of her unbathed body, and the faint but growing smell of the damp patch in a corner of her shared cage.

“Poor little doggy!” a voice said. ‘She’s shy!” Then: “We surely aren’t going to hunt these poor little things tomorrow? They won’t last five minutes! I shall trap them both and walk them on gilt leashes!”

With that, Jane felt a soft, scented hand stroke her gently down her back from her hunched shoulders to her upthrust buttocks. Before she could react to this impudent assault, she heard the steps of the two women move off and the creaking of wicker as they took their seats at a table.

Anger overcame her shyness; how dare these languid, over-dressed women patronise her so! Five minutes indeed! There and then she made a vow that she would see those soft, pampered, scented creatures fume helplessly in frustration at their failure to capture her. And her cousin, too; if Carol would follow her example! Raising her head a little she shot them an angry glare, but they were too interested in watching the approach of a slave bearing glasses and a tall, dewy pitcher on a silver tray to notice her defiance.

The tables were rapidly filling up as more and Ladies, each clad in Edwardian grandeur, crossed the terrace and came down the steps to the lawn. The cringing slave at the gate was ignored by them all except once, when he was a little slow scuttling out of the way of a large, angular Lady. She, without seeming to change step, took a small coiled whip from her linen belt and brought it down across his shoulders. Then she strode on without a word to join her sister Mistresses.

The cage was now completely surrounded by the softly chattering women, some of them less than ten feet away. Every Lady had paid the cousins a visit, cooing over them and petting the eager Carol, while Jane continued to crouch sullenly in the middle of their cage, often jostled and trodden on by her cousin as she shamelessly scurried about to attract the attention of the Ladies.

The sounds of ice tinkling in tall glasses, and the constant visits of sweating slaves bearing pitchers and bowls of fruit, made the cousins increasingly aware of their thirst. Jane, abandoning her futile attempt at concealing her body from the casual gaze of those around the cage, rose to all-fours and licked her dry lips with her tongue while Carol put her front paws on the bars and whined piteously.

During a lull in the conversation at the nearest table, a Lady rose and sauntered towards the cousins. Carol redoubled her whimperings, and the woman put a slim hand through the bars for Carol to nuzzle. Extending her other hand to Jane, she snapped her fingers in command. Almost against her will, Jane found herself at the bars, her hair being ruffled by the woman’s scented fingers.

“I’m sure these dear little things are thirsty,” the woman said languidly. “We really ought to tell a slave to water them.”

“Oh, it’s far too hot to bother about that now, Melissa,” a woman at a nearby table said dismissively. “Do come and have some iced lemonade!”

The woman shrugged; after ruffling Jane’s hair absently a final time she wandered back to her friends, leaving Jane seething inwardly at this cavalier treatment.

However, some such order must have been given, for a little later a slave appeared bearing a bucket of water, some of which he casually splashed into the cage’s dusty trough. The cousins lost no time in slurping up the tepid water while all around them the women cooed affectionately at the sight of the two fair heads bent over their trough side by side.

Feeling considerably better after slaking her thirst, Jane lay down on the padded floor and closed her eyes, affecting to ignore the chattering women a few feet away, though Carol shamelessly continued to paw at the bars and whine for attention at anyone who passed by.

Jane must have fallen into a light doze, for she was abruptly brought back to full wakefulness by a painful jab in the ribs with something hard and sharp. With a little gasp of shock and surprise, Jane rolled over on to her back just in time to see the ferrule of a gaily-striped furled parasol withdraw through the bars. The hand that held is was black, as was the narrow aristocratic face peering down at her – a deep, soft, sooty black.

“This one’s awake now!” she heard a foreign-accented voice remark with satisfaction. “Come to Noire, little pale beast; come and lick my fingers!”

Jane could scarcely contain her anger and outrage, but her cousin was having her hair ruffled and her back stroked by the narrow black hands, and she was uttering little mews of satisfaction and wriggling her rump in ecstasy. Suddenly aware that she was still lying on her back, exposed to the gaze of the chuckling onlookers, Jane scrambled to all-fours. She was unable to avoid the hand that seized her by her collar and pulled her to the side of the cage, nor the other hand that stretched through the bars and began to scratch her behind her ears.

“They are so pretty, these little white animals!” the black women said. “I shall hunt them both down tomorrow; it will not take long. And then I shall find a good use for them.”

The watching women burst into laughter.

“Come off it, Noire!” a nearby Lady said, to general agreement all round. “We all have plans for those two!”

There and then it was decided that, if the pair were captured separately, one of their captors would sell her prize to the other.

Chapter FOUR

The gathering broke up shortly afterwards as the Ladies went to bathe and change for aperitifs on the terrace before dinner. Jane and Carol, left alone in their cage in the early twilight, gazed after the elegant, departing forms. Carol whimpered in disappointment, then lay down and curled up to sleep, but Jane stayed on all-fours, staring at the brightly-lit mansion through the bars and plotting her vengeance on these patronising, pampered, over-dressed women. Hunt her down, would they? It wouldn’t take long, would it? She’d lead them a merry dance!

But worse was to come. An hour or so passed, and then the two slaves who had brought out the cage returned and wheeled it back into the little barn. There the slaves each took down from the wall a thin leather leash before opening the door of the cage. Carol, who had been expecting this, and had none of her cousin’s inhibitions about being on public display, came out eagerly to have her leash clipped to her collar. But Jane hung back until a slave thrust a brawny arm through the bars at the top of the cage, and, grasping her collar, dragged her to the entrance. There she felt fingers fumble under her chin and heard the sharp little click of the leash’s spring-clip engaging with the ‘D’ ring of her collar.

The ensuing tug at her neck was stubbornly resisted. Jane heard the slave swear under his breath, then felt his knuckles grind into the back of her neck as he seized by her collar and dragged her forward by main force. With her head held down by the imprisoning hand, Jane didn’t see the downward blow of the short riding crop which struck her painfully across her rump, nor the blows which followed it. But she felt the stinging pain they brought, and she gave a little yelp of agony at each one.

Through her tears, she heard a dispassionate voice from above. “Bad girl!” it said, and when her leash was tugged again Jane followed meekly, occasionally wriggling her buttocks to ease the pain of the blows she’d received.

The slaves led the cousins in single file out of the barn and into the flood-lit yard. Jane found it difficult to look ahead, for the slave leading her held his hand well down on her leash, but she could see the Carol’s little white haunches some three feet in front of her as they crossed the concrete yard and went through a wide door into a dim corridor smelling of liniment, stale beer, tobacco smoke and male sweat.

The coarse carpeting and dim lighting of the corridor gave way to damp, white tiling and a glaring light from above. Jane, when she’d recovered her vison, found that they were in a large communal shower room. There were no partitions, only shower heads jutting from the tiled walls under which three or four slaves were even then showering.

Jane had never seen a naked man before, or been seen naked by any man but her father when she’d been a tiny baby. After a single horrified stare, she blushed to the roots of her hair as she was led behind her cousin across the centre of the brightly-lit tiled floor. But, to her relief, the slaves paid the two naked women being led amongst them on all-fours no attention whatsoever apart from a casual glance. So little was their appearance remarked that Jane, with a certain feminine perversity, found herself becoming annoyed by their indifference to the sight of her body, and she found herself giggling at her own contrariness.

Reaching the wall, each cousin was tethered by a short chain ro a low-set ring in the wall. Then the shower-head above them was turned on, and their attendant slaves, after removing their sandals and thongs, began to wash them down.

Jane endured the following indignities with all the fortitude she could muster. Once again, however, she felt obscurely aggrieved at the impersonality with which the probing fingers treated her body. When they all dried off in a narrow room set about with enormous hot-air blowers, a delicate scent was sprayed upon both cousins; on their fluffed-out hair, under their armpits, and between their buttocks and the tops of their thighs, all the time with the same maddening ordinariness as if they were indeed two little animals being prepared for presentation.

Clean, dry and perfumed, the cousins were led away again, once more in single file. Somehow, after threading a maze of corridors, they found themselves being led along a wider, brighter passage, this time floored with soft, deep carpeting, up to a set of broad wooden double-doors. A discreet knock by the leading slave caused the doors to be opened by a slave standing behind them, and Jane found herself upon the same terrace that she’d been able see from their cage on the lawn below.

The Ladies had begun to dine; some at single tables, other in pairs and threesomes, each attended by her personal slave. The smell of food reminded Jane forcibly of the fact that, apart from a single slice of toast that morning, she had eaten nothing all day. Her cousin was equally hungry, but she was accustomed to this scenario, as she showed by tugging on her leash with the obvious intention of approaching the nearest table at which a Lady in lavender silk dined in solitary splendour.

At a sign from this Lady, the slave leading Carol stooped to detach her leash, and she bounded forward to sit by the Lady’s chair. Then she rose, balancing on the balls of her feet, her upper body raised and her mitted hands dangling downwards from her wrists in front of her breasts for all the world like a dog begging. The Lady smiled down at Carol, ruffled her bright hair with a casual hand, then picked up a morsel from her plate and offered it between the tips of her perfumed fingers. Carol took it neatly, gulped it down, then raised her head once more to stare insistently upwards at her smiling benefactor. Another morsel and another followed before the Lady tired of Carol’s persistance and made an impatient gesture to the slave. He uttered a curt command, and Carol slunk back to his feet to be leashed once more.

The cousins were then led from table to to table, Sometimes a Lady would signal for them to be unleashed and come to be fed; sometimes they were ignored. At first Jane could not bring herself to such humiliating conduct, but she very soon realised that this was likely to be the only opportunity that she’d be given to eat anything at all before the Hunt began in the morning. Swallowing her pride, she joined her cousin in her shameless supplication for scraps. They soon discovered that, when they begged side by side, their two golden heads together, the women gushed over them, plying them with morsels from their plates.

They were back on their leashes as the last course of fruit was brought in and it was then that the sharp voice of Lady Noire was directed at their handlers and they were led to the table where she was dining alone.

“Come, little pale beasts! Come and beg for scraps from me!”

Picking up an apple, she showed it to them before slicing it into several pieces and taking them up in her hand. But then, instead of offering the apple to them slice by slice, she casually tossed the the pieces to the floor at her elegant feet.

Once more Jane seethed with anger; once more she swallowed her pride, the more so as her cousin was already down, her fore-arms flat on the floor, snuffling amongst the fragments. Jane joined her immediately, conscious all the time of the black woman’s gaze from above. A peach followed, and then a pear before Lay Noire tired of them and waved them away.

Her dismissal was the end as far as Jane and Carol were concerned, for they were led away down the steps to the lawn, around the corner of the house, and into the yard behind the kitchens. There they were taken into the barn and put back into their cage. Water was splashed into their trough, the barn door slammed shut behind the departing slaves, and the cousins were left alone in the dark.

Chapter FIVE

They were woken from a deep sleep, curled up together, by the abrupt opening of the door and the entry of their handlers. The ‘T’ shaped bar was put into use once more, and their cage dragged out into the fresh coolness of the dawn air.

The slaves continued pulling the cage along, across the yard and on to the turf separating the mansion from the scattered woodlands of its surroundings. On and on they went, lurching from side to side as the cage rode the bumpy ground, until they were two hundred yards outside the enclosing walls of the mansion grounds. Under a lone thorn tree the slaves left them and went back to the house.

Sheep continued to crop nearby, unconcerned at the novel presence of two naked women in a cage. The two sheep-dogs came to investigate, poking their long muzzles through the bars. Carol shrank away in fear, but Jane returned the dogs’ interest, sniffing and licking their muzzles and allowing her face and body to be thoroughly sniffed and licked by the dogs. All this was for a purpose, for she meant to be known to the dogs as harmless and for them to be her unwitting allies in defeating her hunters.

The dogs departed, satisfied as to the harmlessness to their charges of the strange bitches in the cage, and Jane and her cousin lay down to wait in the faint but increasing warmth of the newly-risen sun. They were now outside the range of the portable transmitter that kept them on all-fours under the threat of paralysing agony and could have stood upright had their cage been higher; and that was a relief, for Jane had feared they’d be hunted on all-fours. She cocked an experienced eye at the sky. It had been a cold, clear night, and it would be a hot, windless, sunny day. So much the better; the prospect of a perspiring hunt in hot weather would dampen the ardour for the chase of the pampered creatures now slumbering in their soft and scented beds, and so would wind and rain; perish the thought that their delicate and elegant clothing should become damp and muddy! She glanced at Carol, regretting that she hadn’t impressed upon her more indelibly the importance of doing exactly as she did, of copying her every action. But she was dumb now, and it was too late. She nuzzled Carol to rouse her and tried to communicate her concern with her eyes.

The grazing sheep looked up, startled by the faint but growing sound of lusty male voices roused in song in the distance. A group coming across the turf from the house resolved itself into twelve slaves, stark naked and linked together by chains to their steel collars, and two attendant guards in thongs and sandals bearing sticks. At their head came Mistress Sarah’s husband, Mark, the chief slave of the establishment, in his silver sleeveless tunic, his silver collar and carrying his staff of office in his hand.

The chained slaves were singing as they walked.

“Heigho, heigho,” they sang cheerfully, “it’s to the hunt we go!” and so forth until they reached the thorn tree and formed themselves into a straggling line, with much surreptitious pushing, shoving and tripping of each other under the humorously disapproving eye of the head-slave.

“Now, gentlemen!” Mark began, to ironical cheers and raucous ribaldry from his audience. “Now, gentlemen,” he repeated, making the word drip with sarcasm, “you all know the rules. When I blow this whistle, you have an hour’s grace before the Hunt starts. There’s another hour of immunity an hour before dark, when food will be left for you in the usual clearing. There won’t be enough to go round; but that won’t matter. I confidently predict that all you knock-kneed dead-beats will be captured and in your cages long before then!”

Jeers and boasts greeted this announcement, and he grinned broadly. Jane looked on in astonishment, amused in spite of herself by the spectacle of these sturdy middle-aged men, jovial and self-assured. She began to suspect that, just as with herself and Carol, these men enjoyed their roles, even if they didn’t seem to be taking them entirely seriously.

The chains linking the slaves’ collars were removed, the whistle was blown, and the ‘prey’ bounded off across the turf to the the shelter of the woods, laughing and exchanging badinage as they ran. Then the door of the cage was opened, and Mark and the two guards walked off without a backward glance.

Chapter SIX

Jane was first through the door, closely followed by her cousin. Tentatively, they stood upright, then Jane led the way at a loping trot over the turf into the woods. Once under the trees her careful studies of the maps was put into play immediately as she wound her way through the trees to a little dell through the middle of which ran a tiny, sparkling stream. There they drank their fill before rising and moving deeper into the woods until Jane found a stagnant pool. There, under Carol’s disbelieving eyes, she flopped down and rolled vigorously around in the mud at its edge. Rising, dripping with slime, she glanced significantly at her cousin. Carol, her face screwed up in disgust, gingerly followed suit. Then Jane again led the way at a fast trot through the wood.

She quickly found what she was seeking; an area of lush, green grass that the sheep, nervous of venturing so far into the trees, had ignored. The mud had been drying on their bodies as they ran, and Jane, without more ado, fell down upon the grass and rolled about in it energetically. Carol watched in wonder, and when her cousin rose she followed her example doubtfully.

Carol found rolling about in the thick, cool grass very refreshing, but when she sat up, dizzy from her exertions, she found that her cousin had vanished! She stared around in confusion and dismay, then something moved against the greeny-brown background and Jane stood before her, smiling down at her. Carol scrambled to her feet; now she understood the purpose of Jane’s actions.

“Oh; you clever girl!” she thought admiringly. “Camouflage!” She glanced down at her own body, observing the way the brownish hues of the drying mud combined with the green stains from the grass to produce a curious striped, mottled pattern on her skin, then turned to her cousin with a smile of thanks.

Jane did not linger. With a gesture to Carol, she turned and ran off at an easy loping trot through the woodland.

Carol had no idea of where they were bound, and it was with trepidation that she saw the woods abruptly end and the open turf begin. But Jane, after a cursory glance around, dropped to all-fours and scrambled into the open, running quickly and easily on the balls of her feet and the tips of her mitts, and her cousin followed suit.

The terrain they found themselves in was an area of broken ground, with tiny valleys and ridges, none more than six feet deep or high. Turf was the sole covering except for occasional little stands of small thornbushes on the ridges. Sheep grazed everywhere, ignoring the silent passage of the two cousins. The two dogs, lying in the shade under a thornbush, merely gazed at them in mild curiosity, recognising their scents and knowing these hairless creatures to be harmless.

The broken ground ended in a sea of gorse bushes, so close together that they formed a continuous mass of green needles and mustard-yellow flowers. It was old gorse, ranging from four feet to six feet high in places, and Jane halted for a moment, seeking a way inside.

Carol saw her cousin dart forward, drop to elbows and knees, and worm her way into a gap in the gorse. Jane’s brown and green striped rump passed from her sight, and, dubiously, she followed.

To Carol’s relief the passage wasn’t as painfully prickly as she’d feared, and in the gloom under the foliage the ground was clear except for a deep, soft layer of shed needles and dead leaves blown inside by the Autumn gales. She saw Jane facing her a few feet further in, then followed once more when her cousin turned and began to wend her way, silently and skilfully, through the maze of passages formed by the twisted trunks of the gorse plants.

Carol found a surprising amount of head-room, from thirty inches rising to almost three feet, and they made quick progress in a direction she could only guess at until Jane came to a halt, flopped down on her belly, and began to inch her way forward.

Carol stayed where she was, uncertain of what to do, then her cousin gave an unmistakable gesture of one mitted hand, and Carol went down on her belly and wriggled forward to lie at her side.

The sight before her brought a little gasp of astonishment from her lips. There, only inches in front of her eyes, the gorse came to an abrupt stop, They had climbed during their journey from the wood, and were now at the far edge of a little rounded hill, no more than fifty feet high and crowned with impenetrable gorse. But they had a view, from only a hundred yards or so, down over the low surrounding wall into the big yard on to which the kitchens, the stables and the kennels opened.

Carol gazed at her clever cousin in unfeigned admiration once more. She was beginning to have an inkling of Jane’s plan.

“What a clever thing she is!” she thought. “They’ll never think of looking for us here!” And she nuzzled her cousin’s shoulder in appreciation.

But Jane knew that only the first minor skirmish had been won in their battle against the Huntresses; she continued to gaze steadily downwards into the walled compound, taking mental note of all she saw. Beside her Carol, bored and drowsy, dropped off into a doze.

Chapter SEVEN

Jane, her chin propped on her ‘paws’ watched the activities in the yard. Mistress Sarah’s slaves were hard at work bolting together a row of six by six by six foot cages. There were a dozen in all; one for each of the hunted slaves. She expected little action as yet from the Ladies; by her experienced reckoning it was barely seven o’clock, and these pampered females would still be asleep in their perfumed boudoirs. Not until nine, or even ten o’clock, did she expect the Hunt to begin. The weather promised to be her ally, too, for it would be a hot and airless day. The Ladies would soon become too warm and uncomfortable, away from the cold drinks and the diversions of the house, to carry on their hunt much after eleven. Then they would retire to rest, then to lunch, then a siesta until the heat of the day diminished. Then they might come out again for a final hour or so before they took their aperitifs on the terrace.

She stared with interest as the men in the yard; slaves of Mistress Sarah judging by their short white skirts, pulled out from a barn several carts. Jane counted them carefully. There were six in all, three two-seaters painted in gay colours of blue, green and red, and three light single-seaters; yellow, orange – and black; the last obviously the property of the Lady Noire. She frowned at the thought of Lady Noire, then brightened up as she realised the Hunters had made their first mistake. She knew that they had available for the Hunt only twelve slaves at the moment; if three pairs were used to pull the larger carts and three slaves to pull the smaller, then only three remained to be employed as ‘hunting dogs’ – and it was those she feared most.

Settling herself more comfortably, she observed the ‘ponies’ being led from the stalls where they had spent the night. She grinned happily; these middle-aged men would not be at their fittest after a night spent on straw with their arms pinioned behind their back. And nor would the ‘dogs’; they had been kennelled on all-fours. Now, as they were taken from their barred runs and dragged upright, they stretched their cramped limbs in obvious relief before their arms were strapped behind them. They were muzzled too; evidently their Mistresses didn’t trust them not to escape their control once they were off their chains!

“Good!” thought Jane. As far as the ‘ponies’ and their riders were concerned, she had no fears. Both she and her cousin could outrun them with ease, and they could thwart them by merely running into the woods and among the the trees where the carts couldn’t follow. But the ‘dogs’ were more dangerous, though she was puzzled about how they were supposed to trap their prey.

One by one, Mistress Sarah’s house-slaves harnessed the ‘ponies’ to their allotted carts; the last, the one selected to draw the sinister black single-seater, was a tall and powerful black man, obviously the personal slave – or even the husband – of the equally sinister Lady Noire. Jane watched him with narrowed eyes before relaxing. Big and strong though he was, and skilled at directing him as his Lady was likely to be, she and Carol could outrun any man harnessed between the shafts of a cart!

Nothing happened for some time, and Jane yawned as she watched. Then the the budding ‘Dianas’ made their appearance, and she gulped back her laughter.

Exquisitely dressed in simulations of the hunting costumes of Edwardian Ladies in delicate pastel shades, some even wearing veils beneath their broad hats, they mounted their carts. Only Lady Noire, clad in black relieved only by a jacket of bright scarlet, was an exception. They even took a stirrup cup, proffered to them in silver goblets by obsequious slaves, before the wide gate was opened and they drove forth on to the open turf.

Jane watched them disappear into the haze to her right, then she rolled over on to her back, crossed her arms behind her head, and closed her eyes – not in sleep, but in thought. Her chief concern was Carol; the programme of evasion Jane had planned demanded not only ingenuity and guile, but also endless patience and an infinite capacity for boredom, qualities that Jane had been obliged to acquire during her long period of imprisonment by her own dog. She feared, above all, some impatient indiscretion by her cousin that would result in her capture. Turning on to her side, she opened her eyes and nuzzled her cousin’s dirty green-streaked hair affectionately.

Rolling back on to her stomach, she took up her watch once more. At about ten o’clock by her reckoning, the first of the carts came into view. Their hunt had been successful, for three slaves, their arms bound behind them, ran leashed behind three of the carts.

Jane looked on as the slaves were led into the yard and placed each in one of the row of cages reserved for them. Half an hour later the rest of the Hunt returned, and with them five more slaves.

This was what Jane had expected. The slaves, hungry already and quite content to be captured, were easy prey. Only four now remained at liberty, and probably none would survive the afternoon Hunt. But for now it seemed the Ladies were content. It was hot, and they would crave cold drinks. Then they would take a light luncheon and afterwards their siestas; only when the afternoon had cooled, at around four o’clock, would they return to the Hunt for the two hours before they took their aperitifs. Then they would have the added aid of the captives, perhaps as ‘hunting dogs’, perhaps as ‘ponies’, but Jane was unconcerned – at the moment, anyway. Intending to wait a couple of hours, then to take herself and Carol to drink from the stream in the full heat of the day, she wriggled back a little from the fringe of her cover, came to all-fours, and went into the gorse a few yards to urinate. After scraping debris over the damp patch of soil to guard against its future smelliness, she returned to her post where she rolled on to her side and fell asleep.

Carol woke wondering where she was, and what she was doing lying in this dim, hot place. Then her memory returned and she glanced over at the sleeping figure of her cousin. She was hot, thirsty and bored, and her bladder needed relief. On all-fours she went further into the gorse to squat, then she carried on to the far edge of the gorse and looked down across the broken ground towards the inviting coolness of the woods. For a moment she considered returning and wakening her cousin, but dismissed the notion. Jane would come and drink when she was thirsty enough. Slipping out of the dimness into the full glare of the noon sun, she made her way across the turf and into the cover of the woods.

For sometime she wandered among the trees searching in vain for the little stream she’d drunk from earlier. She found it, although at a different point in its course, and lost no time in going down on all-fours and lapping noisily at the cool water. Then she followed it downstream until it met another, larger stream where their confluence had built up a bank of soft sand under the bright water.

Carol bathed herself thoroughly, delighting in her feeling of cool cleanliness. Climbing out at last, she stood in the hot sunlight to dry herself, then wandered off further into the woods. Soon she came across a little grassy bank, shady and fragrant with the smell of wild flowers. There she lay down and slept.

Chapter EIGHT

Jane woke at the time she’d mentally set: at about one o’clock in the afternoon. At once aware of the absence of her companion, she was not perturbed at first; no doubt Carol had wandered off into the maze of gorse trunks. Jane stretched where she lay, yawned, and rose to all-fours. Then she padded back under the dim, green roof of her hiding place to where she’d entered it, keeping a sharp watch for any sign of her cousin.

She saw and heard nothing of Carol in her passage, and she emerged from the gorse to look down towards the woods still none the wiser. Jane scanned the fringes of the wood, still with the same negative result. Carol, she decided, had gone to drink.

Jane moved swiftly and easily down the little depressions and over the tiny ridges over the rough ground. She ran on all-fours with the ease of long practice, her rear legs straight and her rump in the air, pausing every so often to lift her fore paws from the ground to enable her to raise her head and check her surroundings. Once inside the cover of the trees she stood upright and flitted like a ghost between the trunks until she reached the stream. There she drank, and, after drinking her fill she cast around for her cousin before realising the futility of the enterprise. Her belly swollen with the water she’d drunk, Jane trotted slowly through the woods until she reached an appropriate place to deposit her droppings, though she doubted whether either the Ladies or their slaves had the skill to tell from their condition how long they’d been there. Above all, she was determined that no signs of occupancy would be found anywhere near her hiding place. Then she made her way back to the gorse-covered hillock. Carol had not returned, and Jane lay down in her sentinel’s postion over-looking the yard and dozed off.

The first stirring of the cooler breeze that sprung up in mid-afternoon woke Jane. After relieving herself, she went back to her position to spy on the Huntresses. Carol was still absent, and Jane hoped fervently that she’d have the sense to remain hidden and still until the Hunt was called off for the day.

Once more the carts drove out, this time with the addition of the slaves captured that morning in the roles of ‘hunting dogs’. Jane was unconcerned; when they’d passed from her sight she wriggled quickly through the gorse and chose a vantage point which allowed her a view to the South.

She saw the remaining slaves quickly rounded up; as she’d thought, the occasion was not wholly serious. And then she saw the capture of her cousin.

The black cart had lagged behind the others on their triumphant way back to the Manor and was out of Carol’s sight when she stepped blithely out from the cover of the trees.

The same cool breeze that had wakened Jane and caused the Hunt to restart had woken Carol too, and she trotted through the wood enjoying the fresh coolness of the air on her now clean skin. Despite being thoroughly lost, she had no fear of being unable to find their hideaway, for all she needed to do was to go out far enough on the open turf and look around her for the low, gorse-clad eminence where it lay.

Reaching the fringe of the wood, she lay flat on the ground and wriggled forwards , congratulating herself on her caution. She, too, saw the brightly-coloured carts; she, too, saw the newly-captured slaves being led away leashed to the rear of the carts.

After waiting ten minutes, as she reckoned it, she rose and walked confidently out into the open.

Twenty yards, then forty yards straight out from the trees she came. The place she’d left cover from took the shape of a little bay, with narrow promontories of thin-scattered trees to her left and right. Carol knew that her goal lay to her left, for she could see its low summit, but instead of cutting through the few trees towards it, she chose to continue out into the open until she could walk around them.

Jane could do nothing but watch with horror as the sinister black cart appeared around the point of the Southern stand of trees, moving at a walking-pace and attended by three ‘dogs’. Carol was then two hundred yards from cover, and Lady Noire stiffened in surprise at the sight of her unsuspecting prey. Acting quickly and decisively, she waved her three ‘dogs’ off to her left; one by one they vanished into the fringes of the woods.

The Lady’s plan was obvious to Jane; she meant to infiltrate her ‘dogs’ along Carol’s flank, then she would drive her pony after her quarry, forcing her further out onto the open turf or into the arms of the waiting ‘dogs’.

The unsuspecting Carol strolled on in the warm, turf-scented air, behind her, when she judged the moment was ripe, Lady Noire brought down her whip hard across the haunches of her giant black ‘pony’ and he leapt forward with amazing speed, straight for Carol, three hundred yards away.

The breeze was in her face, and she heard nothing of the cart’s advance until it was fifty yards behind her. She turned, startled, then raced away at full speed. Instead of angling off to the woods, using her greater agility to escape the lumbering ‘pony’, she ran straight on, trusting in her superior speed over the man handicapped by the weight of his cart and its driver.

Then it was too late. At their Mistress’s signal, the ‘dogs’ emerged from Carol’s left, one a little ahead of her, one level with her and the third to her left rear. Forced further and further away to her right and open country, Carol ran with desperation. The two nearest ‘dogs’, fit and rangy men despite their years, gained upon her fleeing figure inexorably. Then Jane saw just how the ‘dogs’ trapped their prey. It was a brutally simple technique; they merely ran into Carol, knocking her from her feet. When she tried to rise, they pushed her down with their hips, knees and thighs. A quarter of a mile away in her aerie, Jane ground her teeth as she saw the black cart halt nearby and Lady Noire make a languid descent, walk over to Carol’s prostrate body, and place a narrow, black-sandalled foot on her neck.

The rest was quick. Carol, her fore arms strapped together in an arm binder behind her back, her face wet with tears, was leashed to the very front of the left-hand shaft of the cart. Lady Noire’s whip rose and fell twice; once upon the rump of her black ‘pony’, once across the right buttock of her tiny captive. The cart moved forward, dragging Carol with it.

Jane went back to overlook the yard again. There she saw her cousin led in and the ‘dogs’, their arms released, were dismissed to their cages, all of which would be occupied until the last fugitive, Jane herself, was captured. Lady Noire herself led her captive away, around the corner of the house and out of Jane’s sight.

Jane lay in deep thought, resolving her plans for the night. In a couple of hours the Hunt would officially finish for the day with an hour of immunity before sunset. At its beginning, a slave would be sent out with food to a prearranged spot, but Jane had no intention of going there in daylight. She would wait until after nightfall, when the nearly full moon rose at eleven o’clock. Nor did she intend to rely on the few morsels of food they would provide in this manner; she had a much better and more attractive alternative in mind. Curling up, she prepared herself for sleep.

She was awake to see the moon rise, and, after half an hour, she judged there was enough light for her to depart her hiding place. Slipping surely through the gorse trunks, she emerged into the open and trotted over the moonlit turf secure from observation. In the little glade designated for the purpose she found the small heap of food left out for her. It was pig meal, as she’d suspected, coarse, fibrous and smelly; and there was little enough of it. But she ate it anyway; she didn’t want her prime source of food to be suspected. Then she trotted confidently away towards the dark bulk of the Manor and its outbuildings.

She found the entry to the yard that she’d suspected; through an outlying orchard. But first, a hundred yards from her destination, she dropped to all-fours lest the little transmitter was switched on. Pushing aside the flimsy wicker hurdle set there to deter the sheep from entering, she came out into the yard. Crouching in the deepest shadows she could find, she waited patiently.

Jane smelt the fox before she saw it, then she watched as it slunk cautiously into the yard and up to a plastic bin. Expertly, it rose on its hind legs and knocked off the plastic lid. With its front paws hooked over the edge of the bin, the fox pulled it over, releasing a flood of food scraps over the floor. Its head lowered, and it snuffled up those that it fancied with feverish hunger.

Long after it had gone, Jane came out of cover. She knew the fox would spurn all the vegetable scraps, and she made a good meal of what the fox had left. She had no qualms about it; after all, she’d lived for months on what the dogs she’d lived with had left her. Licking her lips, she looked around at the moonlit cages in which the captured slaves were snoring, then went in search of her cousin.

Padding along the corridor in the stables off which the pony stalls opened, she peered through the barred doors. But, though several ‘ponies’ were tethered in them, none was Carol. The door to the small barn in which their cage still stood was open, but the cage itself was empty.

Jane sat upon her haunches in the moonlight. Perhaps her cousin was at that moment curled up asleep, chained to the wall, on the thick, soft carpet of Lady Noire’s bedroom, now the lapdog of her captor, a fate Jane had sworn to avoid. Around the corner, in a little yard of its own, was a lone cattle pen of concrete and steel, and Jane padded over to investigate. Over in the corner formed by the junction of two walls, something bulky lay upon a pile of straw. Jane lay on her belly and wriggled beneath the horizontal steel bars. It was a tight squeeze, but she managed it at last and crawled over the concrete floor to the corner where the figure lay.

It was indeed her cousin, but a brief examination told Jane that her vague hopes of being able to rescue her were foiled in advance. Carol’s face was strangely blank in the moonlight, its lower portion was covered by a leather muzzle, and she was blindfolded, too. Her ankles were linked by a short, thick chain between thick leather ankle cuffs, and she was chained by a six-foot chain from her collar to a steel ring set about four feet high in the wall behind her. None of these could Jane remove with her animal-helpless paws; for that matter she couldn’t even open the gate of the pen. She nuzzled her cousin’s shoulder, trying not to weep at the sound of Carol’s heart-broken whimpers. Her cousin rose clumsily to her feet, and Jane was about to follow suit when she realised that the tiny switch on her cousin’s collar was turned off. But she tried to rise all the same, only to fall back to all-fours with a grunt of pain. Hopelessly, Jane stared up at her cousin, tethered blind and helpless in her pen. She stayed with her as long as she dared before slipping away with a heavy heart, raging at Lady Noire’s cruelty.

It was some consolation to see the return of the dejected Ladies the next morning from their fruitless quest, but while they were away Jane had been treated to the spectacle of her cousin being exercised, walked slowly back and forth on a short leash on a stretch of turf by the yard gate, still blind, muzzled and hobbled. Worse for her was the return of Lady Noire in her black cart. Dismounting, she tossed the rins to a waiting slave, than signalled the slave leading Carol to let go of her leash. Carol stood uncertainly, not sure of what was happening, and Lady Noire flicked her on her lower left thigh with her whip, causing Carol to utter a little stifled gasp of surprise and pain.

Lady Noire continued to torment her blind and helpless captive, walking silently round and round her, flicking her with her whip from every angle until Carol, confused and terrified, tripped on her hobble and fell down. Hauled brutally to her feet by a slave, she was led off into the yard while the watching Jane wept with fury.

Later, in the full heat of early afternoon when she was confident that the the Ladies would be asleep, Jane slipped away to drink and to empty her bowels in the spot she’d chosen far away from her hiding place.

It was really hot now, and airless, and the sky held a high haze. The weather-wise Jane anticipated a thunderstorm. She was not far from her own country, the pattern was familiar, and a mischievous idea came to her.

Deliberately, she washed herself clean in a stream, then, instead of returning to the gorse-covered hill-top when the air cooled, she wandered as far from it as possible, loitering in the open, her eyes fixed in the direction of the Manor.

When the gaily-painted carts came into view Jane’s little pink body was clearly visible against the background of the woods. Faint cries of triumph came to her ears, and the ‘ponies’ were whipped into a run. The ‘dogs’, now numbering fifteen, spread out into a hollow concave crescent and ran towards her. She let them get within two hundred yards before she affected to notice them for the first time. Turning, she loped into the woods in simulated terror.

There, on the broad paths and among the thick undergrowth, Jane led the Hunt on a merry dance, flitting silently along in contrast to the crashing of the clumsy male bodies of the ‘dogs’. Occasionally she showed herself, luring the Hunt deeper and deeper into the woods while all the time the sky above them grew darker and more ominous.

Jane felt, rather than heard, the first rumble of thunder. A sudden breeze, hot as from a furnace, stirred the tree tops, and Jane went to ground under the thick cover of a large clump of bracken and brambles on the edge of the large clearing in which the Hunt, tired and angry, had gathered. Within minutes she heard a far off sound, rapidly nearing, as if of surf on the shore, and she grinned happily to herself in anticipation.

The first huge raindrops pattered down simultaneously with an earth-shaking clap of thunder directly overhead. Jane heard the Ladies cry out in fear and outrage before the downpour blotted them out of her vision. The rain stopped abruptly, the temperature dropped, and hail, borne on the South-Westerly gale, lashed the clearing, turning the muddy ground into a seething mass of white. When it stopped, as suddenly as it had begun, the Ladies were huddling under the inadequate shelter of a large oak tree, their delicate Edwardian-style finery soaked and muddy, their flimsy parasols tattered. The ‘dogs’ had dispersed in all directions seeking shelter while the unfortunate ‘ponies’, abandoned by their drivers and maddened by the stinging hail, had wandered off. Those who had not been tethered, that is; those like Lady Noire’s giant black ‘pony’, left by her blindfolded as well as tethered, had no choice but to endure the storm. The black cart was within a few yards of Jane’s hiding place; when the rain of the last flurry of the storm began again she crouched by the wheel furthest from the huddled group of Huntresses. The big ‘butterfly’ nut which held the wheel on the axle was easily turned with her mitted hands, and she loosened it as much as she dared. Then, without a backward glance, she ran off into the thinning rain.

Dry and comfortable under the gorse, Jane lay at her ease and watched the sorry procession come into view. The sun was now fully out, and steam rose from the soaked and bedraggled finery of the dejected Ladies as their tired ‘ponies’ trudged along over the damp turf, their ‘dogs’ following in a single exhausted huddle. A full hundred yards behind them came the black cart driven by Lady Noire, even her huge ‘pony’ scarcely able to summon up a trot. Jane observed the nearside wheel keenly; was it developing a wobble? Apparently it was, for it suddenly dropped off its axle, causing the cart to lurch heavily to its side and tipping its driver unceremoniously on to the muddy turf. Jane revelled in her enemy’s shriek of alarm and outrage, and giggled at the sight of her sprawling on the ground. Bereft of assistance, the furious Lady blindfolded her ‘pony’ and trudged away, leaving him to be fetched in later by Mistress Sarah’s house slaves. Hugging herself with laughter, Jane watched her vanish around the side of the Manor.

Lying on her back, her head resting comfortably on her crossed arms, Jane gave full vent to her elation. All alone, a tiny, naked, hunted animal, she had outwitted her numerous pursuers and rendered them ridiculous in their own eyes. Behind closed eye lids she played out the memory of Lady Noire’s discomforture. Smiling, she fell asleep.

Back in the Manor, bathed, perfumed and in clean, dry garments, Lady Noire stood in the Billiard Room thoughtfully examining the huge relief map of the Estate, complete in every detail, ignoring the occasional burst of outraged speech from the Drawing Room behind her where the other Ladies restored themselves with tea. They had only just reached the uncomfortable conclusion that their ordeal had been deliberately contrived by their quarry, but Lady Noire had been sure of it for some time.

“Where are you, little pale beast?” she murmured. “Where are you hiding? Where are you getting all your food?”

There was only one answer to that as a few questions to her Hostess’s kitchen slaves confirmed. Afterwards, she walked past the row of cages in which crouched the unfortunate ‘dogs’ and thought that they, at least, would be keen to capture the sole survivor of the Hunt as until then they’d be kept caged at nights. She needed allies, but she needed somehow to enlist their aid without the other Ladies getting wind of her plans.

Thoughtfully, she wandered into the small adjoining yard and into the pen where she kept her captive. The little creature shrank instinctively from her touch as she ran a hand down its flanks and thighs, noting the long, firm muscles under its grimy skin. She would come back and feed it later – she had already trained it to eat from her gloved hand – and tomorrow she would have it harnessed to a light racing cart. Then she would test its strength and endurance. But now she would consult Mistress Sarah.

The pattern of the previous night repeated itself; Jane, having rolled thoroughly in the dirt beneath the gorse, went unnoticed as she scavenged for food and paid a regretful visit to her helpless cousin. Long before dawn she was back in hiding and asleep.

Chapter SEVEN

Jane woke to see the carts being pushed out into the yard. Automatically she counted the ‘dogs’ in their cages. All were present, and she watched the ‘ponies’ being harnessed as usual. Then, to her surprise, another vehicle came around the corner, a light racing cart looking frail and spindly among the others. Harnessed between its shafts, bridled and bitted with her blinkers closed shut over her eyes, was her cousin, held on a short leading rein by a bored house-slave.

Jane seethed with anger at the sight of her imprisoned cousin, waiting like a patient beast for its rider, and her rage redoubled when Lady Noire stepped out of the house and mounted the cart. The attendant slave passed her the leading rein and flipped open Carol’s blinkers, then Jane saw the black-gloved hand holding the long whip bring it down on her cousin’s back.

The little cart moved through the gate at a slow walk. The whip came down again, and the pace increased to a slow trot. Jane was surprised; unlike her cousin she had never done any pony-play and she marvelled at how easily the little creature between the shafts pulled the weight behind it. But Carol had pulled heavier carts with heavier drivers many times before, though never for too long or too far.

Lady Noire was pleasantly surprised at the strength of the little body before her. Experimentally, she whipped it into a fast trot, watching with approval the rhythmic pumping of its slender thighs and taut buttocks. It was a well-trained little beast, answering easily to its bit and responding willingly to the tiny flicks of her whip which told it when to exert extra effort. She was quite pleased with it; bringing the cart to a halt she dismounted to inspect its condition.

The little animal was panting, but it was fast recovering its breath; obviously it was by no means exhausted. Lady Noire patted it casually on the rump, wrinkling her nose fastidiously at its strong odour of dung and sweat. Thinking that she must have it perfumed before she took it out it again, she mounted her seat and drove back to the yard.

Jane watched all this with gritted teeth, and she continued to look on as her cousin was led away by a house slave and tethered in the shade to await further employment. The slave went off to fetch a bucket of water, then returned to water Carol from his cupped hand. Then all the the Ladies, elegantly attired as usual, came out and mounted their carts to begin the morning Hunt.

The patient watch from the gorse went on; Jane needed to know that all the Ladies and their carts, and, more importantly, all their ‘hunting dogs’ had returned before she left cover to drink.

While she waited, she was witness to a further indignity inflicted on her cousin. A house slave came from the kitchen bearing a wicker hamper which he strapped to the rear of Carol’s cart. With it firmly secured, he undid her tether, and, with casual brutality, pulled her head around to turn her cart before opening her blinkers and taking his seat behind her. Jane watched with rage in her heart as the slave took up the long whip from its holder and flicked her cousin across her rump. She saw Carol lean into her harness and the cart begin to roll slowly forward. The whip rose and fell once more and the cart picked up speed on its way out of the yard. Moments later Carol was pulling it along across the flat turf at a slow trot in the direction the Hunt had taken.

Rigid with anger, Jane watched Carol disappear into the hazy distance. To see her little cousin treated as a draught animal in so matter of fact a fashion was unbearable, and mad schemes of rescue revolved in her mind before the knowledge of her own helplessness intervened. But she swore that Lady Noire would pay for this degradation.

Jane would have been surprised that her cousin didn’t at all share her feelings of outrage. Carol was well-used to ‘pony play’, although she’d never before even approached the length of time she’d been kept in this role so far, and she didn’t mind pulling the cart; anything was better than being shut up all the time, blind and tethered, in her pen. She leaned willingly into her harness, responding accurately to the slightest pressure on her bit and not resenting in the least the occasional flick of the whip warning her of the need to exert more effort to tackle the little obstacles her driver could see ahead of her. Deep down, she was enjoying the freedom from inhibitions that being an animal brought; oddly, in this her preferred role, she felt no embarrassment about satisfying the needs of her body under the gaze of others, and the slave driving her was one of Lady Sarah’s smallest and lightest.

The young slave lounged in his canvas seat, happy to be spared the long, hot walk to the woods carrying the heavy hamper with the cold drinks for the Huntresses. He looked down at his mount with vague interest, noting the smoothly moving muscles of the shapely little back, buttocks and thighs as she trotted easily along.

“A strong little filly,” he thought with approval, flicking her on her left buttock to encoursge her to surmount a tiny hillock in their path.

When he halted her in the shady clearing where the Ladies sat waiting for their cool drinks, he was glad to see that his mount was breathing easily and not sweating any more than might be expected. He had kept her at a slow trot for this reason, for he feared the wrath of her owner if he exhausted her new possession. Slaves unloaded the hamper and began distributing its contents to their Mistresses, and Lady Noire herself sauntered over to inspect her little ‘pony’. The driver held his breath with apprehension as she looked over the strong little body, then breathed a sigh of relief as she turned away. But then he went rigid with fear as she turned back.

“You, slave!” he heard her snap at him. “Come here!”

He walk the few paces to her and prepared to prostrate himself at her feet as he’d been trained, but she forbade him with a curt word of command.

Standing with his eyes fixed upon the grass at his feet, he shivered internally as she walked around him, her gaze considering and thoughtful.

Finally, she ended her examination, dismissing him with a flick from her whip and ordering him to water his animal and drive her back to the Manor. There he was to ask his Mistress if the beast might be washed down and perfumed, for it was very dirty and it smelt. With relief he saw her walk away. Once the used glasses and empty flasks had been collected and the hamper strapped back in place, he lost no time in making his escape.

Thus it was that Jane was able to watch her cousin returning, this time at a fast trot as the young slave, in sheer high spirits now he was relieved of the oppressive presence of the Ladies, whipped her onwards.

On his return, and when he’d blindfolded his mount and tethered her in the shade, his fear returned. But a Lady had instructed him to address his Mistress with a request, and he had no choice but to obey.

With trepidation, he approached the elegant figure sittting reading under the cedar trees at the edge of the lawn. Although he had been her slave for more than a year, he had never dared speak to her beyond a dutiful “Yes, Mistress!”

“Sir Jasper leered evilly at the back of the divinely tall figure standing in the bay window of her Drawing Room. A hand toying with his cruel black moustache, he advanced silently upon her to take her by the arm.”

“But Guinevere was on the qui vive; swiftly she turned and confronted him, her bosom under her tight bodice heaving with emotion.”

“She drew herself up to her full height, her sapphire-blue eyes flashing.

” “Unhand me, Sir!” she said haughtily.”

“Oh, wow!” thought Mistress Sarah happily, and took another gulp of her iced lemonade.

Then she frowned and cast her eyes down on the prostrate figure that had appeared at her feet. She vaguely recognised him as one of her lesser slaves and wondered at his temerity in approaching her.

“What is it, slave?” she demanded sharply, at the same time prodding him with a delicate shoe.

Humbly he gave her Lady Noire’s message, and waited patiently as his Mistress considered.

“Of course I shall accede to the Lady’s request,” she told him. “And you shall fulfil it. But not now. She has put the beast at my disposal for the present, and it will be useful in sparing the time and energy of my slaves. There will be letters to be taken to the Post Box later, and perhaps other errands it can help them perform. You shall wash it down and clean it when the Hunt returns this evening as its Mistress may desire to drive out before or after dinner. Now go!”

She returned to her book, ignoring the slave who came to all-fours and backed away from his Mistress, only rising to his feet when he was several yards off, and even then walking away from her in reverse, not daring to turn his back upon her.

The Hunt returned, empty-handed and disconsolate, and the various Ladies went off to bathe and change for luncheon. Afterwards they would take a siesta, and after tea the Hunt would set forth again in the cooler air of the late afternoon.

At about one o’clock, in the full heat of the day, Jane left her hiding place to drink as usual. She felt perfectly safe, having carefully counted the Ladies as they returned and checked that all the ‘dogs’ were back in their cages.

She drank her fill, then trotted off to the place she’d chosen to deposit her droppings, far away from her temporary home. On an impulse, she then washed herself all over. It felt good to be clean, and she could easily renew her camouflage. Unwilling to return to the hot and stuffy gorse, she wandered at length in the cool woods. Finally arriving at a spot North of the Manor where the paved road to the Lodge gates ran between pollarded trees.

The country hereabouts was much more open, but Jane, having examined the mettle of her opponents, was confident that she easily outrun any of the ‘dogs’ if she was to be spotted.

She lingered long in this open country, even going as far as the Lodge past which she and her cousin had driven a few days ago where she spied upon the Lodgekeeper and the chained slave whose task it was to open the heavy gates on demand.

The first breath of cooler air told her that the Hunt would soon commence, and she slipped away from the lodge and struck out across the smooth turf towards the woods from which she would regain the gorsey hillock unobserved. Observing a flicker of movement from the corner of an eye, she turned to see her cousin being driven along the paved track towards the Lodge.

Carol came on a fast trot, whipped on by her driver, a slave bigger and heavier than her previous one. He would be punished if the letters he’d been entrusted with missed the next Post, and he plied his lash unsparingly. Jane wept with rage, but there was nothing she could do.

The pattern of events repeated itself; the Hunt grew more and more disheartened and angry, and Lady Noire spent long hours studying the big relief map and revolving plans in her mind. The ‘dogs’ were frustrated in their unusual roles, longing for the elusive little animal to be captured allowing them to return to serving their respective Mistresses. Mistress Sarah had been concerned that Jane, virtually unseen since being released with her cousin from their cage, might have been injured and incapacitated, but the scanty food left for her disappeared every day, and a little pile of fresh droppings was deposited daily in the usual area.

Two mornings later, Lady Noire had perfected her plan for Jane’s capture. Just as dawn was breaking, six of Mistress Sarah’s slaves, grumbling sotto voce at being deprived of their thongs and sandals and being mitted, took the place of six of the ‘dogs’ in their cages. Then the latter, well briefed by Lady Noire, sped off into the early daylight.

Later Jane watched her cousin trot along the track to the Lodge between the shafts of her car. She seemed to make that journey frequently, and today she looked cleaner than usual. Her hair had been pulled back, appropriately enough, into a ‘pony tail’ secured by a bright red ribbon; for some obscure reason this act of decoration angered Jane afresh. Then she looked on as the Hunt left and settled down to wait patiently for its return.

After an hour or so, her cousin, now returned from her errand to the Lodge, was driven across the turf with the usual cool drinks, then, after an interval, driven back again.

Chapter EIGHT

Far beyond Jane’s sight, a tarpaulin in the load bed of one of the two-pony carts was pulled back, and the slight figure of Mistress Sarah’s young slave was revealed. He was quickly hustled away by Lady Noire. Fifteen minutes later he stood before her, clad in an ensemble of her old clothing. Black trousers, black satin shirt, scarlet jacket, black veil under a black hat with a scarlet band, long black gloves covering his hands, from a distance he had a more than passing resemblance to Lady Noire. Without a qualm, she sent him off in the company of her colleagues, driving her great black ‘pony’. She made the rounds of the waiting ‘dogs’ she’d spirited from the Manor that morning, giving them the ropes and nets brought out, along with certain other equipment, under the tarpaulin along with Mistress Sarah’s young slave. Then she settled down to wait for her prey, hoping that the ‘dogs’ would be able to use their gear effectively with their clumsy mitted hands.

At her usual hour of one o’clock, Jane did a final count of the ‘dogs’ and ‘ponies’ in the yard. All were present and correct, and she’d seen all the Ladies return. Slipping easily through the gorse, she ran over to the woods and through them to the stream.

The first pair of ‘dogs’, well hidden on either side of the path, watched avidly as the small, brown and green streaked figure flitted silently past them. Heeding their instructions, they waited until it was out of sight before rising and following.

The next pair of ‘dogs’ were passed by the oblivious Jane, lulled into a false sense of security by her previous immunity; behind her they spread out on either side of the others. Then one of the ‘dogs’ uttered a peculiar bird-like whistle; ahead of them the third pair of ‘dogs’ left their cover and walked openly down the track towards the oncoming Jane.

Rounding a bend in the track, Jane saw them and turned to run. The net clumsily thrown by the first of the ‘dogs’ fell over her head and shoulders. The end of a rope thrown by the ‘dog’ opposite fell neatly into his ‘paw’; together they sprang forward and wound the rope around around their quarry. Soon Jane, trussed and and helpless, was being carried by six pairs of triumphant hands to where their Mistress sat.

The Lady Noire smiled at the sight of Jane, sprawling at her feet. At her signal, two slaves, mitted ‘dogs’ no longer, seized Jane by her wrists and ankles while the others removed the ropes and net which bound her. Thick, padded cuffs were strapped around her ankles and wrists, and linked together with short steel clips. Then her wrists and ankles were linked together. A muzzle and a blindfold rendered Jane completely helpless, and the slaves withdrew, flexing their freed fingers and smiling with satisfaction.

Lady Noire looked down at the prostrate body of her captive, blind, muzzled and helpless at her feet. The little beast seemed even smaller with the ankles of its fore legs linked to those of its hind legs. She rolled it on to its back with one narrow, elegant foot and placed the sole of her shoe upon its neck in token of her possession. Then she flicked it casually with her whip, noting the little start and gasp of shock and pain and the angry red welt that appeared on the flesh of its uppermost buttock. Continuing to flick its body with her lash, she spoke to it thoughtfully.

“So, little pale beast, I have you both now. Shall I harness you to my cart alongside your sister-animal? Or shall I keep you as my lap-dog? You will make an amusing little pet once I have tamed you. You shall eat from my hand and sleep at the foot of my bed, and I shall walk you on a scarlet leash. But we shall see,” she went on.”Perhaps you will be more useful to me as a pony. Have you been trained as a pony, little pale beast? I do so hope not!”

Jane sobbed silently into her stifling muzzle, trying not to react to the endless painful little blows from the whip of her tormentor. But worse was still to come. Lady Noire sent off one the slaves to fetch her cart. When he returned, driving her big black pony, two of the burliest slaves took up a long pole, padded at each end. Jane couldn’t resist a sigh of relief as the link between her fettered wrists and ankles was removed, then she felt the smooth wood of the pole slide past the insides of her fore arms and lower legs. And then she was hoisted from the ground as each slave lifted the pole and placed the padded ends on a broad shoulder. Dangling from the pole by her wrists and ankles, her head lolling downwards, Jane was carried back to the Manor feet first like a captured wild animal.

Jane knew nothing of the excitement and glee of the Hunters, particularly the ‘dogs’, now released from their cages and allowed to shower, put on their thongs and attend to their Mistresses again. She was dumped unceremoniously on the hard ground and left alone. In a far corner of the yard, her blind and tethered cousin was aware of the excitement and wondered vaguely what it was all about.

An hour later Jane was freed of the pole and dragged roughly to her feet. Her arms were pinioned behind her back and forced into a leather arm binder. Her muzzle was removed, and a bridle buckled around her head. She felt cold steel at her lips, insisting on entrance, and she clamped them firmly together until a large hand closed over her nose, forcing her to open her mouth for air. Then the bit was rammed between her teeth and secured behind her head. She felt fingers at her cheek, and heard the click of a halter being attached to a ring of her bridle. There followed a sharp, powerful tug on her bridle, and she staggered forward in response, discovering that her legs were still hobbled in the process.

Jane walked beside her handler, silently sobbing with rage and humiliation, knowing that the arm binders pulled her shoulders back, thrusting out her breasts; knowing that every intimate detail of her body was exposed to the casual gaze. The slave who led her so easily was big and burly, he held her halter high up by her bridle, and Jane could feel the heat from his large hand on her cheek while the hairy skin of his brawny fore arm brushed across the top of her shoulder.

She was halted, and fingers fumbled at her waist, buckling around it a wide, heavy leather belt. Outraged that they intended to put a harness on her, Jane struggled violently, only for her handler to cuff her on the side of her head with a heavy hand.

“Stay still, you little brute!” he told her.

Her head ringing with the force of the blow, Jane stayed as still as she could bear while the hard male fingers continued their task. She shivered as the rounded strap from her belt which divided into the broad shoulder straps was forced into the valley between her breasts. The diamond shaped leather carapace was fitted over her her solar plexus, stomach and groin; its upper corner just below her breast, its lower ending in her modest little bush of pubic hair. She gave a little squeal of outrage as the large oval steel ring attached to this corner of the diamond was positioned around the lips of her vagina. The ring was held in place by the two narrow straps which went between her crotch and up below the cheeks of her firm buttocks to her waist belt.

Her harness secured and checked for tightness, she was led a short distance and halted again. Felling the fingers at her waist again, and realising that she was about to be hitched between the shafts of a cart, Jane uttered a stifled cry of anger. She struggled once more, and her reward was another stunning cuff on the head from the slave holding her. Very soon both slaves left her. She’d heard the slither of leather around wood and she knew that she was tethered by her bridle. Weeping with fear and rage, she awaited the next ordeal.

It was not long in coming. Jane’s keen ears heard the tap of leather soles and concrete and caught a faint whiff of perfume. Her blood ran cold; Lady Noire was near her. Come to gloat, Jane thought at first, but then she sensed movement and heard the soft sound of her tether being unwound from whatever it was tied to. Then her head was pulled around gently but firmly, and instinctively Jane followed, the light cart bouncing behind her.

After she’d been turned in a half-circle, she sensed movement near her face, and smelt Lady Noire’s perfume from a closer range. Her blinkers suddenly flipped open, and she screwed up her eyes against the dazzling light. Then the cart behind her sagged and lurched alarmingly, and she knew that her enemy had mounted it.

Her bit was jerked in her mouth, and she gasped in shock as the whip flicked her upon her left buttock.

“Walk on!” The curt voice was that of Lady Noire, but Jane, seething with anger, stayed stubbornly motionless.

This battle of wills could have only one outcome; a few minutes later, whimpering from the pain of the whip-blows, Jane began walking forward.

Lady Noire watched the straining back of her captive with satisfaction; the little beast was learning, as captive animals must, that the price of disobedience was pain. For the moment she kept it at a slow walk to accustom it to its limited vision and the weight of the cart it was drawing.

Jane walked onwards in sullen fear of the whip at her back, surprised despite herself at the ease with which she was pulling the cart and its passenger along. The shafts, which had transferred part of the weight of the empty cart to bear down on her waist, were now weightless, allowing her to use all her strength to push into her harness. Her view of the world was very restricted; a narrow vertical slot permitting no vision at all to the sides. Because she was obliged to lean forward into her harness she could see very little before her except for a few feet ahead, and despite herself she automatically obeyed the light pressures on either side of her mouth telling her which direction to take.

Behind her, Lady Noire nodded approvingly. The little beast was learning fast. Leaning forward in her seat a little, she brought her whip down casually across the slender haunches of her mount.

The result was all that could be desired. Instinctively Jane jerked forward against her harness to get away from the pain; as a result the cart gained speed, and, after a further blow, she found herself slowly trotting across the turf.

Lady Noire smiled. For a moment she considered whipping the little beast into a full trot, but these were early days. Instead, she drove Jane in a large circle four hundred yards in radius and back into the yard for a further stage in her taming. Throwing the reins to a waiting slave, she gave him a few terse orders. When she’d left, the slave unhitched Jane from the cart and led her away by her bridle, her blinkers closed over her eyes.

Chapter NINE

On their brief journey Jane was led within ten feet feet of her cousin, though neither were aware of it. But Jane felt the concrete beneath her feet alter to smooth stone, and by the change in the atmosphere she guessed she’d been taken indoors. Down a ramp they went, round a sharp corner, and down another long ramp, passing as they went the various dungeons in which the Ladies punished their slaves, all unseen by Jane but producing a shiver of fear in the slave who led her.

A small cellar of about fifteen feet square was their destination. There they found Mistress Sarah’s slave carpenter and her saddle and harness maker, both lent to Lady Noire for her purpose. A thick rotating circular pillar stood in the centre of the room; obviously it was meant to be turned by the long capstan bar which jutted from it horizontally. This the carpenter had modified to be adjustable for height, and when the saddle maker had clamped a bulky leather yoke around Jane’s neck and checked that it rested comfortably upon her shoulders the yoke was clamped to the bar. Then the bar was adjusted for height and secured in place. When they were satisfied, they left her alone in the darkness.

Jane took what little stock of her position she was able. Her neck and shoulders were rigidly held by the thick padding of the yoke, and the bar had been set at such a height that she was bent forwards a little at the hips. The air was hot and humid, and she could feel a stone floor beneath her feet. And that was the sum total of what she could learn about her condition. Closing her eyes behind her blinkers, she tried to get as comfortable as she could.

The sound of approaching feet brought her to full awareness and she listened carefully. There was the clack of of a woman’s leather soles, the heavier sound of a slave’s sandals, and the light patter of bare feet. They stopped a few feet from her, and she stiffened in apprehension.

Lady Noire smiled mockingly at her captive before making a cursory gesture at the sandal-shod slave holding the his barefoot fellow on a leash. He led his charge to the rotating central pillar to which the capstan bar was fitted and locked a chain to his steel collar. Thrusting a pony-whip into his hand, he left him and joined Lady Noire in the doorway.

She nodded curtly at the chained slave with the whip; at once he brought it down across the taut protruding haunches of the little woman yoked to the bar.

Lady Noire smiled again as Jane uttered a little gasp of shock and pain and began to move forwards, pushing her shoulders into the yoke. She waited as the slave brought Jane up to a slow walk before he pressed one of the switches on a panel fixed to the central column. Jane slowed a little, then resumed her pace, encouraged by a flick from the slave’s whip. Another switch was pressed, then another. As each switch was pressed, the load on Jane’s yoke increased, and the slave only stopped when she was panting lightly, her body leaning fully into the yoke. Satisfied, Lady Noire and her attendant went away, leaving the cellar door open to provide a dim light for the tethered slave to see his target.

In the elegant salons of the mansion large fans hanging from the ceilings began to turn slowly. The elaborately dressed Ladies glanced up at them, welcoming the stirring of the warm, scented air. They spared not a thought for whoever was trudging round and round like a blind ox in the darkness far below their feet.

Jane plodded on and on, in constant terror of the unseen whip at her back. After a time she fell into a sort of hypnotic trance in which the only realities were her steady panting and the smooth movements of the muscles of her calves, thighs, buttocks and back, broken into now and then by the lightning-swift sting of the lash. The demands of her full bladder gradually broke into her reverie and she automatically began to slow to a stop to empty it. Quick as thought, the lash fell on her back. Stifling a sob of despair, she increased her speed again. Finally she had no choice; still keeping up the same steady pace, she urinated, the warm liquid splashing down between her thighs with each step.

Not until the last Lady, yawning delicately behind her delicate paper fan, had gone to bed was Jane released, and then only to be tethered in a corner of the cellar on a heap of dirty straw. She was fed and watered, then left in the darkness to sleep. It seemed only minutes passed before she was yoked to the bar again and trudging on her endless journey. This time she was turning the fans in the kitchens, and the sweating slaves, preparing breakfast for their Mistresses, glanced up and were grateful.

Lady Noire kept Jane to her task for three endless days until she judged her spirit had been broken enough for her to be brought back into daylight. This time, when Jane was harnessed to her cart, she obeyed immediately. Lady Noire drove her round for an hour or so; satisfied with Jane’s new docility and obedience, she generously put her, along with her cousin, at the disposal of Mistress Sarah and any other Lady who wanted a drive or had errands for their slaves.

For the two cousins the next few days became a routine of being driven here and there by various people, both Ladies and slaves, most of whom they never even saw. Kept blindfolded except when actually being driven, the first warning they would receive was the sound of footsteps, usually those of a slave, then the sound of their tethers being untied from the fence. Their heads would be wrenched round and they would be led forwards a few feet before being halted again. The opening of their blinkers and the lurching of their carts would come next, then the slapping of their reins on their shoulders. A flick of their driver’s whip on a buttock and Jane and Carol would lean into their sweaty harnesses and pull their carts forward, faster and faster, obeying the whip at their backs and the guiding pressure of the reins on their bits.

Carol was in her element at this treatment, revelling in being a ‘real’ pony, her shyness at being observed relieving herself forgotten. But Jane still writhed occasionally at the mental picures she couldn’t help summoning up; of herself, naked and harnessed between the shafts of a cart. A further insult was inflicted when, like her cousin’s, her own hair was scraped back into a pony-tail and secured with a bright red ribbon. That she should be so bedecked at her Mistress’s whim was unbearable.

When Lady Noire drove her (and she always knew by the whiff of subtle scent which came to her nose, and by the firm, self-assured touch on her reins) Jane still seethed with humiliation. Sometimes she raged at the trivial natures of the errands she and the slave who drove her were continually sent on, errands on which she was made to run a mile each way to bring a bucket of ice for the Ladies’ drinks, or a fan, or a book some Lady had forgotten to bring back from some secluded glade where she’d been reading. The track to the Lodge became boringly familiar to her, so much so that she knew every little bump and hollow on its surface. Often she would see her cousin pulling her own little cart, panting and sweating like herself. Her vision, when she was allowed it, was firmly restricted by her blinkers, but occasionally some careless slave would forget to blind her before tethering her, and then she would see the Ladies walking elegantly along the raked and weeded paths around the Mansion, or sitting at tables on the lawn under the trees, sipping cold drinks while their slaves attended to their every whim, and then Jane would writhe anew.

The days continued hot and sunny, the nights, which the cousins spent tethered in the same stall, were still and chilly. Occasional short-lived thunderstorms occurred, always in the late afternoons, and then Jane and Carol would be driven through the rain to recover oddments of discarded clothing, fans, parasols and the like while the Ladies, having been transported by their slaves back to the house in dry comfort and in good time, sat drinking tea on the terrace.

But the worst times for Jane were the evenings, when the Ladies had dined. Before her meal, Lady Noire woiuld usually have her two ‘little pale beasts’ – as she would refer to them – harnessed side by side between the shafts of a two-seater cart in case she wanted a ride after dinner. Sometimes she drove them out, either alone or carrying with her a friend; sometimes she lent then to another Lady or Ladies. And sometimes they were left to stand in blind patience until a slave was sent to unharness them and put them away in their stall when the last Lady had gone to bed.

One particular velvet-soft evening, sweetly scented with night-flowering shrubs, Carol and Jane had been left harnessed to their individual carts. Lady Noire and one of her friends, a certain Lady Bronwyn, drove them out for a ride, intending to stop en route and take their coffee and digestifs at a little gazebo half a mile away.

Jane was vaguely wondering why she and her cousin hadn’t been harnessed together that evening, and what their Mistress intended for them, when her halter was untied and she was led away. She felt the concrete of the yard under her feet change to the clipped turf of the lawn, then she was halted by the slave leading her. A moment or so later, she heard the distinctive lightness of her Mistress’s feet on the turf, accompanied by a heavier tread. Her cart heeled under the weight of her driver taking her seat, then her blinkers were flipped open, dazzling her with the dim evening light. Allowed a moment to adjust her eyes she noticed the rear of her cousin’s cart, above it the dark shape of her driver’s back. Then the whip fell across Jane’s haunches and she leaned obediently into her harness.

She very soon realised that she was being driven by a Lady other than her Mistress. The other Lady was heavier, for one thing, and she was by no means as skilful in driving her as Lady Noire, sawing with the reins on Jane’s mouth as she drove her uncertainly in the wake of the other cart and using the whip to punish rather than to encourage her.

Jane was panting heavily when she caught up with her cousin, considerately brought to a stop by Lady Noire at the edge of the woodland. The two Ladies exchanged a few words, then Lady Noire flicked Carol’s rump with her whip and drove her into the wood at a walk. Lady Bronwen’s inexpert lash caught Jane painfully high on her back, and she uttered a little, stifled gasp of pain as she pulled the cart into motion. Head down, she followed the other cart into the wood.

The two Ladies drove around the wood for half an hour or so before going to the gazebo where slaves was waiting for them with coffee in a silver flask and a selection of digestifs. Little coloured lights had been strung in the branches of the nearby trees, and the rendezvous presented an almost fairy-like appearance as they came to it from the gloom of the wood. With glad little cries the Ladies dismounted and took their seats at the marble table after tossing the reins of their ponies to an attendant slave.

Carol and Jane waited patiently, tethered side by side to a sapling several yards downwind from where the Ladies sat. Jane had not been blindfolded on this occasion, and both Ladies were fully in her narrow field of vision though she couldn’t see her cousin only a few feet away. She could smell the rich aroma of their coffee and saliva flooded her mouth; treated since their arrival as animals, neither cousin had drunk anything but water. She wondered just how long they had been at Mistress Sarah’s, and how long they were to remain. The Feminine Domination session was to last three weeks, and she unsuccessfully tried to count how many days must pass before she and Carol resumed human roles again. But the days since she had been trapped by Lady Noire and made into a draught animal for her convenience blurred into each other, so alike in their drudgery as to be identical. A tiny scream of dismay from Lady Bronwen caught her attention.

“Oh dear!” she wailed. “I’ve left my cigarette holder on the terrace!”

At once her companion snapped a curt order at a slave and he walked briskly over to where Jane and Carol stood. Seconds later Jane was being driven at a fast trot back to the Mansion.

This was not the only time that evening in which one or other of the cousins was driven off at speed to fetch some trifle or other considered necessary to the Ladies’ comfort. Fresh coffee, more ice, a silken wrap for Lady Bronwen, who was feeling chilly as the evening advanced, all of these and more.

At last the lateness of the hour persuaded Lady Noire’s companion to return to the house for a nightcap before bed. She drove away with Carol between the shafts, leaving Jane alone with her Mistress and the slaves patiently waiting to clear away the debris of the evening. Lady Noire called out to her personal slave.

“I shall go for a drive in the moonlight,” she told him. “I may be some time. See to it that a bath is drawn for me, and a hot drink and Brandy await me on my return!”

“Yes, Mistress!” he replied humbly. Striking him with her whip as a token of dismissal, she turned and walked slowly over the short, sweet-smelling turf to where Jane was tethered. Halting at her side, she ran her narrow hand down Jane’s back and flanks.

It was one of those occasions when Jane’s blinkers had been closed over her eyes when her driver had left her. Too far from her Mistress to have heard her conversation, she’d had no notion of her intentions.She stiffened as the casual hand swept down her body, and she heard the unmistakeable voice of her Mistress.

“I am not yet tired enough to desire rest, my little pale beast. You certainly are tired; but that is of no moment. I shall go for a ride, and you shall pull my cart under my direction. That is the way of things between a human being and an animal she has trapped and tamed!”

Jane clenched her teeth on her bit at these insulting words. Her blinkers were opened to the straight-ahead position, then she felt her cart heel as her Mistress mounted it. The reins jerked her bit, the whip flicked her buttocks, and she leaned wearily into her harness and began to walk forwards.

Whether out of an unlikely consideration for Jane’s tiredness, or because she wished to prolong her own time in the cool night air, Lady Noire kept Jane at a slow trot, even allowing her to drop into a walk whenever there was an uphill slope in their path. Jane trudged on in that state of blessed indifference she had come to welcome; her vision limited to a few feet in front of her, automatically responding to the gentle pressures on her mouth which told her which way to turn and to the painful little flicks of the whip which told her when to exert extra effort. In this state of self-imposed hypnosis, it was some time before she realised that her Mistress was talking to her in her low, clear voice.

“I have said that I have tamed you, little pale beast, but that is not really true. Rather, I have trained you to obey me under fear of punishment. But, when I have truly tamed you – and I SHALL tame you, little pale beast – then you shall obey because your beast mind will not be able to conceive of any alternative to obedience. I shall make of you a friendly, docile, obedient little animal. I have not the time here and now, but you will come to me to be tamed when I command you; you and your pale beast of a sister, too|! But she will be easy to tame; she is very submissive. As for you; I do not think that you are submissive at all, and that will make my success the sweeter. But someone has tamed you in the past; I wonder who he was? I can see the invisible collar you wear; did he put it around your neck? Or did you do it at his command? You have been a real animal; and you shall be one again. I have you on an invisible leash, and you shall come to me when I call to you.”

Jane, panting as she drew her cart across a patch of rough ground, only half-heard this soliloquy, though its words were later to become engraved on her mind. The whip flicked her hard on her rump, and she broke into a weary trot.

“Run, little pale beast; pant and sweat in yoiur harness!” she heard her Mistress say. “I grow chilly, and I want my hot drink, my Brandy and my bath before I go to my warm, soft, scented bed. And you; you will want to be given water and allowed to sleep in the straw of your pen. Run; little pale beast – run under my whip!”

So saying, Lady Noire brought down the lash in a flurry of blows on the slender back and haunches before her.

Chapter TEN

Unknown to either cousin, Lady Noire and her entourage left the Mansion early the next morning. The long session was winding down; there were only five days remaining, and, while several new Ladies appeared to spend a few days with Mistress Sarah, more left than came. The weather grew hotter and the cousins spent much of their time yoked together in the cellar, turning the blades of the big fans in the house above them.

Saturday was the day the session was to to end, and, by tradition, the Friday was ‘Slaves’ Freedom Day’, the day allotted for the slaves to become used again to being fully clad ready to resume their normal lives. In the late afternoon of Thursday all the slaves were freed, including those under punishment in the dungeons, and the cousins too, although some of the Ladies made a little moue of displeasure at the prospect of being deprived of cool air in the Salons for the next two evenings. But their Hostess was obdurate; the ‘animals’ would be freed along with the slaves.

Jane and Carol were led up from the cellar for the last time. They stood in dull astonishment as busy fingers undid the straps and buckles of their harness, as their arm binders and their bridles were removed at last. Finally, blinking in the sunlight, they found themselves standing unrestrained in the yard behind the kitchens among the bustling of cheerful slaves.

“Welcome back, you two!” a kindly slave told them. “Use our showers, then see Perkins for your clothes. The Mistress wants to see you!”

Their hands stole out to find each other, hand in hand they stared about them. No one was taking any notice of them at all; seeing the doorway to the slave showers they walked timidly towards them, strangely ill at ease at the novel feeling of being able to move around at will after so many days of restraint. But Jane’s first moment of freedom, now that she had the use of her hands, was to remove the hated red ribbon securing her pony-tail and shake her hair free about her face even before she took out the little pastic gag imprisoning her tongue.

Later, fully clean for the first time since their arrival, they went in search of the Butler. As they padded bare-foot along a thickly-carpeted corridor, Carol began to giggle.

“Oh, Jane!” she whispered. “We’re still naked – except for our collars!”

To her delight, Carol saw her cousin blush a deep crimson all over her face and neck and down to her breasts. But her giggle was so infectious, and the total lack of interest shown by everyone that met so reassuring, that Jane began to giggle helplessly in response.

Perkins, when they’d tracked him down in the Morning Room, gazed gravely at the two naked little women, only a twinkle in his eyes indicating his true feelings. A stickler for protocol, as a good Butler must needs be, he had decided that their true position, when they were not in role, was that of Ladies and therefore his superiors. True, they both wore collars, but he been assured that this was an affectation of certain young ladies and that he was to regard it as merely a mild eccentricity.

“If the ladies would follow me,” he murmured, “I shall show you to your suite where your, er, garments await you.”

His stately figure preceded them up a broad flight of stairs, along a lushly-carpeted corridor, and halted by a polished wooden door. Opening it, he ushered them into a luxuriously appointed Reception Room. Beyond that, in a delicately scented, entirely feminine bedroom, they saw their freshly-washed and pressed dresses lying upon the large, soft single bed. For the first time, he seemed a little nonplussed; a mere male confronted with feminine mysteries.

“I’m told that these garments,” he said, indicating the simple dresses, “are the only articles of clothing the Ladies arrived wearing – apart from your footwear, of course.” He paused helplessly before continuing. “If the Ladies require additional garments …?”

Carol giggled.

“Our dresses will be quite sufficient, Perkins!” she told him regally.

“Very good, Miss Carol,” he replied, scarcely hiding his relief at being able to change the subject. “Tea is being served upon the terrace where my Mistress will meet you later.”

Left alone, the two cousins wandered about examining their surroundings before taking another shower, this time employing the delicately scented soap left out for them. Then, after perfuming themselves lightly, they put on their dresses and sandals, giggling together at the novel feeling of light, cool silk on their bare bodies. Hand in hand before the huge mirror, they spent a few minutes in innocent admiration before their reflections, from the golden halos of their hair, still fluffed out from its drying, to the tiny gilt sandals on their shapely little feet. Still holding each other’s hands, they made their way to the terrace.

It felt odd to be seated on comfortable, padded chairs after so many days confined to either standing between the shafts of their carts or lying in the straw of their pen, and odder still to regard from the terrace the fence to which they has spent so many hours blind and tethered, draught animals patiently waiting to be driven away. Carol eyes glistened with her memories, but Jane gazed out sombrely, remembering her past anger and outrage. The words of her captor came to her mind. Perhaps, she thought, I am not really of a submissive nature. Then a further phrase of Lady Noire’s presented itself. “You will come to me to be tamed when I command you” she had said, and Jane gave a little shiver at the memory. She was Jane, wild and free; she would not be a tame animal!

Mistress Sarah joined them, accompanied by her slave-husband, Mark. Both congratulated the pair on their devotion to their roles and expressed unstinting admiration of their stamina. That evening, at the dinner in which the slaves joined their Mistresses and dined on human food, the cousins were feted by everyone present, sitting side by side on Mistress Sarah’s right hand.

Friday passed in a pleasant, restful haze, and on Saturday morning their Hostess herself drove them to the car park by the Lodge in a cart pulled by four laughing, volounteer slaves.

On their way home, Carol continued to marvel at their recent experiences, over and over again expressing her determination to repeat them. Jane, however, remained more circumspect; she did not altogether like being an animal, she decided. All the same, the little thrill that appeared whenever she thought about it refused to leave her.