The Old Courtroom

Introduction for chapter three.

Hi all friends of my story

Please read the introduction as has some important news for you.

I know I have kept you waiting for a long time for the next chapter but I have an explanation.

I have always wanted this story to be unique and something special. Therefore it is important that it is well written and that the grammar is as perfect as it can be in order to make it a pleasure to read. I found a native English writer who helped me correcting it but he seems to have left me. I received some messages from him telling me why and that he still was ready to do it. But now I just can’t wait any longer as well as I don’t think it is fair to keep you waiting any longer for the next chapter.

My “fuel” for continuing is the reviews I receive for the story. I made a group for the story and the only demand for joining the group was a review for the story. Yahoo decided to delete the group and all work done in the group was gone. I have some plans concerning group for the story. First I just want you to join the group http://groups.msn.com/FriendsoftheoldCourtroom. I haven’t done much in this group yet and I am not sure if it will be the future group for the story but if you join I will be able to tell about new plans.

As the group isn’t something special yet I have decided to let you all join if you are interested in order read news concerning the progress with the story and so on.

I haven’t decided yet if I will do the work necessary to create a new group for the story as I’m afraid it just will be deleted again. If some of you are ready to help me creating a group for the story I’ll be more than happy to provide exciting stuff for uploading in the group. If some of you visited the old group you know I had a lot of nice and exciting stuff for underlining the story and make it more exciting reading it.

I have found two slaves who will help me writing the story and be “poor” victims in the story and go through the cruel training and ordeals. Furthermore I have found a Mistress as well. I’m sure it will improve the story and make it even more exciting to read.

Though I have found co-writers I still want both dominating and submissive women to mail me if you are interested in this project. Please don’t be afraid that it will be too much work and impossible to combine with normal life. I decide the speed and if you due to personal reasons have to slow down for a while we just slow down. It is supposed to be fun and pleasure and not a pain in the ass. My plan is to make a special group for possible co-writers. Then it will be possible for females not participating to write suggestions for new chapters and to help us to make sure we are on the right track.

For males interested I suggest you join the MSN group as this will make it possible for you to write messages in the group and give us suggestions as well.

I have found two peoples ready to help me dong the proof-reading. I would be happy to have more for this job as normal life sometimes makes it difficult to take the time needed for the job. It’s an important issue as the proof-reading makes sure it is a pleasure reading the story. It is of no matter if it is a male or a female. I prefer females as I just love to write with women sharing my desire but it is not a demand.

All this means that:

- If you are a female sub and you would love to be one of the ‘poor’ victims in the story and help me writing it then please write a letter to mickni2000@graffiti.net

- If you are a female Dome and you love to be cruel to women or both women and men and you would like to help me writing the story then please write a letter to mickni2000@graffiti.net.

- If you are a female or a male and you are ready to help me doing the proofreading of the story then please write a letter to mickni2000@graffiti.net.

- If you are interested in creating a group for the story, then feel free to do it and write me a letter using the address mickni2000@graffiti.net and tell the name of the group and if you want me to send you stuff for the group.

Chapter four will be uploaded within a few days. It only need minor adjustment before it is ready and I’m sure you will all love it, just wait and see!!!

The main reason for uploading this adjusted chapter is that my new slave wanted to make it more personal to her in order to make sure she really felt it was her in the story.

And now I think you deserve what you have been waiting for. I hope you all enjoy this adjusted and proof-read chapter more than the previous one. I really think my new proof-reader has done a marvellous job and removed all my stupid faults due to the fact that I’m not a native English writer. I proudly present The Old Courtroom, chapter three:

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The Old Courtroom

Chapter three

The search for the old dungeon.

Mick had decided to leave the diary for a while and instead he would look for this excellent dungeon and underground prison so nicely described in the diary.

He had seen an old ruined building not far away and decided to visit it. He actually found a secret entrance for an underground cellar and he was extremely excited entering it but he was as disappointed like he was excited when he saw what it contained. It only was an old cellar probably used for wine or vegetables and now it looked like the tramps in the area used it for temporary home.

After this disappointment he drove to the local library to check old drawing of houses in the area as well as he went to all the public offices, which could contain drawings of old houses. He actually found a very old drawing of his own house but no cellar was shown at any pages. Disappointed again he drove home and decided to do some clearing in the cellar.  He had checked this cellar several times in the hope that he would find something indicating that this was the area but until now he had had no luck at all. During the cleaning he decided to totally empty a large from floor to ceiling cupboard with a lot of shelves.

During the clearing up he noticed a small lid located at the left side of the large cupboard close to the ceiling. He opened it and saw a handle inside a hole in the wall. Pulling it he heard some clicks but save for this nothing happened. A sign had been located on the handle with the inscription air intake cellar. As the cellar sometimes was quite damp Mick wanted to find out where these intakes were located in order to make it possible for him to ventilate the cellar. The clicks he had heard came from the middle of the cupboard. He had opened all doors and removed the old stuff stored in it. The middle of the cupboard had no shelves as it was used for old unused clothes such as raincoats and so on hanging from a pipe located at the top of the cupboard. When checking more carefully he noticed a steel frame at the back wall of the cupboard. At first sight it looked like a frame for holding the back wall of the cupboard but he noticed something else. At the top and the bottom of the steel frame he found two small handles almost hidden in the wall. He had never seen them due to all the old stuff stored in the cupboard. He moved the two handles to the left excited to see what happened. Nothing happened at all. He tried to pull in the steel frame but it didn’t move at all due to his efforts. Then he got the idea to try the handle named air intake at the left side of the cupboard again. Again he heard the click but this time something else did happen. The left side of the steel frame had moved a few inches revealing that it was more than a frame. It actually was a floor to ceiling door and now it could be opened.

Mick’s heart almost stopped beating. “God in heaven, have I found it? Has it really been hidden in my cellar all the time and I just didn’t know about it!”

He stopped breathing while dragging in the heavy steel frame. With a loud creak telling him that the hinges hadn’t been oiled for a long time a heavy door was opened revealing a short dark corridor. At the end of the corridor he could just make out a large hatch located in the floor. The whole area was covered by cobwebs telling him that nobody had been in the corridor for months.

“If this is the secret dungeon I have to be careful.” Mick thought and almost ran through the entire house locking all outer doors to make sure that nobody could enter the house unless he unlocked the doors.

After making these precautions he prepared an electric portable lamp with a long wire connected to a plug close to the cupboard. He took a couple of flash lights as well and then he entered the corridor through the huge amount of cobwebs. He really hated spiders but he just had to move on. Safely at the end of the corridor almost looking like his clothes was cobwebs he looked at the large hatch in the floor. He pulled in the handle located at on side of the hatch and with a great deal of difficulties it was opened revealing a dark hole below it. Using the light he could see a rusty stairway located at the far wall of the trunk. He lowered the lamp into the trunk telling him that it was about 12 feet deep. He hasn’t been that excited in his entire life as he slowly climbed down the cellar using the stairway.

Safely down the cellar he switched on one of the flashlights and looked around. This seemed to be a kind of hall for the cellar. Two large steel doors could be seen at the end of the hall and at the left right side. He opened the door at the left side and entered a relatively large room with some old furniture and a large table. At the end wall of the room another door was located. The first room just looked like a room for having a break or for eating dinner or something like that. All was covered by a thick layer of dust as well as spiders had made cobweb at a lot of corners of the walls, tables, chairs and so on telling him that nobody had been in this room for a long time. At the far end wall he could see some shelves hanging at the wall and some old books. He took one of the books. A cloud of dust made him cough and stop breathing for a while until the air was cleaner again. At the back of the book he noticed the text “Inmate data”. Now he was sure that this was the place. He quickly looked through it noticing that it had data about both male and females. He read the data about one of the females.

“Crime: murder of her husband. Judgment: death by hanging. Note: Disappeared from prison before execution of death sentence. The inmate has been sentenced to life time a stay in the Old Courtroom by the Members of the Circle. She will remain disappeared for the rest of her life and pay the price.”

Mick opened the door to the other room and look surprised when he saw what was inside it. The room was very different as it was equipped like a courtroom but something was very different compared to normal courtrooms. It had like an ordinary courtroom a platform located high above the floor with a large desk and three chairs facing the middle of the area. Furthermore an amount of chairs had been located at the left and right side of the area like chairs for a jury. But the middle of the room both made Mick scared and excited as this place obviously had been the place for the inmate who was supposed to go through a trial this courtroom. A heavy steel chair had been bolted to the floor and high in the air hung a tiny cage, which also could trap an inmate. Furthermore a kind of steel pillory had been located beside the chair’s left side and a kind of bench at the right side. All devices had either heavy steel or leather restraints hanging from it clearly indicating that the ‘poor’ victim had no chance to flee during the trial. What really looked scaring was the chair as it seemed to be a chair that could be modified in accordance to the needs. Right now the ‘seat’ if you even could call it a seat was a curved steel band with a short steel dildo pointing up at the middle. As the legs of the chair was pretty high the victim strapped to it had no other choice than ride the dildo to the rod of it and accepting the steel band cutting into the sensitive flesh. Furthermore it had been equipped with one of these steel head cages mentioned in the diary, The straps for the feel left no doubt that the victim strapped to it was forced to sit with legs widely spread totally exposing the private parts for the so-called judges sitting highly above him or her.  It must have been quite humiliating sitting like that and painful as well. The location  and the size of the dildo made Mick quite sure that it had been for backdoor entering leaving the victim with the front parts exposed while enduring the pain from the plug in the ass. The equipment located in the middle of the court told Mick that they sometimes had forced the victims to confess crimes that they might not have done or it has just been done to amuse the judges and jury. It left no doubt that the trial hasn’t been fair to the inmate at all.

In front of the court desk three tiny boxes could be seen. They had doors with a rectangular hole at the top of the doors with bars. Mick opened one of the doors. It was just a box that seemed to be large enough for a person to be trapped inside it if the legs were folded under the chest. The victim could look out through the bars facing the scaring devices located at the middle of the room. They had probably trapped the inmate or inmates if they had several to be “judged” inside these boxes before the trial. Then they could look at the scaring devices and think on what to come during the trial. If they had more inmates they could let them see what was done to the other inmates while awaiting their turn. It really must have been horrible and scaring for them. Behind the large three chairs on the platform hag three old coats of the judges made of red fabric. They actually didn’t look that miserable and Mick was wondering if the old lady from the house had done some repair in order to make them look nice. But there were more. The top wood of the boxes were shaped like a pillory with holes for hands and head. When locked into the holes the victim had to sit in an exhausting squatting position. Furthermore a head cage had been placed on the hole for the head. They could be locked to the top of the boxes when the pillories were closed. Then the victim had no other choice than watch the prisoner being prosecuted as the head was fixed with the eyes in this direction. This really must have given them a lot of time to think on what would be done to them when it was their turn to be strapped and chained to the equipment in the middle of the room.

“This courtroom is really oozing of humiliation and discomfort for the victims. It really didn’t look much like a courtroom in which the accused could expect a fair trial by the Prosecution. I actually think the victims have been forced to confess crimes they hadn’t committed at all just to make the pain stop” Mick thought almost shivering while thinking it. He couldn’t help looking around in order to make sure he was alone. He decided to read some of the old papers and books later in order to find out how they had done long time ago. He read some more in the book about the inmates and noticed that each file told what to be done in the initial phase of their stay in the dungeon. He found the woman he had already read about and read the initial instructions for her stay in the dungeon.

“Inmate 100225 is placed in punishment cell 4 for the first couple of weeks. As she immediately deserves punishment she will be dressed in the spiked steel chastity belt and bra at least one week and she will only receive food once each day. This slut must be denied any masturbation for at least six months. After this time she must be severely punished if she is caught masturbating as well as she will be punished if she even think on refusing to satisfy any of the male or female guards no matter how they want to be pleased and feel sexual pleasure. The disgusting slut will be equipped with permanent restraints on both hands and feet, which is locked to the body with red hot rivets. A heavy padlock will be located at the front ring of her permanent steel waist belt, which can be used for securing her feet and hand link chains. This slut must never have a chance to forget that she is a prisoner who is supposed to do as she is told. She just has to be grateful that she was saved from her death sentence!”

Mick stopped reading and closed his eyes. He just couldn’t believe it. Just to imagine how they had treated this ‘poor’ woman made his juices flow again. He was wondering if the prisoner agreed that she had to be grateful or she rather would have gone through the first sentence as this just would mean the end. He remember that this particularly cell had been mentioned in the diary by Jennifer as Pat had been locked into this cell for almost two weeks in solitary confinement with only 30 minutes light each day for eating and brushing the teeth.

Mick decided to wait with reading more in the books as he was extremely excited to see the dungeon and prison area for real. Jennifer, the former old lady of the house, had told a lot in the diary but it wasn’t the same as seeing it for real. He closed the doors to the courtroom and the living room for guards. Then he opened the heavy door to the prison area and entered with his electric lamp and the flash lights.

Inside a long corridor with a lot of doors on each side could be seen. At the end of the corridor another large door could be seen. All doors were opened and Mick started the most exciting journey in his entire life. All rooms or cells were different. One cell was just large enough for a person to stand inside. Another cell was larger giving relatively much room for the prisoner but all four walls had been equipped with a lot of rings and chains for restraining the prisoner inside the cell as well as chains were hanging from the ceiling for the same purpose. Mick stopped in front of cell 4 and looked inside the cell. It was both exciting and scaring to know that Pat had been trapped inside this cell for almost two weeks. It had been left just like described in the diary. The floor was covered by a relatively thick layer of straws. Jennifer had told in the diary that Pat was locked into a A-frame for the last three days in the cell. The A-frame was still in the cell with open steel restraints just awaiting a victim to have head, hands and feet locked into it. Outside the cell a hook had been located. Over the hook was a sign with the text “leave restraints keys and prison keys on the hook before entering the cell” Mick had brought all the keys hanging in the living room for the guards with him. He decided to play the game and he hang all the keys on the hook.

“I guess this was a safety precaution. Hanging the keys outside made sure the inmates couldn’t steel them. Then they probably only brought the needed keys into the cell if they needed any keys. If they only wanted to inspect or they would whip them or something else they probably didn’t needed any keys” Mick thought while entering the cell.

He gripped the A-frame and touched the broad neck collar. He could easily imagine how exhausting it mush have been to be locked into this device not knowing when it was removed again. Then he saw the chain with the collar hanging from the ceiling. He remembered Jennifer telling how it worked. It just looked like an ordinary neck collar but the difference compared to a conventional collar and chain was that the chain disappeared in a hole in the ceiling. Furthermore the chain ran over a cogwheel mounted at the ceiling. Outside the cell was a kind of well and the link chain disappeared into this well. Dragging in the chain made it clear that weight had been attached to the chain. It actually was attached to a bucket made of wood. Some heavy stones had been filled into the bucket. This meant that constant stress was added to the neck collar. Jennifer had told in the diary that Pat had been put it a steel belt with rings at the front and the back. Jennifer had dismounted the link chain for the collar and put it through the back ring of the belt and locked it to the front ring. Then the collar had been locked around Pats letting the chain run through the ring at the back of her collar. Now she would feel a permanent tension in the chain burying deeply in her cleft. She had no rest during this ordeal. Sleeping was almost impossible at the constant stress made it extremely difficult for her. Her hands were locked to the rings located at each side of the belt making it impossible for her to reach the chain. In the beginning it wasn’t that bad but after a few hours the never ending pain from the chain cutting between the legs made it terrible for her. Mick found a screw that fitted into the collar. He couldn’t help trying it just to feel how it must have been for Pat. He carefully located the chain between is legs making sure it didn’t squeeze the balls. Then he locked the neck collar around the neck and let go the chain. He tried to walk chained like this without using the hands. It really was difficult and the tension in the chain already made it quite uncomfortable.

“Now, what would an inmate do if she saw the open doors? She probably knew about the keys. She would of course try to reach them” Mick thought and started to walk towards the heavy doors. About two feet from the doors he suddenly heard a large click and the outer door quickly swung closed with a loud “CLANG” when steel hit steel.

Mick jumped and he really was happy that he had light in the cell. Otherwise it would have been dark. He quickly removed the collar and ran to the door and pushed. Anxiously he tried to open the heavy door. At first it didn’t move at all and Mick could feel how cold sweat was running down his body as he knew he had no keys. Furthermore the cell door didn’t seem to have any keyhole located inside the cell. He tried to push again but this time harder and at this attempt the door slowly moved and opened.

“Thank God, it isn’t locked!!” he thought and almost ran out of the cell. He looked around to see if somebody was in the corridor but nobody could be seen. The door obviously was spring loaded but what had released it from the hook keeping it open?  He wondered why the door could be opened but then he saw that the pawl still was pressed back. He touched it and immediately he heard a click and it left the hole telling him that had the door been into place it would have been locked. Furthermore he saw two relatively thick steel rods being shut out at the top and the bottom of the door. These rods fitted in two holes drilled into the steel frame in the outer wall of the cell. Mick almost fainted as this told him how lucky he had been. If the lock hadn’t been rusty he would have been trapped inside this cell and he would probably never have been found.

“Ohhhh, my God, I really was lucky. I think the chain from the collar released the door. This had probably been done to make sure the inmates had no chance to get the keys no matter how hard they tried as the cell door was closed if they tried to! I really have to be more careful in the future” Mick thought.

Mick secured the door again with the pawl but this time he used a steel rod to double secure it. Now the door couldn’t be closed if the pawl was activated. He tried it and was satisfied to notice that the door didn’t move if the pawl released the door. Then he entered the cell again.

He really wanted to feel the atmosphere in which Pat had been trapped. He closed his eyes and he almost could smell how it must have been when the straw was soaked with her piss. In one corner of the cell the layer of straw seemed to be much thicker.

“This has probably been her ‘toilet´. I don’t want to check it but I’m quite sure I will find old waste from her if I checked it” Mick thought. It excited him a bit to think on that Pat probably had been denied any toilet facilities during her stay in this cell.

“The smell must have been horrible and she must have been smelly and dirty like a pig after being left in the dark for that long” Mick thought.

Though the cell wasn’t large at all it had been equipped with a couple of cages as well. One round almost body shaped cage was located in the right corner. Opening the door to the cage was like opening one half of the cage. A victim trapped inside this cage had nothing else to do than stand and accept being more and more tired in the body and especially the legs. But even the fact that it was tiny and narrow had obviously not been enough because it had been mounted with spikes as well, which could be pushed inside the cage and locked in position. Mick touched the end of the spikes. They didn’t seemed to be sharp enough to puncture the skin but they left no doubt that they have caused pain to the victim if she leaned against them

The other cage was more like a dog cage. The space inside could be controlled by a movable end wall. It could be locked in different positions. The largest size of the cage left room for the victim to move but the legs couldn’t be fully stretched and back would touch the ceiling if she was on all four. If it was adjusted to minimum size it only left room for the victim to sit with legs against the chest. Furthermore a steel device was lying at the top of the cage. It turned out to be a chastity belt with both rear and front dildo which were both made of steel. It had been locked to a chain attached to the ceiling. Mick could see that ‘dressing’ the victim in this belt made it possible to control her position inside the cage. You could for instance shorten the chain that much that the ass touched the ceiling. This really must have been exhausting because she would have to partly stand and partly squat in order limit the stress her private place. Mick was sure that only a few hours would be needed to make a slave obey if it meant she was released from this position.

Mick decided to leave the cell again and check some other rooms and cells before leaving the place again as it was late and bedtime. He found a door with the sign *Equipment store’ on the door. He found the right key and opened the door. Inside the room he almost stopped breathing. He had visited some of the old dungeons and always checked the means of torture and punishment but this had been nothing compared to what he saw in this room. It was a pretty large room but though it was large it was almost stocked with equipment of all thinkable and unthinkable sizes and shapes. The room had been divided by a number of inner walls to give more room for hanging equipment. Almost no spaces were free for more equipment. On one wall a number of chastity belts were hanging, both male and female belts. Another wall was filled with different head cages. A large number of whips could be seen on another wall.  Furthermore a lot of strange looking devices had been located on the floor. Mick could imagine the purpose with some of them but he also saw devices that he hardly could guess the purpose with. They just looked so evil and sophisticated and they just oozed of pain and discomfort for the victim.

Kidnapping before planned.

Mick went downtown to do some shopping. On the way home, he decided to take the detour road overlooking the beach. It really was lovely trip, the car travelling the hills, and he could enjoy the beautiful view of the landscape, with all the trees, fields in different colours (depending on the time of the year and the vegetables on them). As he drove around a 90-degree turn in the road he suddenly saw a woman walking with a backpack on her back. He had to twist the wheel hard in order to avoid hitting her. In the rear-view mirror he could see her waving frantically at him. She wasn’t exactly beautiful, but her exotic Asian features and long black hair definitely made her attractive. He decided to pull over. In the rear-view mirror he watched her run along the shoulder of the road to the car as quickly as she could. He opened the side window as she came to a panting stop beside the car.

“Hi, what’s up? I’m sorry that I almost hit you, but you just suddenly were in front of me after I went around that turn. I was lucky that I managed to avoid hitting you,” Mick said to her.

“I’m so glad that you stopped!!! It’s no problem. You just scared me a little, that’s all. Can you help me? I’m in quite an awkward situation. You see, I’m completely lost and I have no money or phone. All I have is my backpack containing dirty clothes mostly. I only have a few clean clothes left. I was wondering if you would be so kind as to consider taking me with you? Just to the nearest town, and maybe I can borrow enough money to make a phone call? I’d really appreciate it, and you’d be doing me a huge favour.

“Sure, why not? It’s really no problem. Just put your rucksack in the trunk and take a seat beside me!” Mick said to her.

“Oh, thank you so much!!! You have saved my day!!! When my friend comes to pick me up I’ll get her to give your money back, and I’ll pay her when I get home.” she said and opened the hatch to the trunk.

“Um, sir? There’s a large box almost filling the trunk. Should I put my pack in the back seat?” she asked Mick.

“No, the box is empty! Open the lid and pull out the tray inside the box, and then there’ll be plenty of room for your backpack. It looked a little dirty. I don’t want to soil the backseat of the car. Do you need help or can you do it yourself?” Mick asked her.

“No, I don’t need any help. It’s no problem. Oh, yes, you’re right, there’s plenty of room for my backpack” She closed the trunk lid and slid into the front passenger seat beside Mick. Mick guessed she was about twenty years old, when he checked her over before starting the car again. She really looked like a nice woman. Mick categorized her in the upper level of the normal block. Not the most beautiful woman he had seen but she was still good looking and had a nice figure. At that moment Mick had not made any plans yet. He had just decided to help her. What he couldn’t know was that this woman was just perfect for his plan.

“Now tell me what the problem really is,” Mick asked her.

She blushed shyly. “I’m so sorry. I forgot my manners and neglected to introduce myself. I’m Anne. I’m presently working as a maid in France in order to learn the language See, my dream was to go to college and major in international law, with a hope of getting a job in the diplomatic corps, perhaps as an ambassador or at least a translator. I learned French in high school, but since that was mostly rudimentary, I decided to live abroad for a year or two until I had a competent grasp of the language and could speak it fluently. My parents are quite wealthy, and they normally pay for my journeys back home to visit them. This time, as I was getting off the ship, I dropped my purse with my wallet and phone in the water, and none of the dockhands could find it. I had a lot of things in it, and I guess it sank quickly because it was heavy. I had no other choice than to start walking, both to keep me warm and to think what to do next. It’s been a long night and I’m really glad you stopped.  I hate to impose on you like this, but I really hope you’ve got enough money for a phone call; I could ask my parents to come pick me up.” Anne told Mick.

“But what about the family in France? Won’t they miss you?” Mick asked.

“No, they won’t. I’d handed in my notice before sailing because I figured I had a decent enough grasp of the language to start college in the fall. I was heading back to where my parents live so I could enrol in college there. By the way, my parents weren’t born in England. We’re all US citizens, but moved to a house just outside London about five yeas ago when my Dad got a better-paying job here.” Anne told me.

Then I started to think. Nobody knows where this woman is; she was last seen at the docks, and apparently she didn’t tell anyone which direction she was going. Furthermore she has relatives in the US so it will be even more difficult to trace her as they will have to check in France, UK and USA to be sure they think on all possibilities. Right now she’s a missing woman and quite difficult to trace since there’s so many places she might have gone. He had not prepared his secret dungeon for “visitors” yet but was it a problem? No, the dungeon had a lot of nice cells that worked well and it was no problem to keep her in a cell nicely restrained until he had prepared all his new toys. He knew he had not installed any monitoring system yet but if he avoided any dangerous ordeals for her it was no problem. Keeping the slut in restraints didn’t mean any danger for her at all. Mick sometimes had problems with going to sleep and therefore he always brought some sleeping medicine with him. In the last couple of weeks he had had no problems as all this exciting reading really made him exhausted due to all the masturbation it almost forced him to do. Furthermore he had planned to make a stop and have a nice cup of coffee at a nice beautiful place before driving the last part of the way home. He always brought two cups with him just in case. And now he really needed them both.

“I have a suggestion. In a few minutes we will arrive to a beautiful spot of the UK. I have some coffee in the trunk and I suggest that we enjoy a cup while you tell me the rest of your story. Then we can move on to my town and you can use the phone I have in my house for calling and wait my place until your parents arrive. What do you think?” Mick asked Anne.

“Oh thank you so very much, sir. I’m so sorry to bother you, and I appreciate your hospitality. I hope I’m not putting you too much out of your way; it really is good of you to help a strange woman like this,” Anne said shyly.

Mick found his secret spot. He loved this place as he always was alone because nobody else seemed to have found it. Here he could be alone and think. Now he could be alone with his future toy of pleasure and carry out the first and most important part of his plan. He stopped the car and opened the door and went behind the car for opening the trunk door. He made sure Anne couldn’t see what he was doing in the trunk save for the fact that she knew he was preparing coffee for hi and her.

“Do you like sugar in the coffee?” Mick asked.

“If it’s not too much trouble, I like mine sweet; I usually put several teaspoons in mine at home.”

“Great, just great!” Mick thought “A lot of sugar in the coffee will make sure she can’t taste the sleeping medicine. I give her a generous amount of the medicine to make sure I will have the time needed to prepare her” Mick thought for himself while pouring a lot of the medicine in the coffee.

“This will do it. More than double amount than I normally take. This will give me at least 24 hours to prepare her” Mick thought.

“Here you are, please enjoy it!” Mick said while handing her the right cup. He was very careful to make sure he didn’t take the cup with the medicine himself. Furthermore he would notice it when drinking it as he wanted the coffee almost black with just a little sugar poured into it.

“Thank you so much,” Anne took the cup in her hands and took a sip. “It’s exactly how I like it. Thank you. “

“Oh, by the way, I have sandwiches in the trunk as well. I’m sure you must be hungry; let me get them. Just put the coffee cup on the seat beside you and be careful not to spill it” Mick said. He didn’t want her to be that hungry during her first day of her future imprisonment. He was lucky that she did as he told her and within a few minutes she had eaten the sandwich and then she continued with the coffee really looking like she enjoyed it.

“This is a really lovely spot, the view is wonderful. Do you stop here often?” It’s a nice spot you have found. Do you visit it frequently?” Anne asked.

“No, not that frequent. It’s far away from my home.” Mick lied as it only was a few miles from his house but he didn’t want her to know about it.

“Where do you live?” Anne asked Mick.

“I want it to be a surprise to you. But after you told me where your parents live I can tell that it is not that far from them” Mick lied again. They lived 200 miles from his place but he thought it was better that she believed that they lived close to each other.

“Well…if we live so close, perhaps instead of lending me the money, I could walk to my parents’ home if you’d tell me your address. I know the streets around our place pretty well; if you tell me what your address is, I can get to my destination from there and I won’t have to trouble you further.”

“No, you will soon see it. We just have to drive some hours. It’s no trouble at all; I’ll show you my place quickly and then I’ll drop you off at your parents’ house. You’ve already walked enough today, and I’m sure you must be very tired by now” Mick answered satisfied to notice that Anne managed to empty the cup before the medicine started to work.

“You know, now that you mention it…” Anne brought her hand to her mouth, trying unsuccessfully to stifle a yawn. “I guess I am feeling a bit tired. I’m suddenly really sleepy. Must be from the long walk, and then the food…you know how you feel sleepy after…eating…” Anne’s voice trailed off as she slumped over on her side, sound asleep

Mick looked at the sleeping woman and pushed her from side to side to make sure she really was sleeping like a baby. Then he rushed out of the car and opened the trunk door again. He had got this brilliant idea that the wood box in the trunk was large enough to keep Anne inside it if her legs were folded. He opened the lid and removed the large tray inside it revealing the large room under it. He removed her rucksack and then he opened the door for the passengers and carried Anne outside and placed her on the ground after making sure that nobody was approaching his secret place.

He took a string and tied her hands behind the back. He tied a piece of string around her waist and made sure the hands were tied to waist. Then he folded her legs against her chest and tied her loans to the chest and waist as well. Finally he tied her legs to her torso and loans and before him lied a woman folded like a ball that would fit into the box. It was hard work to lift her into the box folded like that. He couldn’t help laughing while doing it as his efforts made her fart and he had to endure the awful smell from her asshole.

“She will be punished for that later” Mick was thinking while placing her in the box. He didn’t dare to gag her as it would be dangerous if she vomited due to the sleeping medicine. But he was quite sure that she wouldn’t make any noises in the box folded like a ball with no movement possible at all save for moving the head and furthermore she was sleeping like a baby. He decided to empty her rucksack on the tray and put his own coat and rain coat on the top of it. If anybody opened the box he could tell that it just contained clothes. While emptying it he notice that it contained some really soiled panties both with her disgusting piss as well as her waste.

“These can be useful later” Mick thought and placed them beside the woman under the box. He didn’t want anybody to find soiled woman panties in the box. It would be difficult to explain to the police if he was stopped during the trip back to his house. After a few minutes he was satisfied. The box looked like it contained his clothes. The rucksack has been place beside Anne together with the dirty underwear and some other clothes. The box had holes drilled into it for ventilating it meaning she would have enough air during the ride. He took a last look around the car to make sure he hadn’t forgotten anything and then he took position at the driver’s place and started the short trip back to his house. He thought at the old lady during the ride as she had told in the diary how careful she was not exceeding speed limits or doing anything else illegally that would make the police stop her. Mick did the same though he mostly wanted to step on it in order to drive back home as quickly as possible.

“Oh how I wish I was at home. It’s really scaring driving with this precious load and the danger that I would be stopped by the police and they will search the box. I have never in my entire life felt that my house was that far away from my secret place for having peace in my soul” Mick was thinking during the trip back to his house still careful not driving too fast.

Finally he could see the large old court house and he was very relived when he stopped the car inside the large garage for the car. He looked up and down the road happy to notice that nobody was seen and he was quite sure that he hadn’t made anything suspicious during the trip back making anybody wonder why he was there.

He closed the large door for the garage and switched on the light. He took a quick walk through the entire house to make sure he was alone. He never could be sure if a burglar had entered the house for stealing something.

Satisfied that he was sure he was alone in the house he opened the trunk door. He quickly removed all the clothes from the top tray and removed it revealing his valuable load. Anne was still sleeping in the position he had place her and she didn’t seem to have moved at all during the trip. It was hard work to lift the folded woman free of the box and he quickly but carefully placed her of the floor of the garage.

With a great deal of difficulties very careful not to hurt her during the walking towards the secret dungeon he finally had her down the basement lying on the floor in front of the large floor to ceiling cupboard hiding the entrance to the dungeon. He pulled the hidden handle for opening the floor of the cupboard and then he opened the heavy oak lid for the entrance. He noticed the nauseating smell from the still damp dungeon but he found it exciting as well as it just oozed of a secret dungeon for keeping prisoners hidden away from the normal life. He moved the old clothes a little for revealing the hook for the chain winch. The winch was located together with all other tools in the basement and nobody would ever know that it was supposed to be used for lowering equipment down the secret hidden dungeon. He made sure the ropes tying her to a ball shaped figure still was safely located and then he placed a rope underneath her legs at the level of her knees. He was sure that lifting her in this position would make sure her head was the last part of her body that would hit the floor. Furthermore he would be able to follow her journey all the way down the dungeon until she was safely located on the floor of the dungeon. He placed the winch on the hook in the cupboard and hooked the chain from the winch into the rope he had prepared for lifting her. Then her started operating the winch by dragging in the chain running from the cogwheel and slowly it was first tightened and then he gradually lifted Anne free of the floor. He operated the chain with one hand while making sure Anne didn’t swing back and forth when she was free of the floor. Then he carefully placed her in a position above rectangular hole for the entrance to the dungeon. Then he dragged the chain counter clockwise and the body of Anne relatively quickly was lowered towards the floor of the dungeon. It actually took quite a long time doing it telling that the dungeon really had been located deep underground. Almost there he slowed down and he could see that first her ass hit the floor and then slowly the rest of her body. Satisfied that no harm occurred to her during the journey to her new long term home, he went down the vertical stair to the dungeon and removed the chain from her ropes again. He quickly went up again and removed the winch from the cupboard. Before entering he made sure all doors to the house were locked and he also switched on the light in the bedroom just to make it look like he had gone early to bed if anybody wanted to visit him. First he switched it all of but then he again thought at burglars and thieves and therefore he decided to leave the light in the bedroom switched on. He was not satisfied that he hadn’t already checked the doors. In the future he had to be more careful; it really would have been a problem if some of his friends just had entered the house to look where he was while lowering her down the dungeon.

Then he almost ran down the dungeon again extremely excited to prepare the slut for her first night in the dungeon. Half a year ago he had bought some latex suits and hoods as well as he had bought rubber stockings. On a market he had almost a year ago bought a box filled with old long legged boots in different sizes, shapes and colours. As Anne seemed to have average size feet he was sure he would be able to find a pair that fitted her. Furthermore he had bought some nice gags as well as sophisticated rubber gear for different use and purpose. It never had been used for real as Mick only had used some of it on him self just to feel the discomfort and humiliation a slave had to feel while wearing it. He had used it a lot during the reading of the diary imagining how the slut trapped by the marvellous Jennifer in the secret dungeon. He couldn’t help loving this woman he had never seen but who had given him more pleasure than any woman had given him in his entire life and he was not even halfway through the diary. In order to make it last for longer he had read some of the chapters in the diary several times. Now he was happy he had bought all this nice equipment as it soon would be used for real. He actually had had his doubts that he ever would use it for real but each time he had concluded that it had been worth buying it as it had given him a lot of pleasure even without a real salve for wearing it.

He closed the lid for the dungeon after switching on the temporary light he had installed in the dungeon. As it had no windows this was the only light in these scaring but exciting surroundings.

Mick decided to place Anne in one of the relatively large cells equipped with an inner barred steel door and an outer heavy oak door for completely sealing the victim in solitary confinement if no located with another “visitor”.

He placed her still sleeping and lifeless body on a trolley and wheeled her to the cell. All that told him she was alive was the regularly sound of her breathing. Safely inside the cell he removed all her restraints. Though she was sleeping she moved her limps clearly indicating that the limps were tired of being tied in this stressful position for that long. He enjoyed her moving athletic body for a while feeling the juices flow between his legs just to think about all the fun they would be able to have together when she was alive again.

“No, wrong Mick, I actually think I will be the one having fun wile she will be a “willing” slave enduring humiliation and pain for me” Mick was thinking with a broad smile at his face.

He took a rubber covered mattress and placed it on the cold cell floor. He didn’t want her to feel cold while she was sleeping. After placing her on the mattress he started to remove her clothing. He enjoyed her body for a moment while she still wore her underwear.

“She seems to be a pig. Her panties are yellow at the front of her own urine. She really needs a lesson!” Mick thought and smiled again.

First he removed her bra. It really was a nice sight. These relatively huge well shaped melons just begged for the whip and nipple clamps but it was no use to do it right now as it wouldn’t train her at all while sleeping. Hen therefore continued to the panties. Approaching her private parts he could smell both old stinky urine as well as the smell of the female juices flowing from a woman in excitement.

“What a disgusting horny slut! She is still wet. That can only mean that she has been horny while I have been talking with her” Mick thought but he couldn’t help being excited as this indicated that she had felt something while talking with him. The panties indicated that Anne hadn’t been cleaned between her legs for a while. They were dirty both back and front like the other pair of panties he had found in her rucksack. Mick took a step back and enjoyed the sight of his kidnapped nude beauty. Then he started to put her in the dress he had chosen for her. He first put her in a snug black latex tricot. It had nice opening for the breasts and open between the legs as well. It had two sophisticated rubber bands located between the legs. The backside of the rubber band had a rough surface almost like sandpaper and the part of the suit it covered was rough as well. The purpose with these two rubber bands was two trap the cunt lips between the rubber band and the tricot. When nicely trapped between latex with rough surface spreading the legs would mean opening the cunt and expose it. The most excellent part of this invention was that the clit would be totally exposed as well. Mick managed to put the sleeping life less body into the tricot. It was quite difficult to drag in the cunt lips and force them between the two rough latex surfaces. Finally he succeeded and after making sure her breasts were standing out proudly from her body he admired his handiwork again. Then he continued and first he dressed her in a pair of latex stockings and then a pair of black boots. He clanged a pair of steel manacles shut around each ankle making sure the boots with the high platoon heels couldn’t be removed without a key. Then he dragged a snug black hood over the head and made sure the holes for eyes, nose and mouth were correct located.

Before moving on Mick got a brilliant idea.

“She smells like a pig. Why not make her look like a pig! A true smelly piglet” Mick thought.

Mick left the cell and come back with a special device. It was a stud gun for making holes different places at the body. He placed the stud gun in her nose and pulled the trigger. The sound coming from it told him it had done its work. He dried the little amount of blood from her face with a piece of fabric. The he took a relatively large titanium ring and put it through the hole. He didn’t weld it as he wanted to be able to remove it. The silent click told him that it was locked but still removable. Then he stepped back and enjoyed the sight.

“Welcome to your new world of slavery! Now you really look like the fuck toy and pain and pleasure slave you will be trained to be. I welcome you my sweet smelly piglet! I really would love to read her mind when she is awake again. She will be able to feel that something is different under the breathing mask but she won’t be able to see it before the mask is removed.” Mick thought very satisfied with his work.

After he had pierced the septum under her nose and ringed it as well he took the gasmask likely device with the large tube at the inside of it. He forced her jaws to open and then he quickly strapped it into place. Her breathing sound changed to a hissing sound but he was sure she could drag in enough air. The tube gag ended in a snap connection device for mounting a rubber breathing bag. Then she was dressed in a pair of long armed black latex gloves. Now she was ready for the excellent device making sure she remained in position until Mick returned again. It was a heavy steel Scavengers Daughter like device completely trapping the victim in a steady position making any movement impossible. He first locked the collar from the device around her neck. Then her hands were locked in the steel manacles located at the middle of the A-frame. Finally her legs were locked to the lower part of the A-frame making Anne sit with her legs widely spread. He enjoyed the sight of the totally open cunt and the cunt lips trapped between the latex. He was sure it caused her pain and she would surely tell when she was awake again. The last thing he needed to do before he had finished the preparation of her was to mount the rubber breathing back with the adjustable restrain device for breath control. He didn’t mount the restrain device as he wanted to be sure she could get all the air she needed. He connected the breathing bag and enjoyed the sight of the back being filled and emptied of air each time she was breathing. He then taped a pair of her soiled panties to the hole for dragging in air in the bag. Now she was able to “enjoy” her own disgusting smell. Watching the woman breathing air mixed with her own odour from cunt and ass through the breathing mask gave him a new idea for future use. Mick thought on new and more sophisticated ways to make breathing an interesting experience for her consisting of a special rubber device strapped between her legs with an inner tube forced deeply up in her ass. When wearing this device it is connected to the breathing mask and a magnetic valve controlled by a timer switch between fresh air and anal breathing. It’s really humiliating for a woman being locked in this special device forcing her to breathe from her own ass.

“Being strapped into this device will really make her realize that she is degraded to nothing else that a lower ranking slave who just have to be patient and wait until I decide to remove the device. She will surely learn how unpleasant it can be for her if she fails to obey orders or how unpleasant it can be if I just want her to suffer. I hardly can wait to try it on her” Mick thought feeling excited thinking on his new pet.

He decided to leave her and let her wake up by her own. Before leaving he took a last glance at his restrained sleeping victim. It really was a nice sight seeing this slut dressed in black latex and trapped in the steel device. This was the first step of Anne’s transformation to a pain and pleasure slut. Before leaving he placed the large mirror in front of her making sure she could see her slave dress when she awoke again. It really can be hard for the soul of a former free citizen to find herself locked into an unpleasant device completely immobilizing her and to notice that she is dressed like a cheap hooker ready to serve horny guys who don’t care for her as a person at all.

As it was late Mick decided to go to bed and read a few pages in the diary. He was very excited to read about the ordeal to come for ‘poor’ Pat. He was sure that she had had an extremely unpleasant night and that sleeping had been almost out of the question for her due to the unavoidable cramps in her legs due to her restrained position. Furthermore it must have been hard for her to sit on this excellent chair almost shaped like a toilet seat with no front. He couldn’t help thinking on how sore he sometimes was himself if he had been sitting for too long on the toilet. The major difference for him compared to Pat was that he decided himself when he was too sore in his ass. Pat just had to wait until she was released by her ‘kind’ and ‘caring’ Mistress. Mick opened the diary and started to read again.

“The 4th of June 1952: After a nice night of sleep and eating my ordinary breakfast I went to my secret dungeon again”

“Well, Miss Smith, it isn’t a secret to me anymore. You were smart making the reader believe that your dungeon was located in a distance from your house. I don’t think I would have found it if I wasn’t as lucky as I were. I’m sure your exciting diary will be even more exciting to me now that I can check it out myself. Your diary will be used as my manual for treating my new pet provided I will be able to be a mean as you were to Pat. Sometimes imagination and real life is different but I’m quite sure I will gradually learn and your diary will surely be helpful” Mick said like he was talking to the old lady. He couldn’t help smiling as he continuously had the feeling that Miss Smith was in the bedroom watching him reading her diary.

“After my morning bath I dressed in my favorite dress again. I always admired my well shaped body in the mirror in the tight fitting black leather suit with my favorite whip hanging from the right side of the broad belt. I decided to visit Anne early this morning. It was almost midnight when I left her and I was a little afraid that I made it too hard to her in the beginning. Being restrained in a static position could produce severe cramps. Especially her feet caused her with no doubt severe problems being forced in line with her legs for that long. Static bondage causes sometimes a slave more problems than the pain she feels during pure torture or forced exercise. Sometimes they are just desperately begging for being released no matter if it even means being forced to endure something even more painful.  I entered the dungeon area and went to the place where I had left my slut. I checked the temperature inside the box at the thermometer mounted at the left side of the box; it was just a few degrees Fahrenheit more than normal body temperature. I knew what that meant for her; discomfort, discomfort and discomfort. Reading the marks on the water bottle I could see she had drunk almost two gallons. That’s good, I thought, because that meant there was no danger than she suffered from dehydration. I took a steel rod and hammered at the outside of the box knowing that the sound inside it was even louder. If she was a sleep she surely was awake now. I stopped hammering again and remained silence. A low voice could be heard from the inside.

“Please let me out!!!! I can’t take it no more!! My whole body is arching and the cramps are just unbearable. Furthermore I sweat like a pig and I’m hungry!! Please let me out!!! Pleaaaaaaaaaase!!!!” I could hear her begging. I put on my hood and opened the inspection lid located at face high on the upper front door of the box. Inside I saw a face glistening of sweat with hair glued to the face like she had been to a bath. She still couldn’t move her head much due to the cage locked onto her face.

“Hi my sweet smelly disgusting slut! Have you had a pleasant night? You really look fine to me and I actually am wondering if it is an idea to leave you in the box for another day. What do you think?” I said and laughed.

“Nooooooooooooo, please no, please don’t do this to me!!! I’ll promise to be a good girl if you release me from this box and chair. Just tell me what you want me to do and I will do it provided I am able to do it!” Pat begged me.

“Ooooooooooooooh my sweetie, this certainly is something different compared to your previously attempt to threaten me to release you! As I have ways to make you obey my orders I have no doubts that you will do as you are told. I’m sure the alternatives will make you understand that it is better to obey me. As I just wanted to check if you were all right before continuing my work and preparations I think I will close the lid again and let you enjoy your stay again. You seem to like it and I will be kind and let you enjoy it for some more hours or maybe even more days, who knows?” I said and closed the lid again.

“Nooooooooooo, noooooooooooooooo, let me out” I heard her shouting but it just sounded like whispering to me as the box was almost airtight.

I went to a large room at the end of the long corridor. This room was made for more sophisticated ways to treat the prisoners during the period in active service. All the strange looking devices were still in the room. Though it had been hard work to make it al work again I really think it was worth it as these devices really were something. My plan was to let my sweet ‘willing’ pet try to treadmill, which looked like the kind of treadmill formerly used for wells and so on. This on had of course been modified in accordance to the needs in the dungeon. It consisted of an upright long and heavy center part with four steel rods pointing out from it located in waist high when the victim was standing in front of it. The heavy center pool had more steel rods mounted on it. Four steel rods were mounted high in the air above each rod in waist high. These rods were used for making sure the victims didn’t fall during the exercise as chains or leather straps could be strapped to their bodies and to the steel rod making sure they would remain in position. I have read in the old papers that it was normal to use harnesses with crotch straps for this purpose. I they fell during the exercise they would be supported by the sensitive flesh between their legs encouraging them to do their very best to maintain balance. As it was quite easy to operate the treadmill without any resistance one more steel rod had been mounted at the end of the heavy centre pool. This rod was longer than the other rods in order to make sure the circle for walking was free. Outside the circle of the treadmill two tracks had been incorporated in the floor and a wagon with steel wheels fitting in the track was standing on the floor. This wagon was connected to the long steel rod. When moving the treadmill this wagon was dragged around in the circle of the tracks. Then you could add weights on the wagon depending on how much stress you add to the victim during the exercise. I the old papers I had read that they sometimes ‘dressed’ female prisoner in one of the cruel steel chastity belts with the cruel dildos penetrating ass and cunt. Then she was strapped to the wagon and the wagon was dragged around by a chain connected to the belt. It really must have been quite an experience being dragged like this.

I tried to operate the treadmill making sure it all worked. I was quite sure my pet would find it interesting operating this treadmill while wearing these steel boots. Right now I was sure she was desperate to get rid of them as they probably caused her a lot of pain due to the cramps. I had not yet decided how many rounds she would take. It would depend on her performance. I produced some of the nice devices for encouraging her to walk faster. Some of them really were sophisticated as the victim had to compete with the clock. If she walked too slowly the pain from these devices gradually grew worse and she would have to choose between walking faster in order to meet the demands or she would just have to accept that she had to endure the horrible pain from the devices growing stronger and stronger until she probably passed out. I would make sure she didn’t pass out as this would interfere with my plans with her. Satisfied that it all was ready I decided to wheel my pet into the area of fun and pleasure and I went to the area with the box containing her.

Back to the cell with the box I could hear that she was still screaming inside the box in a useless attempt to make it stop and to make me release her. I again opened the lid and watched her face while I rubbed my clit. My cunt was already dripping from my juices and I was extremely excited.

“Hi again my smelly worthless pet. You are still screaming! When do you realize that it is useless? It’s just a useless stream of words not making any changes to your condition. Though you seem to be extremely hot I don’t see any problems at all. I could easily let you remain like this for several days if I made sure you had enough to eat and drink. I assure you that this is only the beginning. You have much to learn before I am satisfied with you. I’m very excited to feel your tongue between my legs. I’m sure I will be able to learn you how it must be done and that you will learn to enjoy the taste no matter how smelly it is. I will make some tests as I will avoid cleaning it for days and then I will let you clean it with your mouth. Isn’t it exciting?” I said and laughed again. It really was lovely to have this stupid girl completely at my mercy.

“Please, I really think I have had enough!!! What ever I have done to deserve this I really think you have punished me enough. Please be wise and make it stop. I still promise to keep my mouth shut!!” Pat tried once more.

“Sure my smelly pet. You will keep your mouth shut when I want it as all I have to do to achieve that is to gag you!!! I actually think I will release you from the box but I only do it because I have further plans with you. Though it is exciting to see you suffer in the box I have to continue your training. Furthermore I always have the possibility to let you try it again if I think it is needed. You just have to accept that you are a controlled slut not able to make any decisions yourself. I decide what you do, I even am able to control when you shit and pee if I want to. Your body belongs to me now and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it. Now let’s open the box and wheel you to your next location. It’s really nice to have you strapped to this ‘comfortable’ chair as it so easy to relocate you.” I said and began to open the doors for the box. It really was a sight to see this sweat covered body just glistening in the light. Under the chair I could see a puddle of sweat and sweat was dripping from the steel boots. I wheeled the chair out of the box and they I adjusted her instep to normal position again.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuhhhhhhh” she screamed as it caused her pain due to the stressful position they had been forced into for that long. But she still looked grateful as it made the cramps disappear from her legs and she again was able to control the cramps. I just ignored her screams and wheeled the chair to the next stop.

I placed the chair in a position giving her a clear view of the treadmill. She looked scared at it through the bars of her head cage.

“What is all this? What will you do to me? Please don’t make it even worse to me!!!” she begged me.

“This is my favorite room as it is large and it contains a lot of nice equipment for treating disgusting slave sluts like you. It is supper time and therefore I will leave you for a while giving you the time needed to take a closer looked of all the exciting devices. In order to make it more exciting for you I can tell that my plan is to let you try the treadmill. It hasn’t been in active duty for a long time and therefore I really think we need to try it again. As it might be quite difficult for you to meet my demands I have produced some additional equipment for encouraging you to do as you are told. Please be my guest and take a closer look at the devices and try to figure out how they work. If it is too difficult you don’t have to worry as I will show you later. I can imagine you are hungry as well. I have decided to be kind to you and offer you this bottle of cold but not that badly tasting soup” I said and laughed again.

“It’s maybe a bit more than you normally eat but I’m sure you can take it. The bottle it equipped with a dispenser device. When I open the valve the small container at the end will be filled. When it is filled it will be emptied in the tube attached and then the floating ball will let the soup enter the container again and it starts all over again. You will have about 10 seconds to fill your lungs with air before the next amount enters your mouth. You will wear this feeding mask during this. It has a penis shaped hollow gag attached to a leather piece, which is strapped around the lower part of your face. Don’t be stupid trying to spit it out. It will only return to the bottle again and you will have to drink double amount before you are able to breathe again. Furthermore I warn you; if you against all odds succeed spitting some of the soup out on the floor I have ways to make you obey. I can for instance strap you to a special bed and strap a funnel deep into your throat. Then I can just pour gallon after gallon into the funnel until you feel like you are on the very limit to explode.” I said while removing her head cage. Then I strapped the feeding device to her face after ramming the gag into her mouth. I made sure it was strapped tightly making it difficult for her to avoid her meal. As the hollow gag was pretty far inside her mouth it would be very difficult for her to avoid swallowing.

“Now I think you are ready. I will let you be free of the head cage for a while during your eating.” I said and turned the valve. The tiny container at the end of the bottle hanging from a hook located over head but still visible for head quickly was filled and then the ball opened and the foul tasting soup entered the tube. The sounds coming from her told me she was swallowing. Then I could hear her gasping for air and she breathed heavily until the next amount entered. Satisfied that it all seemed to work I decided to leave her again and have a couple of hours rest before the next part of her ordeal. As the gag made sure the soup entered her throat I was quite sure she wouldn’t be choked during her “dinner”.

“Enjoy yourself. When finished with your meal you can give the devices in the room a closer view. You will soon find out how it works!” I said and laughed again. Then I left the room after slamming the door shut and locked. You can’t be too careful. Though she was chained to the chair you just can’t be too careful, I thought.

I could hardly wait to read the next pages but as it was late I decided to wait. The diary wouldn’t run away from me and it really was nice to have this exciting diary to amuse me when I felt for it. It was just marvellous to read it. So well written, just like being with her! The fact that he was able to see all the devices and visit the same rooms where all this took place made it even more exciting.

Want more? Then please write a review for the story. Use the link http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/stories/review.php?storyid=3305 for writing it. I have planned to upload chapter four when I have it back from my proof-reader after she have made the corrections needed.

Finally I hope that some of you are interested in having the fun and pleasure it will be helping me writing the story. Though I have found some women ready to help me it would be nice with more. Maybe I decide to introduce more slaves in the story. Furthermore I have planned to make a group for the authors of the story. If you are a woman and you are interested in being a part of the story you will be invited as well. In my former stories the ‘real’ victims and Mistresses participating have told me that reading their own name in the story made it very special and exciting to read the story.