Hell Hath No Fury

HELL HATH NO FURY PT 7 – BROKEN

I had now been a prisoner for many weeks, possibly months. I had been beaten many times, smoked almost to death, and endured ( somehow) the most painful and tiring bondage. I had also lost more than a stone in weight. Quite frankly, I realised that there was never going to be an escape, and thought less and less about that prospect.

I now only thought about survival, and sometimes about death. Surely, I thought, only death will get me my release. Maybe that’s what Mistress wanted. I only thought of her as Mistress now and Mistress Rose, her able assistant.

I knew that everything I needed could only be provided by Mistress and Rose. This included food, water and life itself. I certainly hadn’t cum since my incarceration. Most of the time I was in bondage and unable to play with myself, and any times the bondage allowed my hands any freedom, they had me in a nasty metal chastity device.

One day, Rose released me from several days spent in a tiny cage and took me into the large part of the dungeon, and strapped me tightly into a large high backed chair. I was secured by my wrists, ankles, chest and neck. I was totally immobilised. Rose said that Mistress wanted to speak to me about any future I may have. I trembled.

I was left for some hours, waiting for Mistress to decide my fate. Eventually, the door to the dungeon opened, and Mistress and Rose appeared. Mistress looked stunning in leather corset, thigh length stiletto boots, choker and long leather gloves. As ever, she had a very large cigar clamped in her teeth. Rose followed in her grey uniform, smoking her usual five inch cigarette holder.

Mistress sat herself in a throne like chair, Rose standing beside her. There was silence, and I certainly knew by now not to speak out of turn. I awaited as Mistress puffed contentedly on her cigar, and Rose put out her cigarette, almost immediately lighting a fresh one.

Eventually Mistress spoke “ Slave, I have a choice for you.” She purred. I didn’t interrupt.

“ You must realise by now that your position is hopeless. I have organised your disappearance and nobody is coming to look for you. I have emptied your bank account and sold you house, which did very nicely thank you. Nobody cares whether you live or die.”

She went on “ You can remain my medieval prisoner, and eventually I will get bored and decide to kill you in the most painful way I can imagine,. You will then be bricked up in the cellar under the dungeon and never even be found. That is option one.” She watched my reaction, and I was in no doubt that she could carry this out with impunity.

“ However, there is another alternative.” She said very quietly. “ we have a need in this household for a good maid”  She stopped to let me take this in.

“ Being a maid has many disadvantages, it will be very hard, and your clothing, which will include the permanent wearing of very strict corsets, will be very uncomfortable at all times, with no let up.”  She paused.

“ The training will be very hard, and you will learn to be a maid and slut for me and my friends. You will always be obedient and willing to please anybody I require. Just learning to spend all you time in very high heels will be tough. However, there will be some rewards if you become a really good maid and slut.” She paused again.

“The main reward will be better food and most important, I believe, you will, on some occasions, be allowed to cum.” She stopped there.

She then said that I would be returned to the cage for twenty four hours to think about the proposal.

I was then taken by them back to the cage, and left with my thoughts. I realised that I had no choice.