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NICOLE: JOURNEY OF A SLAVE
By Charles E. Campbell
(Author’s note: It is my intention at this time to introduce some of my characters from my other stories to various other characters in this chapter of Nicole. The “visiting”characters will be coming from: CHELSEA’S F. N. P. C., SOME CALL IT PLAY, and SARA. These characters will also be relating their experiences with nicole, and each other, in the first person, from their perspective, in their original stories at the same time. I will be submitting all of the different chapters at the same time in an attempt to maintain cohesiveness throughout the individual story lines.
C. E. Campbell
Chapter 29
ILSA TESTS THE F. N. P. C.
slut’s morning dawned just like most every other one had since Mistress Ilsa had become her owner. At the designated hour, she would push herself up off the mat that had so considerately been provided for her, quietly climb under the sheets of Ilsa’s massive king size bed, being particularly careful not to rattle the chain that shackled her ankle to the end of the bed, so as not to disturb her Mistress. Ever so gently, she would part her Mistress’ legs, and nuzzle her face in the tangled mass of pubic hair. Forgoing the clitoris, she would, instead, gently massage the peehole itself, her tongue seeking out the tiny slit, stimulating the urge from her Mistress. As Ilsa would empty her bladder, the willing slave would drink the offering eagerly, as this was her daily substitute for fresh fruit juice. Being a toilet slave was no harder than anything else slut was expected to endure, but the first piss of the day was always the most reviling and bitter, as the urine was so concentrated and had a very distinct and repugnant odor and taste as compared to other times of the day.
Having emptied her owner’s bladder, slut would next lick and suck the thick clit that hid in total protection in the upper folds of her Mistress’s vulva. Some mornings Ilsa would hold out for an hour or more as Her slave worshiped the center if Her femininity. Other mornings, She would cum in a matter of minutes. slut never knew the reason for these discrepancies. In the beginning, she feared it was her lack of skills and abilities, but she had often heard her Mistress extol her oral skills to others, and then making slut demonstrate them as proof of Her claims. The actual reason She sometimes came so fast and other times not, was really as simple as whether or not Mistress Ilsa had been having a sexual dream when she woke up. If She was having one, She came very fast. If not......
Some mornings Ilsa would take the riding crop which resided on Her night table and whip slut as she performed her daily chores. Other days She would pull slut’s bald head into Her, effectively making even slut ’s breathing something She controlled. Some mornings, like today, She wouldn’t deign to touch the slave at all. In fact, once Ilsa had cum, She lifted Her leg, planted Her barefoot in slut’s face, and unceremoniously kicked her out of bed and onto the hardwood floor. slut got up on all fours and waited until the shackle was unlocked, then she crawled into the bathroom and drew Ilsa’s morning bath, careful to insure that the temperature was what Ilsa demanded., and adding lavishly scented oils to the water .
When everything was just so, slut crawled back to the bedroom and said, “Your bath is prepared, Mistress.”
“Thank you, slave,” Ilsa replied casually as She sprang from the bed. Passing slut on Her way to the tub, Ilsa reached down and slapped Her slave’s cunt twice, eliciting a grunt on the second slap.
The obedient slave knelt outside the bathroom and waited on her knees while her Mistress bathed Herself. Some mornings She would allow slut the honor of actually bathing Her, but today She wished privacy.
“slave,” Ilsa called out.
“Coming, Mistress.”
slut crawled back into the bathroom and, helping her owner out of the sudsy waters, wrapped Her in a huge soft towel and gently patted Her dry. “I would like two poached eggs, lightly buttered rye toast, grapefruit juice and coffee,” Ilsa announced.
“Of course, Mistress,” slut answered. Taking her cue, she crawled out of the bath, shutting the door behind her. Out of sight from Ilsa, slut stood up and went downstairs to the kitchen to prepare Ilsa’s breakfast. she had already set the silverware and china in the dining room, so it was just a matter of grinding the coffee beans, brewing the coffee, and getting the meal ready.. The morning paper was on the table with Ilsa’s reading glasses.
When the slave heard her Mistress descending the stairs, she poured the coffee and took the pre-chilled glass of juice from the fridge and brought them in and placed them on the table. Holding the massive chair for her Mistress, slut helped Her sit down, and then went to the kitchen to finish making the meal.
After breakfast was finished, slut poured her Mistress a second cup of coffee and cleaned up while Ilsa read the paper. “Meet Me in the study when you’ve finished the dishes,” Ilsa called to slut as she pushed back from the table.
“Of course, Mistress,” she called back. Fifteen minutes later, the dining room and kitchen cleaned up, slut joined Ilsa in the study. “I see the invitations arrived,” Ilsa said, looking at the box on Her desk.
“Yes, Mistress, they were delivered last night while You were out.”
“Did you prepare the list of guests as I asked?”
“Of course, Mistress. It’s in the top right hand drawer of Your desk. Shall I get it for You?”
“No, I can get it,” Ilsa said, pulling the drawer open and extracting the single sheet of paper. It was a neatly typed list of twenty-five names. Ilsa scanned the list and then said, “This should be fine. Enough people to be interesting, and not too many to cause a loss of intimacy. I’ll sign them and then you can address and stamp them, and then we’ll take them to the Post Office today and get them out.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
slut went to the closet and took a well worn old dark wooden box down from the top shelf. she placed the box on the desk so that when she opened it, it would face Ilsa and be within an easy reach for Her. Ilsa was reading the invitations, and She seemed pleased with what She saw. Opening the box, Ilsa selected a beautifully sculpted gold calligraphy pen, with an extremely fine, sharp nib, then She shut the box.
No instructions were required, slut had been a part of this scenario many times before. Meekly, slut knelt on the floor just to the right of where Ilsa was seated. Ilsa had the first invitation in front of Her as She stabbed the pen deep into slut’s breast, drawing blood. Using slut’s breast blood, Ilsa penned an exotic looking version of the letter “I” on the card. She set the card aside to dry and then repeated the procedure stabbing slut again and again in the same breast each time, until all twenty-five invitations had been signed. slut’s breast was dripping blood by the time Ilsa was finished, the twenty-five stab wounds weren’t big, but they were certainly quite deep.
“Don’t clean yourself off, slave,” She ordered. “Just fill in the addresses on the envelopes and put the invitations in them. We’ll run them to the post office together when we go out to the gym.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“I’m going to stroll the gardens for a while. We’ll run the errands afterwards.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Ilsa leaned over and wiped some fresh blood from slut’s breast onto Her finger. She studied it for a moment, seemingly deep in thought, and then brought it to slut’s lips. The slave opened her mouth and sucked and licked her blood from Her Mistress’ finger.
“Thank You, Mistress,” she said, head bowed when Ilsa removed Her finger.
“Oh, and don’t forget to post today’s blog.”
“Of course, Mistress,” slut replied.
slut set about addressing the twenty-five envelopes, with a normal pen. she took her time, being careful to write with the most elegant, neat and graceful handwriting possible.
With that task complete, she sat at the computer and entered the blog for her Mistress, always careful to keep it vague, relying on suggestion and innuendo for the true meaning behind the words. It was a tactic slut had become quite proficient with. A few unknowing people who happened to stumble upon the blog could possibly read between the lines and understand what was really being posted but the majority wouldn’t be able to decipher the real revelations or the content.
The updates on the blog complete, slut checked Ilsa’s emails. Nothing out of the ordinary, excepting for one that was simply signed F.N.P.C.. It was the third such email Ilsa had received from that address, and each time it was clear that whoever the writer was, they could read between the lines in the blog’s slut had been posting regarding the upcoming collaring ceremony. Normally, slut wouldn’t bother her Mistress with such mundane and trivial things, but there was something here, maybe in how the emails were constructed, that piqued her interest. So she decided she would tell Ilsa about it, and let Her decide what, if anything, they would do.
After serving her Mistress a lunch consisting of salad, fruit, and green tea, slut got dressed and drove Ilsa to the gym for Her thrice weekly workout. Ilsa mandated that slut participate as well, although She did allow for slut to wear loose fitting tops so the breast bars wouldn’t be so easy to see. Ilsa liked this particular gym, and didn’t want to have to look elsewhere if people were offended by slut.
In the sauna, after the workout, slut waited until the only other woman left before she broached the mysterious emails with her Mistress.
“Mistress, we have been receiving some emails from a writer who only identifies themself as F. N. P. C. It seems to me that this person has read between the lines and has an understanding of the blogs regarding the collaring ceremony.”
Ilsa’s eyes remained closed, as she sat naked while the mists of hot steam cleansed and relaxed her. “What have the emails said?” she asked, seeming not at all concerned by the revelation
“There have been three emails, Mistress. The first one was really just probing to see if Your blog was an advertisement for some BDSM pay site. Of course i did not reply to it, or the other two as well,” she added quickly.
“The second email came a few weeks later. It had a different tone to it, almost like a different person was writing it. This one was more to the point, stating that the writer knew there was to be a collaring ceremony, that they were a small group of some kind, and that they wished to be invited.”
Ilsa’s eyes opened, “Really.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“And the last email?”
“It came a few days after the second one. It was pretty much the same as the second, although it asked if we had received the second one. And it expressed what seemed to me to be a real interest in the ceremony. Even going so far as to offer any help we might require. They even offered to meet You somewhere public to discuss it. And they included a file attachment with it.”
“What was it?”
“It was a video. It showed a group of girls standing in a circle. They were all naked. They were performing what seemed to be a ritual. They fingered each other’s pussies, for quite some time, then, after having done that, they all cleaned their fingers.”
“Really,?” Ilsa commented, much more interested now.
“And when did the last email arrive, slut?”
“i opened it this morning. After posting Your blog, Mistress.”
“you will show it to Me when we return home.”
“Of course, Mistress.”
After a shower, they got dressed and slut drove them home. Ilsa headed for Her study, while slut went to boot up the computer and have the email ready when asked.
Ilsa read the email quickly, then She re-read it again before looking at the video.
“I like what I see,” She commented aloud rhetorically. “Looks to Me that they’ve read the L’Historie D’O. Look at the pretty little pierced pussies, all smooth and bald!
“Reply to Chelsea. Say......... say that I am intrigued by their brazen boldness, and find the video adorable. I would like to see some more footage before I consider their request.
“Just to keep it open and hopeful for them, ask where they are, You may say that I am located in Manhattan. They’re probably out in Iowa somewhere, so it’s all probably moot anyway.”
“Yes, Mistress,” slut returned, typing away at the keyboard.
The next morning, slut read the reply from the F. N. P. C. As directed, a video file was attached. slut showed it to her Mistress first thing, and Ilsa read it and was outwardly pleased that the Cult was situated nearby. She watched the video numerous times. It showed a young girl, naked, laying on the floor with her legs splayed. Another girl, also naked, was savagely whipping the other girl’s shaved mound with a thick leather belt. Ten lashed were delivered, turning the crotch bright red and swelling the tender skin. After the whipping, the girl who had wielded the belt, got down between the still screaming victim’s legs, and orally satisfied her.
“I’ve seen enough,” Ilsa stated. “Set up a meeting with them for this Saturday, afternoon. Someplace public, that way they’ll be more comfortable. It would probably be best if it’s midtown, as they might want to come by train to Grand Central. Let them choose the time. Request pictures of all of the girls, naked, of course. And state that they all don’t need to attend. Two would be fine, Chelsea and whoever else she selects as a representative. They are to comply, or they are not to bother Me ever again. Oh, and tell them I expect them to dress in a white, short sleeve blouse, leaving the top three buttons open, pleated plaid skirt, very short, white knee socks, and saddle shoes. Nothing else! Let’s see it they realize what that means.”
“Right away, Mistress,” slut answered, already composing the email in her mind. After giving it some thought, slut chose Rockefeller Center for the meeting, in the Promenade, Fifth Ave. Side, facing 30 Rock.
The email confirming the meeting, and selecting 11:30 as the time came the next day. Ilsa informed slut that She wanted her to bring little Keri along, and that she was to be dressed the same as the two girls from the F. N. P. C. were to be. She wanted slut to dressed in a very short, tight black leather skirt, thigh high stiletto heeled boots, and a low cut scoop necked top, very tight fitting, so as to show off the scars on the tops of her breasts, and the outline of her breast bars. slut called Keri’s guardian to arrange for Ilsa’s demands to be met.
Keri arrived Friday afternoon, and Ilsa sent her shopping with slut for a white blouse, white knee socks, saddle shoes and a pleated skirt. The evening was spent by Ilsa and Keri playing with slut in the dungeon. slut was heavily marked by the cane that Keri so wickedly and adeptly handled. Thick raised welts covered the slave’s thighs belly and buttocks, her breasts having been declared off limits by Ilsa.
Saturday morning dawned and both slut and Keri dressed as they had been instructed. Ilsa inspected them both, and told Keri to wear her skirt higher on her waist, making it even more short. She also told her to unbutton four buttons on the blouse, and that they were to tell the girls from the F. N. P. C. to do the same.
“Slave, I want you all to go to Dermis after your initial meeting. Tell them whatever you want, tell them it’s a test of their devotion, it doesn’t matter. If they agree to go with you, call Me, and I will meet you there.”
“Yes, Mistress,” slut replied, smiling inside, knowingly.
slut and Keri hailed a cab to take them downtown to Rockefeller Center. They were a little early, which was fine, because slut wanted to find a good vantage point to reconnoiter from so she could locate the girls and see if they were alone before approaching them. she selected a position crammed with tourists up on the 50th St. Side, looking down on the rink. It was far enough away, but still provided a clear, unobstructed view of the entire perimeter of the famed rink.
They didn’t have to wait long. Keri spotted them first as they neared the wall. “I’ll bet that’s them,” she exclaimed excitedly!
slut didn’t reply, but her eyes fixed on the two identically dressed girls who were now leaning over looking down onto the ice-skaters. “You’re probably right,” she agreed, not taking her eyes from the girls, who were now obvious in searching the crowd for some tell-tale sign of their contact person. “We’ll give them ten minutes,” slut decided, glancing at the watch on the woman standing next to her. “That will make it 11:35. You’ll go meet them in ten minutes. i want to see if they get cold feet and leave before that.”
It was clear the girls hadn’t spotted slut and Keri. slut observed that they both seemed to have followed the dress requirements to the letter. They both had extremely short pleated skirts, white tops with enough buttons open to expose the tops of their breasts, and white knee socks. The throng of out-of-towners prevented seeing if they had the right shoes, but slut was pretty sure their attention to detail wouldn’t have skipped that.
“You can head over to them now, Keri,” slut said, still watching the girls. “Go around the block and come in from the 5th Avenue side. I’ll be better able to watch them that way.
“Remember what to say?”
“Yes, slut. I introduce myself, and tell them if they want to go through with this, they are to come with me to the front steps to St. Pat’s, and that’s where you’ll be.”
“Good. That’s about as open a space as there is around here. You better get going.”
Keri leaned in and kissed slut full on the mouth, her tongue probing deeply, much to the chagrin of the Asian tourist who was standing next to them, and she was off. slut watched as Keri walked down the street and made a right turn onto 5th Ave. so she could come in behind the two girls. Once she was out of sight, slut went back to observing Chelsea and her friend, trying to guess which one was Chelsea.
Keri strode purposefully down the Promenade towards them looking straight into their faces, watching for a moment of possible recognition, but none came. About three yards away, one of them, Keri would soon know that this one was Hanna, caught Keri’s eye noticing the same uniform. Before she could react, Keri was next to them, saying, “I’m Keri, and I have been sent by the person you have come to meet. her name is slut, and she is standing over to your right. Neither girl spoke, but they both turned to look for slut. “she is the woman with the bald head,” Keri informed them.
“Is she sick?” blurted out of Hanna’s mouth.
“No. her owner, Mistress Ilsa, doesn’t allow Her slaves the false modesty of hair anywhere on their bodies. She feels strongly that making them remove all of their hair helps them concentrate on the reality of their being owned by someone.
“Now, which one of you is Chelsea?”
“I am,” she responded, “And this is Hanna, My hand maiden.”
Keri gave a slight nod of recognition and continued, “slut wants you both to follow me over to St. Pat’s. We’re going to meet on the steps over there, outside, so it’s nice and public. slut will explain Mistress Ilsa’s expectations to you there.”
“Okay,” Chelsea answered, noticing that the bald woman had gone.
“Before we head over there, I want you both to adjust your clothes so you look more like me. Open one more button on your blouses, and then hike your skirts up higher. You can roll the waistband over if you want”
Both girls compiled with Keri’s request, althoug Hanna hesitated a lot longer than Chelsea, unbuttoning another button and then hitching their already very short skirts higher. “Look’s like we’re ready,” Keri proclaimed. “Let’s go and meet slut.”
The three girls walked back up the promenade and out onto 5th Ave. Turning left, they all spotted slut standing on the steps of the great cathedral. she was quite easy to spot, dressed as she was , she appeared totally incongruous standing there. Both tourists and the devout alike cut her a wide berth as they made their way into and out of the famed edifice. Crossing 5th, the three girls all strode towards slut.
“This is Chelsea,” Keri said, indicating the Priestess, “and this is Hanna, Her hand Maiden.”
slut nodded, and replied, “my name is slut, and i am a slave of Mistress Ilsa, the woman you have been contacting regarding Her ceremony.” Neither girl seemed to register what they were hearing, rather, their eyes were fixated on the scarred breasts that were so copiously displayed by the low scoop neck of her top. The bulges of the breast bars were clearly exhibited as well, although neither girl could have fathomed what they were. “She has sent me,” she continued, “to talk to you, and feel you out, as She is somewhat intrigued by your request to attend the ceremony and offer help in anyway.
“Before i tell you what is expected of you, it is imperative that you understand that the world in which we live is founded upon trust. Total, absolute trust. Both the granting of it and the acceptance of it. If, for any reason, you do not possess the ability to accept and give complete trust, then this conversation ends, here and now. You may get back on te train and head home.
“But, if you are able, and willing to enter into a world of complete mutual trust, then you are to follow me, and do everything you are told. i can absolutely guarantee that no harm will come to either of you, in any form. You will also always be free to go. At no time will either of you, or Keri or i be in any danger whatsoever. Is that understood?”
“Yes,”Chelsea answered very quickly, adding, “Hanna and I are willing to learn and experience this world, and we will follow your instructions to the letter, won’t we Hanna?”
I know I hesitated again here, my already nervous stomach was twisted in knots. Chelsea gave me a stern glare, and I softly agreed, “Yes. We will do whatever you ask of us. We give you our trust and accept yours as well.”
“Very well then,” slut smiled. “Time for a little trip. Come with me.”
They walked down the steps from the cathedral together and stood at the curb while slut hailed a cab for us. Getting in the cab,and slut gave the driver an address on the lower west side.
The traffic got lighter as they moved south of the tourist Mecca of the city and in fifteen minutes, they found themselves on a quiet street in front of a tall old red brick building. slut paid the driver and they all got out and stood under an awning with huge distinctive letters which read “DERMIS.”
A very large black doorman held the cab door for them as they got out, and slut handed him a plastic card, which he examined, front and back, very carefully before swiping it through a scanner next to the door in the building. He punched in some code, and said, “All set ladies, please follow me.”
He politely held the big wooden door open for the four women as they entered into a beautiful marble foyer. The walls to the left and right sides had massive ornate gold framed mirrors above dark cherry sideboards. On each sideboard was a crystal vase filled with gorgeous bunches of fresh cut flowers.
They walked over to an elevator, but there were no buttons to press to summon the car. It just seemed to sense their presence and opened on it’s own. Entering the car, again no buttons could be seen to push for floor selection. The doorman got in with them, and the door just shut. The car began to ascend.
“This way ladies,” the man said, as the elevator door opened. He was indicating that they were to follow him down the hall to the left. The hallway was narrow with dark wooden doors lining one side only. No windows, and only small flickering electric candles lit the corridor.
“You may use this room,” he said, as he opened one of the doors and held it for them. “You’ve been here before,” he said to slut, “so you know the rules.”
slut handed him a tip, which he fluidly palmed and slid into his pocket. “Thank you, Miss,” he said as he shut the door and left.
“This is an exclusive private club,” slut began. “There are basically only two rules here that must be strictly adhered to. The first is that everyone must be naked at all times. Everyone. The second is that you are allowed, expected actually, to ask anything of anyone, whenever you want. You can ask them a question or ask them to do something. They are allowed to answer you, truthfully, or they are allowed to refuse the question. They are allowed to do what you ask, or they may refuse. That is completely each person’s choice. You do not have to do anything you don’t wish to.”
“Except for slut,” Keri interrupted excitedly, her blouse already off, showing her all but non-existent chest. “slut isn’t allowed to ask anyone anything at all. And, she has to accept anything that is asked of her. Mistress’ rules!” She was almost singing her words, her excitement impossible to contain. She had undone her skirt had let it fall in a heap on the carpet around her ankles. She kicked off her saddle shoes and she was naked, and eager!
slut was the next one to get undressed, first removing her top, then her tight skirt. Chelsea boldly followed suit, trying to seem as casual as she could. She opened her blouse and allowed it to slip slowly from her shoulders and drop to the floor. She let her skirt fall the same way. Then, almost defiantly, she turned her back on slut and Keri, bent over, giving all a good unobstructed view of her pussy and ass, and removed her socks and shoes.
Hanna seemed lost in a fog. It took Chelsea prodding her with a stern, “Hanna, we’re waiting,” for the teen to undress as well.
When everyone was naked, slut said, “Follow me, ladies,” and lead them through a different door than the one they had come in through. This one lead into a completely mirrored hallway, ceiling, walls and floor, all mirrors. The effect it created was of a multitude of naked women walking single file.
At the end of the hall was a solid wood door, which slut knocked on. It was opened by a very slender and quite tall stern looking black women. “Do come in,” she said with a smile, “Would you like a table, or would you prefer the lounge?”
“The lounge, please,” slut replied politely, returning the smile, knowingly.
“Through the doors to the right, then,” she said.
slut thanked her, and started walking in that direction, Keri, Chelsea and Hanna following behind.
The main room had about twenty people in it, although it could have easily held twice that number. It was a complete mixture of people, with only one thing in common, they were all naked. They were male and female, black, white and Asian. There were people bordering on obese, and others who looked anorexic. Some had all over tans, while others were pale pasty white. Many wore body piercings, and some wore collars and leashes. The passing of four naked women hardly raised anyone’s interest.
The lounge area had a bar with bar stools that were all made of clear Lucite plastic. The room was all mirrors, as the hallway had been, floor, walls and ceiling covered in reflective mirrors. Everyone, and everything exposed and open. Seven or eight people were already in the lounge, and one woman was on her hands and knees being fucked like a dog by a man. The rest of the people watched, casually sipping drinks and nibbling on food. The man took his pleasure with her pussy and ass, as he felt. She seemed to push back against him every time he thrust into her, maximizing the depth he attained in her bowels and cunt.
Ast the bar, slut ordered four bottles of water.
The woman behind the bar was older, around seventy years of age, with silver hair and a bush that was all white. Her once perky breasts hung down now, flat against her abdomen, and loose wrinkled skin draped from her body.
While she was getting the water, another man approached the woman on the floor and asked, “Would you suck my cock?”
“Yes,” she replied. And to further emphasize her compliance with his request, she lifted her head up and opened her mouth for him. The man knelt in front of her and she sucked his already hard cock right into her mouth, deep, his tangled thick matt of pubic hair covering her nose. She started to gag right away, as the man behind her ravaged her ass. Drool from her mouth mixed with snot from her nose as she choked on the thick cock.
Breaking the silence, Keri turned to Chelsea and asked, “Chelsea, can I lick your pussy?”
Chelsea looked at Keri, and a sly smile broke from her mouth. “Yes, Keri,” she replied. Then she added, “But in our cult, we call it worshiping. Ask me again, only this time, ask if you may worship the Divine Folds of the Naked Pussy.”
Keri wasn’t the least bit put off by Chelsea’s demand, rather, she got right into it, and knelt at Chelsea’s bare feet, and looked straight ahead at the shaven folds, as she intoned, “Priestess, may I be allowed to worship the Divine Folds of the Naked Pussy?”
Chelsea stood stock still for a moment, before spreading her legs apart, as she said, “Yes, you may.”
Keri bent forward, and as she did, she folded her arms behind her back, clasping her elbows with her hands. Her skills as a fellatrix were immediately obvious to all who were watching, as Chelsea was instantly swept into the delicious sensations caused by Keri’s talented mouth. Chelsea was sighing and swaying to Keri’s oral abilities and training.
Chelsea called out, “Hanna, I want you on all fours behind Keri, and I want you to clean her ass. Will you do that for me?”
Hanna didn’t flinch, as she responded obediently, “Of course, Priestess, as You wish,” and she got down behind Keri’s tight cheeks.
Keri bent over a bit more to make access easier for Hanna.
All eyes were on the trio of girls, commenting freely on everything from the expressions on their faces, to the skills all seemed to exhibit.
One of the women watching looked at slut, and said, “Seems to me like you’re being neglected, what a waste of talent. What is your name, slave?”
“i am slut, Ma’am,” she answered proudly.
“slut, really? That’s your name?”
“Yes, Ma’am. my Owner gave it to me when She took me over as one of Her personnel slaves.”
“That explains the steel and the scars,” she commented, studying slut’s decorations. “And what limits have been put on you, slave?”
“None, Ma’am. my Mistress instructed me to obey any and all commands that i receive here today.”
“Interesting,” the woman said, her mind already in motion. “So, I can do anything I wish with you?”
“Certainly, Ma’am. i would be proud to serve you in any fashion you might wish.”
“In that case,” she paused a moment before stating with a louder tone, “I would like to see you whipped.”
“Of course, Ma’am,” slut replied, taking it in stride. If it would please you, please have me whipped.”
“Charlotte,” the women called out to the woman behind the bar, not taking her eye’s from slut’s face, “Please be so kind as to use the strap on this slave for me.”
The bartender smiled as she said, “My pleasure, Irene.”
She picked up a heavy black belt and came out from behind the bar, her eyes focused on slut the entire time.
“Now, where shall we place you, slave,” she asked, mockingly.
“That all depends on what parts of my body you wish to whip, Ma’am,” slut answered dutifully. “If it is my ass and the backs of my legs, then i will bend over and grab my ankles. If you would prefer my belly and breasts, then i will stand with my hands folded behind my head.”
Charlotte looked over at Irene and said, “She’s been well trained.”
Then to slut, she asked, “Who is your Owner, slave?”
“Mistress Ilsa, Ma’am” slut replied, standing erect as she said it.
“Well then, I admire Her thoroughness. Let’s send you back to Her with my marks for Her to admire and appreciate. Let’s start with your chest, shall we?”
Wordlessly, slut turned to face Charlotte. Spreading her legs slightly, she clasped her hands behind her head, lacing her fingers together, the she pulled her shoulders back and thrust her chest forward.
Charlotte watched slut prepare herself, and doubled the thick belt over. Then she struck. He first stroke hard, and across both orbs together.
slut grimaced and a short grunt was heard, but she just asked, “Would Madam like me to count the strokes for her?”
Charlotte had an evil smile on her face, as she sarcastically said, “Yes, that would be nice, as she struck slut again.
A few strokes later, and Keri came, crying out as she shook in the throes of it. Chelsea came a moment later as well. Then Keri, Hanna, and Chelsea sat cross-legged on the floor and watched slut take her beating.
There were already some thick swollen welts on the tops of slut’s redden breasts. Charlotte lowered her aim and started to lash slut’s firm flat stomach. A few of the strokes were so strong that slut was knocked backwards by them. She was crying now, and screamed when the particularly hard lashes landed, but she kept counting the blows, and never begged for mercy.
Charlotte seemed to be tiring a bit, when she asked slut to bend over and grab her ankles. her pussy and ass were open for all to see because she spread her legs wide when she bent over. The pink wetness of slut’s sex started to drip moisture as Charlotte whipped her rounded cheeks. Pale white skin went to pink, then to deep red, before the elderly barmaid stopped.
Charlotte lifted slut’s hanging head and kissed her full on the mouth. slut opened her mouth wide, accepting the probing tongue and opening herself to her.
“That was wonderful,” Irene said, approaching slut. “Thank you, slut.”
Standing back up, slut replied politely, “It is i who needs to thank You, Ma’am. “i am happy to have pleased You.”
Two more people entered the lounge just then. Both women. One of them was very thin, small breasted, with a heavy rod through each of her breasts, similar to the one slut wore in her’s. The other women was very fat, almost obese, her huge flat areolas and her pussy lips had been garishly painted red.
Keri had jumped to her feet after watching slut being whipped, and she hugged and kissed slut many times, her tongue probing deep into slut’s mouth, as her hand caressed slut’s sex.
The pierced woman called out, “slut, it’s me, sara!”
slut broke from Keri’s embrace and said, “Hi, sara. How are you?”
sara said, “ Fine, thanks, and gave slut a big hug, the breast bars of both women clanked together noisily. This is my good friend Stacy, slut.”
slut responded, “ Pleased to meet you, Stacy,” and they shook hands.
Stacy stuttered, “H.......hi.....”, unable to look away from the spectacle of slut’s scars and steel, and the fresh welts that covered her naked body.
“my name is slut, Stacy. It’s okay. You can say it, or not. It really doesn’t bother me either way.”
Sensing Stacy’s level of distress, sara jumped in, offering, “slut’s Mistress took away her original name and bestowed the name ‘slut’ upon her when She took over Ownership of her.”
Then, feeling a need to explain to slut, sara added, “Stacy is my closest friend from the vanilla side.”
slut nodded, and said, “This is Keri, i don’t know if you’ve met her before. She is Elaine’s niece. Remember her?”
“Yes, i do,” sara answered, looking at Keri with a smile.
“And these are my guests,” slut continued, indicating Hanna and Chelsea, “Chelsea, and her hand maiden, Hanna. Mistress Ilsa wanted to have me size them up for Her, so ii invited them here to see what they’re like.”
Just as slut finished her introductions, a man approached them, and asked, “May I examine those interesting bars you both wear?”
slut answered for both herself and Keri, saying, “But of course.” she turned to face him, and sara did the same. He lifted one of the brackets under slut’s breast, and bent over to see how the rod runs straight through the base of her breast, deeply, close to the rib cage itself. He then inspected sara’s the same way.
The man fondled sara’s rings and said to her, “Even with your itty bitties the rod is buried deeply.”
“Yes,” sara answered proudly, “It was set as deep as possible.”
The man turned away and called out, “Toni, please come over here and see this.”
A trim and svelte middle aged woman got up from her chair and walked over to the man. She was in her late forties, judging by the obvious signs of childbirth on her body. Stretch marks, and drooping breasts all gave clues to her maturity.
Not speaking, she looked at sara’s bars first, and then at slut’s. Speaking to sara, she said, “I like them in you, but with my loose tits, I think they would look ludicrous.” Then she pulled on the rings imbedded behind sara’s areolas, and said, “I do like these, though, a lot. “These would look nice in me, I think.
The man who had called her over smiled, as he said, “I think so too, Toni. I love your titties, but rings like these would make them really hot!?
“Let’s look into them, shall we,” Toni asked? She turned back to sara and gave her a kiss on the cheek, tugged one of the rings, and whispered, “Thank you.”
Everyone wandered back into their separate groups, with Stacy and sara, slut, Keri, Chelsea, and Hanna, seated at the bar sipping water. A few minutes passed before Keri’s impatience won out. “slut and sara are not allowed to ask anyone anything. And they can’t just do something, so would anyone of you like to do something with them, or ask them to do something?”
Chelsea hopped off her barstool and said, “I would!”
Everyone looked at her and heard her announce, “I’d like to have sara whip my pussy with a belt!”
“What,” sara exclaimed, shocked by the young girl’s proclamation.
“You heard me,” Chelsea stated again, defiantly. “I want you to whip my pussy with a belt.”
sara got off her stool slowly, not even bothering to look the girl in the face, choosing instead to look at Chelsea in the mirror behind the bar. “As you wish. I will give your little pussy a whipping you will long remember!”
Charlotte handed sara the same belt she had used on slut earlier.
“Get up on that table and open your legs for me,” sara commanded sternly.
Without any hesitancy, Chelsea backed up to the table and laid back on the clear top. She bent her knees to bring her bare feet up to her ass, so she could grab them with her hands. The girl displayed her youthful limber body as she opened her legs so wide that her knees fanned out and rested on to of the table. Her pussy was gaping wide.
Keri wanted in on the scene, and looking at the open sex, said, “I want to make her wet, sara.”
“Of course, Keri,” sara answered.
Keri got between Chelsea’s widely splayed legs and showed off her skills. She didn’t start gradually and build it up, Instead, she dug right in, sucking and biting savagely, until Chelsea’s moans told her the girl was seconds from release.
“Now she’s ready, sara. Beat her,” Keri said, licking her lips.
Sara slapped her own hand several times with the heavy leather belt, by way of letting Chelsea and all assembled know this wasn’t going to be a soft beating.
She struck without warning, slashing the exposed sex as hard as she dared.
Chelsea yelled out, but said thank you to sara right away.
sara hot her ten times in a row, bringing Chelsea into a world of pain and screams. But, somehow, Chelsea always managed to thank her after each stroke.
Keri stopped sara, saying, “Wait. I want to see how warm her skin is.”
She didn’t wait for an approval from sara, she just stuck her head back into Chelsea’s sex and started biting and sucking again. In seconds, Chelsea was ready to explode.
Keri pulled back a bit, Chelsea’s clit stretched out from it’s sheath between her teeth, as she said, “Want to cum, Chelsea?”
“Yes, please,” Chelsea said, her eyes closed.
“Then I want you to beg sara for ten more lashes. Take ten more from her, and I’ll bring you off.”
Chelsea lay still for a few moments. She seemed to be mulling it over before decideing.
The decision mad, Chelsea opened her eyes and looked right into sara’s pale blue eyes, as she said, “Please sara. Please whip my pussy ten more times.
“But, but please,.....I beg you. Please do it harder!”
“I would be happy to, Chelsea,” sara said, a wicked smile on her face.
If she had held anything back on the first ten strokes, she by no means would now.
The first lash cut through the air in a blur, as Chelsea jumped from the table screaming. Her knees slammed shut, and she started to ball up, when she must have realized her error.
“Please forgive me,” she said, assuming her open position again. “Please sara, please give me three extra strokes for having closed my legs to you.”
sara’s face took a sinister look as she said, “As you wish,” and she slammed the belt into Chelsea’s crotch five times without pause.
The poor girl was beyond herself with pain, screaming and shaking, fighting the urge to close her legs, to beg for it to stop. sara paused only a few seconds before striking again, only this time the belt landed off target, much higher on the young teens belly, just below her navel.
“Sorry,” sara said, genuinely.
Through Chelsea’s tears, she managed to stay in the scene, as she replied, “No need to be.” Then, before sara struck her again, Chelsea added, “Whip me wherever you please.”
sara didn’t need any more encouragement then that, as she battered first Chelsea’s left breast with three hard strokes, and then paid equal homage to the right one, which left her with just one more stroke to deliver.
While sara paused, allowing Chelsea time to anticipate the last lash, Chelsea said,”Please sara, use the buckle.”
“Stunned, sara stammerd, “What? Are you sure?”
“Y....yes. I.........I...am sure.”
Then she turned her head to Hanna, and said, “And Hanna, would you and slut please hold my knees down on the table? I don’t think I will be able to keep them apart when sara hits me.”
Hanna’s face was pale and tears were in the corners of her eyes, as, dutifully, she answered, “O.......kay, Chelsea.”
Hanna and slut each took control over one of Chelsea’s legs at the knee, leaning down on them, pinning the girl’s legs to the table top.
sara wrapped the belt around her hand a few times, getting a firm grip on the belt, the buckle dangling menacingly down. she let it flop across the beet red skin of Chelsea’s ravaged mound, the cold metal causing a slight involuntary twitch. Pulling gently on the belt, sara caused the buckle to slide forward and drop between her parted lower lips and hitting the plastic table top with an audible clanking sound. Then she raised the belt high above her head, and taking careful ai, she brought the metal buckle down into Chelsea’s pussy with all her strength.
The lounge was instantly filled by the sound of Chelsea screaming. She thrashed about so violently that she knocked Hanna to the floor as she doubled up in a tight ball from the searing pain. slut was able to keep the one knee pinned to the table, and she let her hand drift up Chelsea’s thigh to gently caress the bruised sex.
It was a few minutes before Chelsea had calmed down enough to thank sara properly for administering the whipping to her sex. sara gave Chelsea a long hug, their faces against each other. After that, Keri buried her face in Chelsea and brought her off.
Stacy had been completely taken in by the whipping, never once even looking away from the violent spectacle. Very quietly, so almost no one noticed, she tapped sara on the shoulder, and said, softly, “M....may I touch your nipple rings, sara?”
sara replied, “Of course you may, Stacy,” and she turned to give her friend a full frontal view of her chest and it’s steel.
Stacy reached up and very softly fingered the rings with both her hands. She seemed to be trying to avoid toucjh0ng the breasts themselves, just wanting to touch the invading steel. “I....” she triled off.
“What, Stacy? Remember, you can ask anything here,” sara gently reminded her friend.
“Yes. I remember,” Stacy agreed. “I...I....was just going to s.....say that.........I really..........I really like these.”
sara was brightly smiling now, “i do too. Most people who have piercings in their chest have bars or hoops through their nipples,” sara explained. “i like these better for a lot of reasons.
“First of all, they make my breasts seem to stick out more prominently.” sara had placed her hands on top of Stacy’s, holding them even tighter to her rings and nipples. “More pointed,” she continued. “They are also stronger, since they were placed more deeply that usual in my breasts, so they will allow heavier weights to be attached without worry of them ever tearing out.”
Stacy was fixated on the rings, and started to pull on them a bit harder, testing sara’s statement about the strength. “Did they hurt,” she asked at last?
“i’d be lying if i tried to tell you otherwise, Stacy,” sara admitted honestly, then quickly adding, “But it’d not bad, and the pain goes away pretty quickly after the needle goes through.”
Stacy was deep in thought, and still fingering the steel, with sara’s fingers guding hers. “What do you think about m.....me getting them?”
sara got bubbly as she said, “i think they’d look great! You’ve got such big areolas that the rings would have to be larger in diameter and be pierced even deeper than mine.” sara looked at Stacy’s huge tits, and manipulated the tips, and she said, “It would give your breasts more definition, as the tips would be more pointed.” She gave a slight pinch to emphasize her statement.
Stacy’s face went from a smile to a frown as she thought, and said, “What about my husband? What do you think he’d say?”
“sara was quiet for a second, thinking, then, with a furrowed brow, she replied, “my first reaction is that since you’re not Owned by someone, it doesn’t matter what he thinks. Your body is your’s and your’s alone. You haven’t given it to someone, as i have. So, its’s up to you, really.
“Also, i haven’t ever met a man who wasn’t fascinated and turned on by piercings there. So, unless he’s some kind of prude, i would think he would love it!”
sara thought for a moment, then added, “Just a word to the wise, though. If you’re really considering it.”
“What’s that?”
“He might love it so much, having you pierced, that he asks you to get more. Like in your labia, or even through your clit hood.
Stacy didn’t seem shocked by the warning, rather, she said, “Wow, do you really think so?”
“It’s a possibility,” her friend said.
“Could you help me get it done,” she asked without pause? “You know,.........take me where you had it done, maybe?”
“Sure Stacy,” sara responded, taking Stacy’s hand. “i’d be happy to.”
Stacy looked at sara and asked softly, “Today?”
“If you like. After we leave we could go there. Sure.”
Stacy’s face broke out in a huge smile and she hugged and kissed her friend freely, almost crushing the petite sara in her arms with her flabby breasts and belly.
As Stacy let go, she half whispered, “sara?”
“Yes?”
“Would you kiss me?”
Laughing it off, sara said, “Of course. We just did!”
“No............I mean...........would you kiss me........down there,” and she pointed towards her pussy, cleared embarrassed by her own request.
sara stared at Stacy a moment, completely taken aback by her seemingly straight friend’s request.
“Yes.........if it’s what you want.”
“I do, sara.......I do, but..........”
“But what, Stacy,” sara asked, uncomfortable by her friend’s embarrassed state.
Stacy looked around, and saw that all ears were waiting for her to speak. She leaned in to sara and whispered something in her ear, so that it was completely private between them.
sara stepped back, somewhat put off, and said, “So ask her, Stacy. Remember what i told you? You can ask anyone anything, okay?”
“Okay,” she said, looking at the floor, visibly saddened by sara’s obvious disappointment in her attitude.
Stacy looked over at Hanna, and then quickly glance back at sara for reassurance.
sara prodded her, “Go ahead Stacy,” her eyes boring into Stacy’s, “Ask her.”
Stacy slowly turned to face Hanna, and raised her eyes to meet those of the naked teen. “Hanna,” she paused uncomfortable with what she was doing, “Would........would you let me k......kiss you,.......d........down there?” Her eyes dropped to Hanna’s bald pussy.
Before responding, Hanna looked at her Priestess for guidance, and saw an all but invisible nod from Chelsea. Confident in her Priestess’ wishes, Hanna looked back at Stacy, and replied, “Yes, you may.”
sara made Stacy lay down on the floor on her back, with her knees bent and open. Her pendulous breasts drooped to either side of her chest, and she was breathing heavily, nervous at what she had entered into. Then she positioned Hanna so that she knelt over Stacy’s mouth, one leg on either side of her head, her ass hole at Stacy’s nose. Sara got down between her friend’s open legs on her elbows and knees and started to lick, while Stacy followed sara’s oral techniques with Hanna.
Within seconds, Hanna was purring and moaning softly, rocking on Stacy’s face, grinding her puckered real hole onto Stacy’s nose. Chelsea got off her stool and stepped over to us. “Stacy,” she said. “I would like to have Hanna slap your tits. Would you like that?”
A distant and muffled, “Yes.....please,” came from between Hanna’s thighs.
Hanna began to alternate hands, slapping the fleshy bags, knocking them back and forth obscenely. She started softly, but increased the ferocity with each slap, causing Stacy’s tits to quickly redden.
Stacy was moaning from the sweet mixture of pain and pleasure which she was experiencing for the first time. She came at about the same instant as Hanna. No one moved, as they all seemed reluctant to break the position and loose the moment.
The ringing of a telephone behind the bar brought everyone back to the present.
Charlotte answered it and handed the receiver over the bar, saying, “It’s for you, slut.”
slut took it, and politely said, “Thank you.”
“Yes,” she said, and then listened obediently for a few seconds before replying, “As You wish, Mistress.”
slut offered the phone to Chelsea, “Mistress Ilsa would like to speak with you, Chelsea,” she explained.
“Yes, Mistress Ilsa,” she said.
“I have been watching you and your little friend,” Ilsa said. The lounge has many cameras as well as microphones for My viewing pleasure.
“I am quite impressed by your commitment and your ability to accept pain. I am extending an invitation to you and all of the girls in your Cult to attend the ceremony. You will not be guests, but rather, you will be participants. This will require absolute trust and obedience from all of you. No one will be permanently harmed, but you, and all of your girls, will all suffer pain and humiliation for me.
“Will you accept my terms.”
“With great pleasure, Mistress,” Chelsea answered. “We will be proud to serve You in any way You wish it.”
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