Fantasy or Reality
written and orgasmed over by poenkitten
55. Slip Sliding Away
Merci had attended the races with her Master Skruffy....seeing more
than she had ever bargained for. With each slaves torment Merci had
drawn further and further into herself, remaining silent until Skruffy
had ordered her to the car. There had been little said...Skruffy's
point was made. She was his to do with as he wished..there was no
escape...and moreover...his pleasures in her flesh could take a
decidedly nasty turn. Merci barely dared to look up at Skruffy. She
hated his knives...with a passion, but after watching one slave beaten
with a burning quirt and another having cock skinned...she would no
longer dare to protest, lest she anger her owner.
"In the back seat is a small black bag..put what you find in it on."
Merci glanced around at the road, and then obeyed...traffic was light
so far...what could be embarrassing about so small a bag. Pulling it
to the front seat she opened it and then looked at Skruffy in horror.
"Remove your clothes and put what is in there on...I am sure you can
figure out what goes where without instruction." Merci drew several
masses of chainmail from the bag. The pieces were small and not
elaborate, as she removed them she uncovered a garment of transparent
white silk. Her face turned a bright crimson as she fumbled with the
buttons of her blouse. Skruffy kept an eye on her as she undressed
slowly in the car. He was enjoying her discomfort as other drivers
streamed past them. A soft groan of embarrassment as her breast swung
free accompanied her fumbling with the first piece of silk. Little
more than a thin tapered scarf, she slide it behind her back and
brought it over her breasts to tie at the back of her neck. She could
see her dark nipples showing clearly through the cloth. She picked up
several pieces of the chain mail finally finding the one that was
apparently the top. It was grecian in form, the links forming a wide
open pattern. As she fitted it over her head and fastened it...she
could see how her nipples poked through the pattern, delineated and
defined by the mail. Nothing was left to the imagination, but at the
same time, everything was "covered".
"Hurry up mercie...or shall I pull over so you can do this in the
middle of a rest area?" Merci blanched..there would be people
there...he couldn't. Her fingers raced to unfasten her shorts. In the
confines of the car there was little room for her to edge the form
fitting shorts off, try as she might. Terrified that he would stop the
car, she raised her hips and shimmied out of them. Movement caught her
attention out of the corner of her eye and she turned her head to see
a young man grinning appreciatively at her. With a gasp she realized
that her hips were above the window level and that he could see
everything as she struggle out of the hip-huggers. It took forever to
get the shorts to where she could remove them and drop her ass back to
the cold vinyl seat, and she was acutely aware of the lewd faces that
the young man was making at her. He had apparently enjoyed the
glimpses of her shaven cunt. Her fingers fumbled with the chain mail
peice...a heavy g-string. The metal was ice cold as it molded around
her cunt and she drew the belt up between her ass cheeks and around
her waist. The thick strap forced her ass to separate. With a long
glance at skruffy...she attached and fastened the slave bells around
her ankles and wrists. She could see the extra fasteners and wondered
what he would use them for. Silently she folded her clothing and
placed it in the back...then tried to huddle on the front
seat..effectively she was clothed but naked...everything could be seen
and the breeze from the open windows fluttered the silk beneath the
chainmail. She wondered where they were going as they drove into the
night.
NuBaby woke screaming. Her body thrashed as she darted her eyes about
the room in fear.
Nooooononononononononnomore...please....no...wait..what? Her eyes
registered the fact that she was in Tony's room...but the angle was
wrong. Slowly it dawned on her that she was chained not to the floor
or stool but the bed...clean sheets rustled beneath her as she tried
to draw her limbs together.
She was chained in place but had really expected nothing else, and she
began to relax as much as she could on her recently self crushed tits.
Forced to lay on her belly she could feel the vulnerability wash over
her..along with the pain and taste of cum. She could barely hear the
repeating words from the tape, but her mind laspsed into the cadence
as she was forced to rest. "you love your Master, your love the pain,
you do not want to ever leave him, anything he wants you freely
do...you love your Master, you love the pain, you do not want to leave
him, anything he wants you freely do."
NuBaby jerked up with a start, not even realizing that she had fallen
asleep. what..what was that sound? Her mind
focused...footsteps...frantically she jerked at the chains holding
her, twisting her head she could see Tony and LA's looming forms just
barely. Fear washed over the girl as they separated and she could feel
them sitting on the bed on either side of her. There was nothing of
her flesh that did not hurt or burn...nothing that had not be ravaged,
raped, pierced, tormented...and she cringed into the bed. Gently Tony
began to stroke her back, calming her. "You pleased me slut..you gave
a good ride...shhhhhhhhh" NuBabys mind whirled...when would the pain
come, he never was kind to her...she was startled by the thrill that
raced over her flesh as he touched her. Trying to lift her weary head
so that she could see him, she was surprised when he gently supported
it, allowing her eyes to see the smile on his face. Her body trembled,
she had pleased him and he was gentle with her...she had tortured
herself for him, at his command, and she earned a rest...on a clean
bed. But...but...he held her prisoner..he had her achilles tendons
cut, she was crippled... he was cruel..no. She had earned that, she
had forced him to do that to her, No...she had done nothing to earn
it, ...but threaten him, fight him, steal food..but she was hungry and
scared...she had earned it. He had raped her and jammed needles into
her cunt and torn his way into her ass...and you loved it cunt...it
hurt and you loved it...you didn't need to curse him, fight him...you
always wanted someone to be rough with you and now that you found
someone...but he is holding me prisoner...he knows what he wants...and
takes it. She never realized when she began to moan or grind against
the bed.
LAGuardian watched the play of emotions on the sluts face. He could
not read the cunts thoughts but knew what they must be. He nodded to
Tony...it was beginning to work...she was questioning her own
values..actions, slowly aligning against herself with her owner. It
was time for a little more gentleness. Tony glanced at LA and agreed,
his eyes hard and cold, with Guardians help, she would soon be his, a
terrified needing toy, jumping to his every whim, but afraid to dare
even think of escape. He picked up the bowl from the floor and lifted
a spoon from it. "Eat for me cunt." NuBaby's mind recoiled along with
her stomach...she had received nothing but garbage over the past week,
even being made to root in the mud like a pig for tidbits of discarded
food. But if she disobeyed him, made him angry she would be
punished...and she would deserve it....reluctantly and obediently she
opened her mouth, afraid to find out what noxious mess he was spooning
into the raw flesh.
ROCKY ROAD ICE CREAM!!!!!!!!!! Soothing rich chocolate, tender tiny
marshmallows, morsels of roasted almonds!!!!! and so cold, so gentle
on her mouth. A Treat...she EARNED a treat!!!!! NuBaby nearly wept in
joy as she sucked spoonful after spoonful of the sweet cold cream from
the spoon. Tony scraped the last from the bowl and fed the trembling
slave. He had not thought of measuring brutality with kindness...of
keeping her so off balance that she began to beg for one treatment to
earn the other. But it was working. LAGuardian began to uncuff the
girl. It was time. She could not be permitted to rest fully yet.
Mary and Tom looked down at their own neglected slave. So much time
had been spent caring for other slaves that karen had languished
alone. Obediently she had followed her owners during their days,
serviced them as they called for it, but was finding a strange
restlessness growing in her. Mary examined the scar from the
hysterectomy and the healing rings in the girls cunt. She still could
not handle too rough an abuse, the surgical scar could open, the rings
tear and infect, but she was fit enough for play. "Karen we are going
out...you are going to get ready...on your own. Here is what you will
wear." Mary laid out what appeared to be a business outfit...karen was
confused but crawled into her bathroom to wash herself inside and
out. It was not easy to give herself the required enema nor the
freezing douche but at last she felt she was ready to dress and meet
approval.
The first garment to put on was a whalebone corset, she looked and saw
that it laced instead of fastening, and wondered how she was to do it
herself. Slipping it over her head, she waited for Tom or Mary to
notice that she needed help. Laughing Tom gripped the laces and began
to pull them. Karens ribs and waist slowly shrank as he tightened the
laces in order. To get the tightest tension on the laces as possible
he planted his foot on her ass and pulled finally tieing them off in a
double bow at the bottom. Karen struggled to breathe..her waist had
gone from 28" to barely 13" under the tight lacing. As her organs
moved to accommodate the corset, her breasts bulged over the top of
the bodice. She knelt up and Tom adjusted them so that her nipples
protruded over the cups.
Karen picked up the soft sheer blouse that Mary laid out for
her..slideing it on she smoothed it carefully . She was not really
surprised to find that the decorative pockets on it were detachable
nor was the brand on her tit hidden, instead the sheerness of the
material seemed to make it stand out even more. At last came a severe
skirt in a soft gray. Karen looked at it and sighed...the front had an
overlap pleat, giving some illusion of solidity, but the back was
split and pleated. She could see that her ass could be exposed at
will. Fastening the skirt around her she picked up the matching jacket
and put it on. Thigh high stockings and matching gray heels completed
the ensemble. Dressed she waited on her knees silently. She expected
the wheelchair to be brought.
"Stand up slut" Marys voice was neutral..."Do you want to ruin those
stockings...GET UP." Karen shook her head no...and struggled to feet
she had not used in nearly two weeks. She teetered on the 4" heels as
she tried to gain her balance. The corset was making it difficult for
her to breathe and she had never worn heels this high. She was acutely
aware of her ass being raised as she tried to stand as straight as
possible. Mary slid her hand through the front of the skirt and lifted
it, to attached a pair of jingle bells to the clit ring along with a
tag and a chain. Karen moaned softly as the tag and bells dropped
against her thighs. "If you get separated from us slut...and I KNOW
you wont." Mary tugged on the chain yanking the girls clit.."Just show
someone the tag..they will bring you home...when they are finished
with you of course." Karen shook lightly, she would not dare speak, a
new shock collar rested on her throat under the collar of the
blouse...she would have to obey...her mind cast back to the shame and
pain of servicing all of the men in the bar, she would not lose track
of her owners....
Mary smoothed down the skirt and while the girl was lost in revery set
off at a brisk walk, yanking the clit chain. With a yelp Karen hurried
to catch-up her face turning scarlet as she heard the jingling bells
bouncing against her thighs.
Tom had brought the van around and waited while his wife settled their
slut in the back. Mary forced Karens legs open as she sat on the seat
and cuffed them to the floor braces. Quickly securing the girls wrists
to the arm rests she turned to her husband. "Ok she is seat belted
in...lets go." Tom turned the van out of the driveway and headed for
his downtown office. This was going to be a good day.
It was only a matter of 45 minutes before Tom turned into a parking
garage and steered the van underground into his reserved slot. He
could have taken them into his private elevator and up to his office,
but chose instead to lead Karen along the walkway to the front of the
building. Mary and Tom set a brisk pace with Karen nearly trotting
behind them. Every step was accompanied by a jingle as the bells
bounced and danced on her rapidly moving thighs. She hurried to keep
slack between her and Miss, fearing for the chain to be pulled taut.
Her mind reeled as she spotted the huge bronze revolving
doors...surely they wouldn't ....but they did...Tom pushing through
first with Mary right on his heels...she played out the chain as Karen
leaped into the next chamber, her skirt flapping open as the chain
yanked at her clit.
Her breath came in short gasps as she was ejected from the door,
flustered she tried to straighten her outfit, as Tom greeted the front
desk man heartily. "Jerry good to see you on duty....Hows the wife?"
"Just fine Mr. Tom...And will your guest be signing in Sir?" Everyone
who entered the building had to sign in and out, and Jerry was well
aware of the rules. Karen kept her eyes on the floor as she waited.
"WELLLLLL...sign in!" Dutifully she signed the guest ledger and the
time she had entered under Tom and Mary's signatures. "We will see you
later Jerry." Karen caught a glimpse of Jerry's hand as he pulled the
ledger back towards him. It was a well made black hand, with fine
fingers. Her attention was caught by the yank on the clit ring and she
hurried to catch up. "Uh...Sir...Is there something jingling? Did you
drop some change?" Tom halted and grinned back at Jerry..."Yep and
Nope. Show him Karen." Karen panicked...show him...here...a
stranger...The yank on the chain told her they meant business. Jerry
walked over...he already knew what his boss liked in women...and how
he treated them...but best of all was the bonus times when Jerry would
be given the honor of sharing one of the sluts with his boss. He
waited...her hands shaking so badly she could barely raise the skirt,
karen pulled the flap back to reveal to the man the rings set in her
cunt, decorated with the bells and tag. "Hmmmm...looks like she is a
fine cunt Sir, May I?" His deep voice held a mocking tone. "Of course
Jerry the slut is open for anyone to feel or use...go right
ahead...spread bitch!" His fingers probed her cunt for a minute and
then lifted the tag so he could read it...bending over to block
anyone's view who might enter the building. "Ahhh she is your property
and Dr.'s of course....then she will be around for a while." He
offered his fingers to Karen to clean...her mouth sucked the juices of
her cunt off them. "Come up for lunch Jerry...I think you will find it
interesting."
Karen wanted to sink through the floor as she was lead away to the
elevators, Jerry's mocking laugh and promise ringing in her ears.
