Justine

Justine had been with James for three months, and it had not been an easy transition from being independent, to what she now was, a slave, at his every beck and call. No time of day was her own. She rose before he did to make his breakfast, ran his bath as he was eating, laid out his clothes as he was bathing.

When he was out, she meticulously cleaned the house from top to bottom. He often laid traps to catch her out. Things like a small piece of screwed up paper hidden somewhere it shouldn’t be. If it were still there when he returned home, she was punished. The food cupboards were locked when he left the house, though enough food to prepare his evening meal was always left in the fridge first.

The chain connected to her collar would not reach the front door, so leaving the house was not an option for her. She had not seen fresh air since her arrival, nor did she expect to do so in the very near future.

At night, Justine slept in a cage, and although it was not locked, she made no attempts to get out of it until her morning alarm sounded, signifying that she had fifteen minutes before James’s alarm would sound. Fifteen minutes to get up and make his breakfast.

This had been her routine for three months. And she knew it would continue this way for as long as he desired it.

James had been true to his word, and had arranged removal vans to empty her house. Some of the things had come to James’ house, some had been sold at auction. The house itself had been rented, and now, Justine owned nothing of her own. Everything she had before she subjected herself to the Magician, was gone. And she knew, that just like the modifications, nothing could ever be reversed.

He had warned her that if he found he had an illness that would kill him, he would sell her before then. She would never again taste freedom.

And yet, Justine was happy in her new life. She suffered the beating when she didn’t please him, reaped the rewards of his care when she did please him. He was never kind and gentle. That was not a thing she expected, or got. He would often beat her simply because he could, or wanted to, or because someone or something during the day had upset him. All of this, too, she accepted.

More than once he had come home, upset or annoyed, and she had paid the price. A thick cane hung over the fire place, and this was used on her. James had built a piano stool, but a little higher, so Justine could lean over it, and her wrists and ankles were tied to the legs. This gave her no escape as the cane strokes rained down on her.

The first time it happened, he was muttering something about Bannister ruining his presentation. With the very first stroke, Justine knew how angry he was. A line of fire erupted across the backs of her thighs, and she screamed in agony. She was meant to be counting the strokes,  but the pain was far too great to concentrate, and James didn’t seem to notice that she was screaming instead of counting.

Twenty five heavy strokes landed on her upper thighs in less than four minutes. But James didn’t seem to care how much he was hurting her. She was just another item he owned and could use. And use her he did.

That night, Justine had not slept. Her legs were on fire, and she was sure he had cut her, though she could not feel any blood. Had she seen the heavy bruising he had caused, she would have died.

And on other nights, he came home in a good mood, took the drink she had learned to offer him as he arrived home, and sat watching television, while she finished his meal off, and brought it to him. Her own food was the same as his, but much smaller portions. And whilst his was served on a china plate, eaten with expensive cutlery, her own was served on a plastic plate, and eaten with plastic cutlery.

It had not taken Justine long to realise she was a second or third class human, in comparison with James.

The cage in which she slept, was in the kitchen. She was allowed to use a bucket for a toilet, not the real one, even when she was running his bath. She had lost her long coat on the way to James’ house, and was now, as he had promised, naked at all times. Whole sorting his clothes out, she could see there was no female clothes in the house. She would never feel another skirt, blouse, or bra. Though she did still have her rubber panties, but these, now, were controlled by James. He told her when and if she could wear them. It hadn’t happened yet, in three months. Her first period had been a total embarrassment, and she wanted the ground to open up and swallow her. There was no hiding that she was menstruating, but still he had not allowed her the panties. He had confined her to the kitchen, with its tiled floor, and told her to make sure the place was kept clean.

Just over a month before, he had come home one night and told her he was holding a party on the Saturday night, in the barn. She was going to be his maid, and serve the drinks. Anyone with a black spot on their hand, would be dominant, and she would call them Sir or Madam. Anyone with a red spot on their hand, would be submissive, and she would call them by name, if one was apparent.

Anyone with a purple spot on their hand, was a slave, and she was not allowed to serve them. He then explained that, as his own personal slave, he would expect her behaviour to be impeccable. If he received any complaint about her, she would be beaten badly. Then he dropped the bombshell.

“If any of My Dominant guests want a blow job from you. You will drop to your knees, and give them one. If they cum in your mouth, you will swallow, all of it. If a Female Dominant wants you to satisfy her, you will do so. Is this clear?”

Justine took a few seconds to take in what he had said. He was actually giving permission for others to use her mouth. Oral sex was not new to her, but not having control over who she sucked, was

“Sir,” she replied. “I have never had sex with a woman. I am straight”

“Not now you aren’t” came his terse response. “If one of My guests, male or female, wants you to satisfy them, you will do so. Is this clearly understood?”

Justine’s head dropped. She knew she had no choice, but other women had never interested her. She didn’t have the faintest idea of how to please them, but if she failed, she would get beaten. She simply could not win.

And the colours. Black, red, purple. She knew she had to do as he had said, or suffer. And yet, this was harder than surrendering herself to the Magician in many ways. What she had done then, was voluntary. Now, she was being given no choices.

She knew by his comments, that James was setting her up to service a few of his guests, both male and female. The men didn’t bother her, but the women were a different thing. She had never even contemplated sex with another woman, and now she was expected to please them, should they request, or demand it. And she knew it was demand. Anyone with a black spot was dominant, and dominants were the higher tier, submissive second, and herself, as a slave, last

There was another thing bugging Justine. And it wasn’t something she could talk to him about. He had made a decision, and she knew he would not change his mind. But though he had now become used to her own modifications, and James saw then everyday, and she was used to him seeing them, he would be inviting a large number of guests to a party, and they, too, would see them.

Once again she felt self conscious about them, and feared what others would say about her. She was used to James’ comments every now and again, but to have total strangers stare at her? She wasn’t sure how she would handle that. But James had made his decision, and nothing on earth would make him change his mind. Certainly not he feelings. To date, her feelings had never been a consideration in anything he wished to do to her, or with her.

On the night of the party Justine was blindfolded and led across to the barn. She could feel the fresh air in her lungs, could smell hay in fields close by, and though freedom was, perhaps, a few steps away, she did not see it, and made no attempt to run. He had not even been holding her, she found her way simply by following his spoken instructions.

Once inside the barn he made her kneel and wait, as he turned on lights and heaters. Though it was a pleasant day, the night would be much cooler, and as some of his guests would be undressed, he always tried to make sure the lace was not too cold.

Eventually Justine was led to a table in one corner, where her blindfold was removed. The table was full of clean glasses of various shapes and sizes, and James quickly ran through what drink went in which glass. He listened carefully. She knew James would not repeat himself, and she also knew that if she served the wrong drink in the wrong glass, she would pay for it. She had been beaten badly just over four days before, and still bore the marks, she did not want more punishment if she could avoid it.

Her job, would be to make sure that his guests had full glasses at all times. She would pass around, and between them, making sure everyone had a drink, if they wanted one. She would return to the bar area, pour the drink, and return it to the guest, curtsey, and thank them for using her services.

This meant that every guest would be able to see exactly what modifications she had done to herself. Maybe they already knew, but after tonight, they would know for sure. Of that she had no doubts.

A car was heard pulling up outside the barn, and Justine was told to kneel by the table and wait. Obediently, she dropped to her knees, as James walked out of the barn door, returning a few minutes later with three other people.

The first was a woman who looked to be in her forties, dressed from neck to toe in skin tight black latex. She was both tall, and slim and  Justine could tell she was wearing nothing under it.  Anything under the latex skin would have clearly shown up.

She was followed by two other people. The first was clearly a girl, in her early twenties, her hands bound behind her back, and naked. Even her head had been shaved. The second was  a boy, also in his early twenties. He was dressed as a French maid, black dress that came to just below his butt cheeks, white apron, white maid’s cap, and frilly underskirt. It was obvious he was wearing nothing under the outfit, from a modification that could be clearly seen.

His cock was being stretched downwards, due to a heavy weight fastened to his fore skin. At first, Justine thought it had been tied or clamped, but as he moved closer, she could see a metal ring going through his fore skin, and holding the weight. Even without the weight, the boy would never have sex. His foreskin was never going to go back over the head of his cock, thanks to the ring.

Still on her knees, she was in a position to see how the girl had been modified. It was nothing too obvious, and Justine guessed that had she been standing up, she may not have noticed it. The girl’s labia had been pierced in several places, and a lace threaded through the holes, and pulled tight together, lacing the girl’s pussy closed.

The guests and James stopped by Justine, as he told her to bend over a table, legs spread wide. He then explained to the woman about Justine. The pussy and arse were lined by eight inch long surgical steel liners. Justine would not feel it if she was getting fucked, apart from feeling the man, or woman, crashing against her. Inside, she would feel nothing. It made no difference. Pussy or arse. Both were wide open, and lined. The corset was welded in place, James explained. Not bothering to explain the concept of freeze welding, even though Justine had explained it to him. And the tit covers were riveted in place. He also explained that none of Justine’s modifications could ever be reversed.

James enquired about the two people with her.

Pointing to the male she answered.

“This is Bella. She will be able to help your own slave with service. She is an anal virgin, but has been told that, should anyone wish to use her, they are free to do so. It has frightened her. And this is Dolly” the woman said, pointing to the shaven headed girl.

“She too is an anal virgin, but is free for use. As is her mouth. Her pussy is laced shut, but she still has the other holes to be used. Both together if the Darien twins are coming.”

“They may be” answered James. “They were not sure if they could make it tonight. But if they do, I am sure Dolly will entertain them. My own slave, apart from being the bar slut, is available orally. “

“Does she have a name?” asked the woman.

“No. I took her name away from her, and have not yet given her a new one. Tonight she can be known as bar slut. “

the woman started to laugh, as she and James moved away, leaving her own slaves alone with Justine.  Both knelt down, their thighs open, hands on their  knees, and looking down. Neither of them spoke, and Justine didn’t want to start a conversation in case she got herself, or them, into trouble.

Over the next forty minutes, other people arrived, and slowly the barn began to fill. Justine was kept busy fetching and carrying drinks, and the boy she had heard called Bella, was working just as hard. Many of the people were well dressed, though in latex, rubber and leather, though a great many were naked or semi naked, on collars and leashes, or simply kneeling I submission.

Justine often found herself staring at people. So many had rings or other things through different parts of their body. One girl had a large tattoo on her back depicting a battle scene from the English Civil War. The one Justine felt really sorry for was a small blonde girl. She obviously had no use of her hands, as large rings had been forced through them. Justine couldn’t even imagine how that must have felt. The rings were a quarter of an inch thick, and four inches in diameter. They had been passed straight through the centre of the girl’s palms. These rings had then been connected to other rings through the girl’s nipples. Locking her hands in place. Justine watched for a few moments, but the girl’s fingers didn’t seem to move at all.

It hadn’t taken long for Justine to realise that everyone in the barn, was either interested in, or had experienced some for of body modification. She actually forgot about her own self consciousness. Her own modification seemed to pale into insignificance compared to some of the others she had seen.

At one stage a naked girl was strung up by the wrists to a pulley hanging from the centre of the barn. Other than the ropes that held her in place, she didn’t seem to have anything done to her. The girl’s face was contorted in pain, her whole weight pulling on her shoulders. Justine felt sorry for her, but there was nothing she could do for the girl.

It was about an hour later when James spoke over a micrphone.

“Ladies and gentlemen. Broadsword is auctioning off this slave. She was born into slavery, being his own daughter. So far, she had no modifications, which sort of makes her a blank canvas. She is not here of her own free will, and has not been trained as a slave. To I suspect whoever wins her, is going to have a battle on her hands. We will start the auction in the usual way, bids, in private, to me before ten o’clock. . Broadsword had informed me that there is a reserve on the girl. If the reserve is not reached, then she will be taken home, and Broadsword himself will modify her. That, ladies and gentlemen, would be a sore loss. We all know what Broadsword is like. The envelopes are on the table, looked after by Fuck-Me, and they should be handed to me when you have placed your bid. And no, I do not know what Broadsword’s reserve is, and wont until the auction starts. Now please, take a good look at her. She is eighteen years old, has wonderful skin tone. Great muscles, and I am sure the right jewellery will make her look even better. Her mother cant be here tonight, she is a little tied up”

There was a ripple of laughter that that point. Obviously that comment had meant a lot to a good many people. Justine didn’t understand, but she did feel sorry for the girl, still hanging in the centre of the barn.  Justine had, basically, chosen her own fate. This girl, was not being given that opportunity.

Justine kept an eye on a clock that hung on one wall of the barn. She could see several people approach James with little brown envelopes, obviously bidding on the unfortunate girl.

“Ladies and gentlemen” James’ voice boomed out across the barn again. “I have asked if she has any sexual experience at all. Does she understand any of what will befall her. The answer is a definite no. three virginal holes, and a body that knows nothing of pain. So come on, ten minutes left to get your bids in. don’t blame me if you are prepared to offer more than she goes for, ands haven’t bid that high.”

Justine couldn’t believe what was happening. Someone was actually selling his own daughter. It didn’t seem to cause any upset among the others in the barn.  And yet, Justine would have given anything to let the girl free, before this madness came to a head. Her only problem was the fear of retribution. She had no doubt that James would punish her severely if she made any attempt at all to get the girl free.

The clock ticked slowly. Agonisingly towards ten. The girl couldn’t see the clock, as it was behind her, but people had begun to gather in a circle around her. The time was obviously imminent. In a very short time, someone would own her,

James stood on a podium at one side of the barn, microphone in hand.

“Ladies and gentlemen. The time has arrived, and all bids are in. no more bids will be accepted now, if you have not put on in, don’t cry to me, I have no tissues with me.”

Another ripple of laughter filtered its way through the crowd.

“First I will look at the reserve.” He said, taking a whiter envelope from his pocket. Quickly he opened it, and read what was written on the paper. James looked over at the girl’s father, and smiled.

“Okay” I have your bids in the envelopes, that cannot be changed. I will call upon each of you, in turn, to reveal your bid to the rest of us. Remember folks, you may only bid the amount written in your envelope. If your bid is unsuccessful. Then I am sorry. Only one of you can win her. “

0ver the next few minutes James called upon many different people to announce their bids. The numbers surprised Justine. She had never known a slave could be as valuable. One man, a white haired old man who seemed to have no-one with him, raised a lot of laughs when he was called upon.

“Winter? How much is your bid?”

The white haired man stood up and spoke with a clear voice.

“My envelope is empty, Sir” her responded. My bid is actually zero. Untrained, un disciplined she will take a lot of work. Until she gets some work under her belt, so to speak, she is worth nothing”

A huge jeer went around the crown. The man was obviously well known, but everyone seemed surprised that he had not put a high bid in for the girl.

Others had bet massively high sums, but James was giving nothing away.

Justine found herself suddenly upset as she learned that James had also put a bid in for the girl. She was his slave. His only slave, she didn’t want to share hi, with anyone. The relief when she hard other bids above his, was audible. Justine had no idea what she would have done had James won the girl. It was beyond her comprehension that he would even make a bid. Had she done something wrong? Was he tired of her already?

Fortunately, James had not bid high enough, even though he had bid over two thousand dollars for the girl.

All during the auction the girl hung from her restrains, kicking out, trying to get her hands free, but to no avail.  Only when the auction was over, would she be lowered.

“Ladies and gentlemen” called James. We have all the bids, and all have been confirmed. Now we find out if Broadsword’s reserve has been met.”

Pulling the white envelope form his pocket again, James pulled the slip of paper from it, and began to read.

“I understand that most of you will put in high ids for my daughter. However. This is going to be a reverse auction. My daughter will be sold to the lowest bid, not the highest. All I ask, is that the winner take care of her in the usual fashion. She is plinth worthy, and would hate it. Good luck to all who bid”

“Well” started James again after the room hushed. This leaves us with a predicament, doesn’t it? The lowest physical bid was five hundred dollars. And normally, that would be the winning bid. However, Winter also put a bid in, and though the envelope was empty, his bid has to be considered legal, and acceptable. As this was a reverse auction, I have no choice but to announce Winter as the winner.” There was a lot of cheering, whistling and foot stomping as James made the announcement. He waited until it die down, and then turned to the girl’s new owner.

“Winter. As the winner, the choice is yours, you are not bound by Broadswords wishes, but you may consider them and agree. I have a single question. Plinth, or not Plinth?”

Justine had no idea what they were talking about but even so, she wanted the whiote haired man to say no.

“Plinth” replied Winter. “It was her father’s wish, and I see no reason to deny him a last wish”

Again cheers rang out loud and long as the old man spoke. The girl’s father moved to shake his hand, and Justine could see him whisper a “thank you”.

Moments later a wooden plinth was brought into the centre of the barn. It was like a vaulting horse, on a high stage. The horse was padded, but the base was much wider than the top.

The girl. Still hanging by her wrists, and struggling to get free, seemed to know what was about to happen. She screamed for release, but none was coming. Not yet.

He father, Broadsword raised his hand and pointed it at his helpless daughter. There was a blue flash, and she kicked and screamed, her who body shaking uncontrollably, before suddenly hanging limp. At first, Justine that she had been killed, until she heard Broadsword laugh and tell everyone that tazer guns had their place.

The girl was then lowered and placed on the vaulting horse. Her arms were stretched down and fastened to hooks at the base of the horse. Her legs were also pulled out and won, end fastened to the horse. It was clear to Justine that the girl’s pussy was now available. And she would be able to do nothing to stop it. But would they violate her now. Or wait for her to waken. The answer was wait. Now she was in place, general chatter returned, as did Justine and Bella being over run with drink requests.

No other slave had been appointed to help her, and after the auction. Everyone seemed to have a thirst.

She had seen, when she was delivering drinks to a man in rubber, Bella on his knees in front of a male slave, the slave’s cock buried deep in his mouth. Neither the slave nor Bella seemed happy about it,  but it seemed that had no choice.

As for Dolly, Justine had not seen her for a long time. But after seeing what was going on around her, Justine doubted that Dolly had held onto her virginity

“Ladies and Gentlemen” James bellowed over the noise. The plinth is now available.”

Justine looked over and could see that the girl was finally awake. Someone had added a blindfold, so she had no idea where she was, or what was happening to her. Though she would soon know.

A step was placed at one end of the vaulting horse, at the end between her legs, so people could stand on it, and reach their target. The girl’s pussy.

The man Broadsword was close by, and, as Justine could see, was removing his latex trousers. She had to look away, unable to watch as Broadsword moved behind the girl, his cock already erect, and stood on the step. The room had gone silent. Only the moans of the girl could be heard, as Broadsword played with his cock, less than an inch away from his daughter’s pussy.

Someone started a countdown. From ten. The whole crowd counted down, and at three, Broadsword moved into position. Justine couldn’t watch. This was wrong, and the count continued.

“Two. One. Zero”

as the crowd shouted Zero, Broadsword pressed his hips forwards, his cock entering the bound and helpless girl.  She screamed as she felt something press into her. She tried to wriggle free, but the ropes held her tight, as her father pulled his hips slowly back, and grabbed hold of her own hips.

A shriek that could wake the dead came from the girl’s mouth as Broadsword rammed his own hips forwards, ripping through her hymen. and sinking his cock deep inside her pussy. No-one seemed to care that he was committing incest. This was his own daughter. First he had sold her, and now, he was fucking her, as if she didn’t matter.

For ten minutes Broadsword took advantage of her, his hips ramming in and out of the bound girl. The screams had stopped, but the sobbing was shaking her whole body/

With a groan. Broadsword rammed his hips as far forward as he could, and held his cock deep inside the girl’s pussy. Everyone knew what was happening. As he filled the girl with his own cum. Anywhere else, he would have been arrested. Here, as he slowly pulled out of her, there were cheers.

Even as he pulled out an walked away, others were lignin up to take his place. Many of then were slaves at their owners insistence, but other Dominant men were also lining up. It seemed that the girl was free to all, and many would take advantage of her.

The party had been a month before. And even as Justine was being placed in her cage for the night, she knew she had to ask.

“Master. Why did you bid on the girl? Are you tired of me already?”

James laughed loudly before answering.

“No slave. It is traditional for the host, if there is an auction, to put a bid in. I put one in I know wouldn’t win. It’s a good job I didn’t put a blank envelope in, isn’t it, as host, I would have beaten Winter. And you would now have a sister slave.”

Still laughing, James had walked away, leaving her to think about all that had happened at the party.;

Now, a month later, she was still doing the best she could for him. It would be terrible, now. If he was to get another slave. What had happened to the girl on the plinth had made her fully aware that she was, in the end, only worth to James what he got out of her. No-one at the party had requested a blow job from her. Perhaps James had not made her available. But she knew he would have no qualms about doing to in the future. Her only hope, was to keep him happy, and make him want her.

The alternative, was unthinkable.