The Society of the Rules

Level C

After the lunch, Lady Jessica rose and called to silence.

"I'm sad to tell you all that a B member on this very table hasn't learned to follow the rules even with all our efforts. She must be sent to the next level".

Aurelia's throat clenched at these words. They had not forgotten. She was going to be demoted. She was unable to stop the tears from flowing down her cheeks.

"Aurelia, stand up and come to the center of the room".

Slowly, Aurelia stood up, wiping her tears. She walked to the centre of the room, looking down at her feet, sniffing.

"Now remove your clothes, all of them".

Reluctantly, the young girl slipped out of her top. Her breasts were still marred by two crimson circles around their bases, where the shackles had impressed their mark during the previous 24 hours. She then wiggled out of her skirt. She had not managed to use it a lot, after all... Then she unstrapped her sandals and finally slid her thong down her long, shapely legs. Here she was, stark naked in the middle of the dining room, countless eyes staring at her beautiful body, a body that might soon become available to them if ever she glided down to the D level. She sighed, not daring to lift her eyes from her toes.

A B member came forward with four steel shackles. They were closed tightly around each ankle and each wrist. Her collar was removed after being punctured for the last time, and was replaced by a new one, made out of steel. A wide C tag was attached to it. Aurelia gulped her saliva loudly as the collar was tightened around her neck. This one was far from the delicate leather thing she had been wearing so far. It was thick and heavy, without any art or taste. It was a restraint, not a jewel. Similarly, the shackles felt heavy on her feet and hands. It would be difficult to forget their presence.

Once she was properly secured, she was handed her new clothes. This time, there was not need to take measurements. All C members wore the same kind of outfit, either a loin cloth or a tabbard. In her case, it was a long, brownish rectangle of burlap cloth with a diamond-shaped hole in the middle. Although it seemed clean, there were dubious spots here and there. She passed her head through the hole and cinched a coarse rope around her waist to prevent the fore and aft flaps of the garment to flail too much. The lower hem barely reached her mid thighs. Her flanks were left totally uncovered and the points of the diamond-shaped hole were leaving a navel-deep cleavage between her breasts and down her spine. She blushed. This cloth was hardly covering anything and it was so coarse that her skin was itching.

Ironing

She was then led out of the room, through the kitchen door. As she crossed the kitchen, she could see other C-members cooking the meals and washing the dishes. What a contrast with the room next door! Then she was led to the laundry room. As she walked, the heavy steel irons were bouncing on her ankle bones, reminding her constantly of her new condition. She was clasping her entangled fingers desperately, touching from time to time the cold steel that was circling her wrists. A ball of anguish was growing in her throat.

"Get to work! Someone will tell you what to do. If your superiors don't feel you are working with enough enthusiasm, you will soon be sent to the D class."

Aurelia looked around at the heaps of dirty clothes and at the other C-members working, under the severe control of a B-male member.

"You, start ironing those shirts, quickly!"

"Yes, Sir. Immediately, Sir" answered Aurelia, scared at the idea of being demoted even lower in the Society hierarchy.

The man, helped by a few C members with bronze studs on their tags, checked all the work done by the others.

Aurelia was eager to do well. She wanted to quickly earn studs so as to earn back the B status, which seemed so sweet now that she was a C-member. There was a heap of shirts as tall as Aurelia. This was going to be a very boring task. But it was simple enough. She took the first shirt and began ironing it carefully. She then folded it finely and took the next shirt.

The boring task continued for an hour. As the heap of tangled shirts had diminished by half, another C-girl came carrying a basket spilling over with more shirts, which she heaped upon the other. Aurelia looked at it with wide eyes. But she did not complain and continued to work. Her arm was very tired by now. The combined weight of the iron and the steel shackle on her wrist was making it increasingly difficult to push and lift the device. Her arm began to tremble, she was sweating, soaking her tabbard with perspiration. And suddenly, tiredness made her make a terrible mistake. As she was putting the iron onto its support to fold a just-ironed shirt, her cramped hand had an involuntary jerk and she dropped the device. The iron fell from the table and broke in pieces on the floor, leaving a deep dent in the wooden planking.

A heavy silence enveloped the room. All eyes were moving from Aurelia to the B controller and back. Aurelia's heart had almost ceased beating as she realised what she had just done.

"You stupid bitch!, what have you done?"

"Sir, I am sorry. My arm was so tired. I could hardly control it any more" she answered pitifully, not daring to lift her eyes from her bare feet.

"All the ironing team will lose any earned studs for your carelessness".

All the other girls looked at Aurelia with hatred. Aurelia felt even more ashamed of her mistake. She hoped the other girls would not be too mad at her for that.

"And so you don't forget to take good care while doing your tasks, bend over the table and raise your robe".

She bent over the table and pulled up her burlap robe, completely revealing her bare, firm buttocks. The table was slightly lower than her hips, making her butt jut obscenely in the air. She rested her face against the table and did not dare to look behind her.

"And you" he said to another girl, one who had had two studs until now, "make her not forget about it".

The girl grabbed the hot iron and applied it to Aurelia's buttocks. There was a sizzling hiss and Aurelia screamed at the top of her lungs. She dug her nails into the table, feeling her butt burning. She could not believe what had just happened! She had been burned! Would this leave a life-long mark on her otherwise perfect butt?

Next the overseer got a punishment device. It consisted of an iron ring with a pair of short chains with other smaller rings attached. The iron ring was fixed around her neck, next to her C-member collar. and the smaller rings were fixed around her wrists, forcing her hands about 20 centimeters away from her face. He then punched a hole in her tag, the first of the ten slots allotted to C-members.

"Now go to the supplies store for another iron!".

"Yes Sir. As you wish Sir!" she answered and left for where he had indicated. With her hands chained to her neck, she felt handicapped and ridiculous. Her butt was throbbing and she was glad that her current task did not require her to sit down. She arrived at the supply room and asked the B member responsible for the stocks: "Sir, please, I need a new iron. Could you provide me with one, please?"

"You are in restraints because you don't follow the rules, and still manage to break more.  You must keep your eyes lowered when in the presence of a higher member. We have to make sure you don't forget that!"

Aurelia was fitted with an iron mask, if had one very small orifice for the mouth, another for the nose, and two for the eyes. The latter had a hinged cover, the hinge being at the top of the cover, and there was a heavy weight at its bottom. It was a clever design because if the mask was vertical, the cover would close the eyes, but if the mask was almost facing the floor, they would open. She could not see it happen, but a second hole was punched into her tag. Then he left the iron on the floor for her to pick up.

Aurelia sobbed inside the heavy mask. It was tight and strong. It was pressing against her face from all part and was heavy on her head. She immediately hated it, and in particular the eye covers. As she lowered her head to make the eye holes open, she saw the iron waiting for her in front of her feet. With her hands chained to her collar, she had to squat down and then almost to lie on the ground in order to grab it. Then she stood back up.

"Thanks Sir" she said while keeping her face lowered. Her voice was strangely changed by the steel mask.

Holding the iron, she went back to the laundry room. The pile of shirts had increased during her absence. She quickly plugged in the iron and went back to work. Now, everything was more difficult. She was bent over the table, keeping her face just above the shirt she was ironing for her wrist chains to let her reach it. After just a few minutes, the heat inside the mask had become unbearable and she was sweating profusely. The perspiration was burning her eyes. The weight of the mask was pulling on her neck and causing her back to ache. And of course, ironing in that awkward position was even more tiring than before.

She did not dare to complain though and did her best to work as quickly as possible. By luck, in spite of all these handicaps, she did not make any mistakes. At about 9:00 pm all of the girls started leaving their work and headed for a large hall. Aurelia followed them as best as she could. Because of the mask and the blinds, it was not easy. Her field of vision was extremely narrow.

The hall had plenty of tables and chairs and looked like a prison dining room. Some C members served the food. The lucky ones who were higher in the C class hierarchy could have some left-overs from the meals of the upper-class members, the rest had a nourishing yet not very tasty meal.

Aurelia sat at a table and waited for all the other people to start eating before touching her meal. All that time she stayed mute with her head lowered. She had little choice anyway as whenever she lifted her head to rest her sore neck, she was plunged into darkness.

Eating was not easy. She had to bend over her plate to reach the food with her chained hands, and then had to squeeze tiny bits through the narrow mouth hole in her mask. It was a slow and frustrating process, which caused some of her mates to grin. But at last, she managed to finish her plate.

Later all the peoples in the room started heading for the bedrooms. Those were like those in the barracks of a military base: eight simple two-level beds with a blanket, meaning that each room could hold 16 persons, males and females. A room at the end of the corridor was only half full and this was the one Aurelia was introduced to. An overseer passed, chaining one of her leg rings to the bed.

One of the girls who had been on the ironing team that day happened to be in the same dormitory as her. She silently snuck over to Aurelia's bunk, sat over her head, and pissed into the mouth of the mask. The poor girl couldn't see anything. She just felt the movement and then the smelly warm stream entering the mask. She squirmed and struggled, trying to get rid of her unseen attacker, but with her chained hands, there was little she could do. As the blinders of her mask were shut, she could not even know who was her opponent. The overseer didn't do anything to prevent it, and just laughed at the sight.

At 10:00 pm another alarm sounded and everyone rushed to bed. All the lights were turned off. Aurelia was left with her face soaked with pungent urine. The filthy liquid had trickled into her hair as well and soaked her hard mattress. It took some time for her to get to sleep. Whenever she moved, the chains on her wrists or on her ankle rattled. The mask was very uncomfortable and the urine that was sticking inside was making it even harder. Eventually, exhausted, she fell asleep.

Day 3 - Washing the dishes

An alarm clock sounded at 5:30 am and the overseer opened the chains attached to the legs of all in the room. Nobody made any attempt to make sure the girl in the iron mask was awake. However, the sound had been so loud that Aurelia had been pulled out of her uneasy sleep.

They all headed to a large room with showers, all males and females mixed in those large rooms.  They seemed to be used to the lack of privacy. As she was unable to remove her urine-soaked burlap dress alone, Aurelia went to one of her room mates and, looking at her feet through the narrow eye slits, she asked "Please, Madame. Could you help me remove my dress?"

She didn't say anything, and just went to the overseer, who approached Aurelia.

"While restrained, you shall not ask for help to a member above you, you must look for one with more holes in the tag than you, or for a member of the next class down, a class you seem to want to reach very soon".

Aurelia gasped under her iron mask, realising she had just made another mistake. It was all going so fast. If she continued like that, she would soon find herself in the Z class...

The overseer knelt down, and placed a pair of narrow high-heel shoes on her feet. They were fixed to the rings around her ankles, and he attached a short chain to the ankle rings of the poor woman. She would now only be able to walk in very small steps, making all of her tasks more difficult. She also could barely hear another hole punched in her tag. All the members around her cracked a smile, watching the poor girl making small steps on the wet and sloppy floor.

As she walked in the painful shoes, the chain rattled loudly. She was still wearing her dress and did not want to get wet. She had noticed that everybody else was naked under the showers and it might well be a rule. Limping in the high heels, shuffling her feet, she began to walk around the changing room, going from one person to the next, contorting her masked head to glance at their tags.

It was only after she had met four people that she finally found one who sported five holes in his tag. This was a man and he was in the process of taking his clothes off to go to the shower. Aurelia, keeping her head lowered, whispered: "Excuse me Sir. Could you please help me removing my dress? I want to go to the shower."

The man did his best to comply, but you cannot remove that kind of clothing with chains holding your arms to your neck.  Still, he managed to pass it over her head and roll it into a bundle she could hold with one hand. The pull of the cloth on her neck forced her other hand closer to her ear.

Some of the members were already finishing and were putting their clothes back. The clock was showing 5:50.

Aurelia thanked the helpful man and hurried under the showers. She could not rub herself but the water running down her body was good enough. She tried to get as much water to enter her mask as possible so as to get rid of the awful smell of public restroom that was floating in it. By keeping her hands tightly pressed around her dress, she managed to keep it reasonably dry. She had not worn her shoes for more than a few minutes, but they were already hurting her feet badly. She wondered how she could bear them for a full 24 hours.

But there was not time to lose. The showers and the changing room were almost empty. She hurried as fast as she could out of the showers, her body dripping with water, her high heels clicking on the wet tiles. The man who had helped her before was still here, putting back his own robe, which was in all points similar to hers. She turned to him and asked him politely to help her put back her dress. He complied in a hurry and they then rushed out of the changing room. Being free of his moves, he quickly outpaced her. She was shuffling her chained feet as quickly as she dared without risking a fall from her high heels. Her heart was beating quickly. She was leaving a watery trail behind her and her dress showed large wet spots where it was stuck to her soaked skin. Water kept trickling from her mask where it had accumulated. The ammonia stench was still there but much weaker than before. She doubted it could be smelled from the outside, but she would have to live with it until she could wash it better.

Every member had gathered in front of a board were their names were written next to the chore of the day. Aurelia arrived there just as the clock shifted to 6 AM. She went to the board but because of the hinged blinders, she was unable to read it. She found a girl with 6 holes in her C tag and asked her to read what was written next to her name. It appeared that she would be washing the dishes. It seemed that nobody wanted her near the ironing room again. Washing the dishes included the ones left from yesterday's dinner, and the ones from the other members' breakfast.

Aurelia was led to the kitchen where a mountain of dirty dishes was awaiting her and her mates. It was decided that, in her pitiful state, the less dangerous place for her regarding the integrity of the vessels, and indirectly regarding the safety of the team's studs, was at the sink. There, if she happened to let something fall, it would land in the hot water and had a good chance of escaping unbroken.

This did not mean that it was easy. Once again, the shortness of her arm reach forced her to bend over the sink, almost dipping her masked face into the steaming water. With her high-heels and chained ankles, she had to bend even lower, as she could not spread her legs to lower herself as she had done the day before when ironing laundry. Now her legs were kept together and the cupboard under the sink prevented her from flexing her knees. In no time the back of her legs and her spine were aching and cramping badly. The steam was also heating her iron mask, transforming it into a portable sauna. How she managed to not break a thing was a mystery to her and to her anguished mates, who had learned about the fate of the ironing team of the day before.

At midday an alarm sounded from the speakers all over the area, calling all the C-mates to lunch break. Aurelia straightened herself, sighing in relief as her back was so painful. Keeping her head lowered and shuffling her heeled feet as fast as she could, she followed her team to the refectory. There, once again, just to be safe, she waited until everybody was seated before taking a seat herself. Then she only began to eat once everybody else had done so.

Eating was as difficult as for the last dinner. She had to squeeze little lanyards of food through the mouth hole of the mask. But in addition, today the meal was spoiled by the urinal flavour that the inside of her mask was seasoned with. She wondered who had done that to her. She hated her for it as it had made her life even more miserable than it was intended to be.

At the end of the meal, they had some spare time to go to the bathroom and get ready for the afternoon task.

Aurelia was longing to relieve her bladder and hurried to the restroom. To her shame, she realised that they provided no more privacy than the showers.  It was a big room with a row of toilet bowls along all the walls. Several men and women were already seated, facing each other, staring at the tiled floor.

She hobbled to a free bowl in a corner and sat on it. She was glad that she had no panties as she would have been unable to lower them. With her skimpy dress, she had to sit down and urinate. Once she was done, however, she had no way to wipe herself clean. Blushing under her heavy mask, she left the outrageous place.

On her way to the job board, a girl who had her hands tied behind her back and sported 5 holes on her tag, dropped some of the clothes she was trying to carry. After quite some effort to pick them back up, she asked Aurelia for help. "Please mistress, I don't want to be late".

Aurelia looked at the poor girl with pity from behind her mask. However, she could do nothing with her chained hands and was not sure she had the right to. She was of a lower rank and should be punished for asking her help. She looked around and saw a B member a little farther. She went to him and said.

"Excuse me Sir. The girl there asked me for help although I am of a higher rank."

"Yes, I will see to it". The man went to the poor girl and attached a pair of short chains to her ankle rings, and also punched another hole in her tag.  She just lowered her head, a tear running down, knowing that now she would surely be late with the clothes and be punished for that.

Somewhat ashamed of having denounced a fellow C-mate, Aurelia continued on her way to the chore board. On it was written the jobs for the afternoon. They seemed not to want to risk some broken dishes, and instead assigned her to sweep, mop and clean the main halls and dining room. The A and B members would be amused to watch the heavily restrained girl trying to complete her task.

Washing the floors

Aurelia was given a mop and a bucket full of soapy water, and was led to the main hall of the mansion. An unseen tear drop trickled down her cheek as she saw this magnificent place. She had been so enthralled on the day of her arrival. She had been so proud to be a part of this entity. She had entertained so many hopes and projects as a A or B member in this castle. And now she was in this very place, half naked, cruelly restrained and forced to clean the floor.

As she began to sweep and mop the marble floor, she realised that most Society members were barely looking at her. It was as if she was transparent. She remembered having behaved in the exact same way. She was also surprised at the scarcity of peoples there. In comparison to the crowding of the C-class quarters, this place seemed almost solitary. She realised that the Society seemed to be built as a pyramid with a few A-members reigning over an elite B-class sustained by the work of a lot of C workers. She wondered how many D and Z members there were and where they were kept. She had seen more D-class members since she had become a C, but she had yet to meet a Z in flesh and blood.

After having washed the whole floor, she began working on the stairs; those same stairs which she had so much pained to climb the day before when she had been heading for her room. She wondered if that room had been reallocated to someone else. The heavy mask prevented her from looking at her room. Actually, her field of vision was confined to a very small area around her high-heeled feet.

Mopping the floor was a relatively easy task compared to ironing and washing dishes. She could move, walk, and stretch her limbs. She could straighten her back and suffered much less. She was progressing relatively quickly up the wide, imposing staircase. The afternoon was almost over when suddenly, as she pulled the handle of her mop towards herself, she touched something behind her and heard a series of swears. She turned to apologise to whoever she had touched but her overly rapid movement made her lose her balance. She tried to recover it, and yanked hard on her collar with her chained wrists, desperately trying to spread her legs.  She oscillated on her incredibly high heels, and kicked her bucket, which tumbled down the stairs with a thunderous noise that echoed between the marbles pillars. She herself fell on her butt and glided down the soapy trail the bucket had left in the wake of its fall, landing on her back at the bottom of the stairs. Her head had banged several times against the marble steps. Her steel mask had protected her, but the sound was still ringing in her skull. She staggered up to her knees, trying to recover her senses.

There was some laughter, and then silence as a pair of high heels stepped next to Aurelia.

"Stupid bitch, get on your knees and clean all this mess!"

As she was bent over on all fours, the short chain to the neck forcing her head downwards, her ass was forced into the air. A shackle was attached to her knee, similar to the one used on her just a day ago.  To her relief, this time the other end didn't go to her breast, but to her elbow. The other side of her body was restrained in a similar fashion, a short chain connecting the knee and elbow. The new binding, combined with the one holding her ankles close to each other, and the one from her wrists to her neck, made movement so difficult for her that a slug could have outrun her. One of her team mates gave her some fabric to dry the stairs. If she was upset by Aurelia's mistake, she did not dare to show it at the moment, probably frightened by the presence of all of the higher-up members in the area.

A fourth hole was punched into her tag.

Not wanting to risk another accident, they took all of the cleaning utensils and the bucket when she was finished, and headed for the refectory to have dinner. They left the crawling girl alone to struggle, as her progress was so very slow.

Aurelia was now forced to crawl on her knees and elbows. Her legs could not move more than a few inches at a time because of the chain linking her ankles, and her arms were not much better off, with her wrists chained to her neck. She could hardly see where she was crawling. It was a very long way to the refectory indeed and her knees and elbows became very sore.

When she finally reached the C-members area the alarms on her mask and neck collar beeped and a green light blinked, but no one seemed to care at the moment. They left a plate on the floor for her, so that she could eat her dinner like a dog - but not before all of the cleaning team had spit all over the food.

Her meal was covered with their spit and it looked disgusting. Still, Aurelia was so hungry that she devoured the sour stuff, accompanied by the laughter of her mates. She had to hurry and wolf down her dinner as time was running short. Once done, she crawled back to the barracks.

When reaching the barracks, she was called on by the overseer who removed the heavy helmet and the ring around her neck, along with the chains connected to her wrists shackles. The clock showed 9:40 pm. 

All of the lower bunks in the room were occupied, and only a few of the upper ones were free. All of her room mates were keeping their eyes upon her, eager to see her try to climb up there. Aurelia's eyes went desperately from the upper-level beds to the grinning face surrounding her. How could she climb these ladders chained the way she was?

Aurelia crawled to the closest one and knelt at its foot. She grabbed the vertical posts and tried to lift her knees up onto the first step. Her steel high-heeled shoes kept sliding on the tiled floor, preventing her from succeeding. She struggled for several minutes to no avail. Finally, seeing that it was almost 10 PM, she crawled under a bed and curled up there on the cold floor.

The overseer chained her leg to the bed as she was, and the girl who was on that bed was told to take one of the free upper beds, as there was only one chain per bed.

Aurelia slept very badly. Not only was she chained in a way that prevented her from relaxing, but the floor was hard and cold against her barely covered skin. She kept turning and rolling, unable to find a comfortable position.

Day 4 - First glimpse at the D quarters

The alarm sounded again, at the same time as the previous day. It seemed to be the daily routine: up at 6, a task for the morning, a task for the afternoon and then in bed until the next morning. Since her very first day in her jacuzzi, taking a simple bath seemed like an impossible task. She could stand bent over, to have her elbows close to her knees, but the position was very unstable.

At 6AM the alarm clock sounded and she hurried to the showers and managed to get someone of lower rank to help her out of her simple dress. The green light on her impossible high-heels blinked and a B member unlocked them. She was now only restrained with the chains that connected her elbows to her knees.  It was much easier to move around and she could wash herself more easily. Again, someone helped her to put her dress on.

She then shuffled her feet towards the chore board. Her task for today would be to wash the dishes again, as it seemed the only place where she would not cause any disasters. She went there and began the boring routine again. She had to climb onto the sink and kneel next to it in order to wash the dishes. This was not very easy, but it was easier than the day before, and she managed to complete the task without breaking anything. As the alarm sounded, signalling the end of the morning chore, she was full of hope as she walked to the refectory. In the afternoon she would be freed from her last handicap and then she would be on her way to earn studs and go back to class B.

At the table where the other members tasked with washing dishes were sitting, there was an empty chair. At least not everything seemed to be going badly for her at the moment. Folded in two because of her restraints, she went to the table and sat on the free seat, after having checked that no higher-ranked member was still standing. Her back was aching from being bent for so long and her knees and elbows were roughly chaffed by their shackles. She ate without saying a word, thinking about being freed from all of her restraints in the afternoon.  She listened to her chore mates, trying to gather more information about the Society. Finally, as she had finished eating before them, she whispered to her neighbour, who was a black girl who sported four holes in her tag, just like she did. "Hello, my name is Aurelia. How long have you been here?"

"About two months, you get used to it. Very few members return to the B level. It is so difficult, you need a member of the upper class willing to support your case. I'm Gina by the way", the black girl answered.

"Nice to meet you, Gina. I'm glad to see you have managed to stay two months with only four holes. As for me, I’ve already collected all of them in only two days. Did you know the rules before getting here? Have you been a D member in the past?" Aurelia continued.

Gina answered in the negative with a shake of her head.

After they had finished eating she went for her usual bathroom break. She was not yet used to urinating in front of other people but she did not dare look around her as she did. She noticed that many of the C members were wearing restraints and some had heavily scarred bodies. Almost all of them had long-imprinted chaffing marks around their limbs. As a result, the men were lurking with desiring looks at her still mostly unmarked body. She often felt hands discretely groping her when they were in crowded areas.

She then went to the chore board where the jobs for the rest of the day were already written. This time they wanted to test her cooking skills. Of course, she would not be tasked with anything important on her first day; she would be part of the team responsible of bringing the food for the C and lower levels. The food consisted of a mixture of everything left over from the cooking and from the plates, augmented by a lot of potatoes and cereals. They sent her to the D member quarters, pushing a cart holding the cauldron of food.

Just before she left the area, the alarm on her only remaining restraints beeped, and they were removed by the man at the door. She was at last free of any handicap to finish her job. It felt so good to be free again. Free, at least if she was willing to forget the heavy shackles that were weighing down her ankles, wrists and neck. But at least she was able to move freely, which would help her to carry out her task without making any more mistakes.

There were signs on the wall telling her where to go to reach the D member area. Finally she reached a door guarded by a high-ranking C member. He inspected her and wrote her name on a notebook, before opening the door. A puff of bad-smelling air invaded her nostrils. The guard pushed her and the cart inside and hastily locked the door behind her. She was in a long, downward sloping gallery. As she pushed her cart along it, she had to cross through several heavy leather curtains. After each curtain, the smell got stronger. Eventually, another guard opened a second door for her.

Normally, one would have imagined they were entering a farm, because of the almost animal smell filling the space. The large room she had entered contained row upon row of cages, each holding a naked D member. The cages were stacked on top of each other, up to three levels. In each was a small slot where food could be poured in. There were uncountable rows of these cage stacks and Aurelia had to feed them all, a task that could easily take the full afternoon. The lower level of cages was half emerging from a dip. Each cage was placed on 30-centimetre feet, which allowed to flush the floor easily when it became too cluttered with filth - an operation that was obviously not done very often. The feeding slots of the three storeys of cages were not placed at the same point. The lower cages had their openings close to their roof - which also formed the floor of their upper neighbour; the middle cages had them in the middle, while the highest cages had them close to the floor. This arrangement allowed Aurelia to feed everyone easily without having to bend or raise herself up on her toes too much.

The D members themselves were quite appalling. They were stark naked and their skins glistened with sweat and filth. Their ankles, wrists and neck were encircled in thicker, wider and heavier copies of the C-level shackles. Moreover, their ankles were connected by a heavy, 50-centimetre chain, as were their wrists. It seemed to be a permanent restraint, not a punishment. Although the length of these chains did not restrain their movements too much, their sheer weight was a nuisance, and they kept clanging against each other with any movement. This filled the room with a continuous clanging. Of course, some of them were restrained in a stricter, sometimes quite appalling way.

Most of the Dees were able to sit straight in their cage, but none of them could stretch his or her limbs nor stand because of the size of the cages. The walls of the cages consisted of wide-spaced bars which allowed them to pass their limbs through, as far as their chains would let them. By contrast, the floors and roofs consisted of narrower bars, through which they could only squeeze a few fingers.

Aurelia observed that the upper cages were occupied by high-ranking Dees, while the lower row was reserved for those with several punches in their tags. It was immediately obvious that the upper row was much more comfortable than the lower row: they got more fresh air to breathe, and their waste dripped on those below. Of course the lowest cages received a double rain of filth. It also seemed that their cages had a somewhat lower roof.

The caged members had no dishes. When Aurelia passed by their cage, they placed their hands in a bowl-shape just under the feeding slot and she poured some of the brew into them. She was then greeted with an instant response of 'Thank you Madame". Those whose hands were restrained in a stricter way tried to put their gaping mouth under the slot, or they just licked what had fallen on the floor of their cramped home. Some of the cages were empty. No doubt the person to whom they belonged were forced to skip their meal to service other members.

Aurelia passed through the many rows, pouring a big spoon of brew for every Dee for the whole afternoon. This was an easy enough task, made easier by the lack of restraints. But she was eager to leave this dreadful place. She was also sweating like a fountain and had the impression that her body and hair was being impregnated with the overwhelming stench. Motivated by the urge to get out of this depressing place, Aurelia worked quickly and efficiently. She finished her work earlier than usual, without even spilling the smallest drop of the smelly food.

When she came back to the kitchen with her empty cauldron, her overseer was so satisfied that he accorded her her first stud, which was screwed into her collar. Aurelia felt so proud! She had just climbed up in the hierarchy. Four more studs and she would be ready to get back to the B level.

Some of the members lowered their heads as Aurelia passed, she was finally advancing in the C-members society. This was even noticeable in the food that was offered to her at dinner.

She still had to be chained to her bed at night, but it was her first night without anyone bothering her.

Day 5 - Driving too fast

The next day arrived, and it was also Aurelia’s first shower she had enjoyed without having trouble getting undressed. The first task of the day would again be cleaning.

While traveling the halls with her bucket and mop, she was called upon by a female B member who had her hands tied behind her back, and who needed help in getting to her room.

"Certainly, Madame" Aurelia answered, while keeping her head lowered. She was anxious, as she was every time she was dealing with a superior. She was so afraid of making another mistake. "Please lead me to your room, Madame", she continued. The bound Bee walked down the hall and stopped by a door. She pointed out to Aurelia that her key card was in a pocket in the back of her skirt. Aurelia took the card and slid it through the key slot and the door opened. "Here you are, Madame. Do you need more help?" Aurelia asked as she was giving the card back. She had been hoping that the Bee might ask her to stay with her for the night. Also, making friends among the B members might prove useful once she reached the five-stud level and was ready to be voted back in to level B. To please the Bee even more, she knelt down by the door while keeping her eyes on the floor all the time.

"You may go and continue with your job" the B girl answered.

Aurelia recovered her bucket and tools and continued her cleaning work. With her limbs free, it was much easier and she worked fast and well. Soon, the main hall was once again glistening with cleanliness, ready to impress the newcomers. The afternoon passed quickly and it was time to get back to the refectory for the lunch. She was almost glad. She was now feeling that she had discovered all the rules and was determined never to break another one. This would soon lead her back to her former status as a B member.

At lunch an announcement was made over the speakers: "The council of the highest members had a session today. They have decided that some rules have to be changed for the better operation of the Society. The new rules will start today, just after the lunch break."

Every person in the dining room swallowed. They knew that the only way to learn those new rules would be by trial and error, and that every error would have severe consequences. Aurelia felt a ball swelling in her throat. Everything had to be learned again. She was so close...

After the short lunch break, she discovered on the job board that her afternoon chore would be laundry. She would have to go to each room to collect a bag of the dirty clothes. For this task, she was given a special key card, giving her access to all rooms.

Aurelia was happy. Once again she was entrusted with a higher level task. She would be visiting the B and A rooms. She would get glances of the life that she had had so little time to benefit from during her short passage as a Bee. And maybe she could make friends with more B and A members...

With her key-card in hand and pushing a cart to collect the bag, she started to walk towards the upper-level rooms. While she was headed towards the room area, she was stopped by an A member. He asked her to go to a small cabinet at the entrance and fetch the hole-punching device as he was about to punish a B member for breaking one of the new rules.

"Yes Sir. Immediately Sir!" she answered hastily, keeping her eyes glued at her bare toes. Leaving her cart in a place where it would not hinder passage, she hurried towards the cabinet. She had not yet reached it, when another B member asked for help to reach her bedroom, she was shackled in a sitting position just like Aurelia had a few days ago.

Aurelia was taken aback between two conflicting orders. For a few seconds she remained silent, staring at her ankle shackles and then she decided that the A mission had priority. "Yes Madame. I shall be back shortly. I have to run an errand for an A member. Once I've done it, I shall come back to you as fast as I can to help you. Please be patient, Madame" she answered.

On these words, she hurried even faster to the cabinet, her heart pounding. With the new rules in force, every step she took might be leading her into a fateful trap.

The B member did not complain, and waited patiently for her return. Aurelia meanwhile reached the cabinet and found the device without any problem. She took it out and hurried back to where the A member was waiting for her. She was walking very fast, almost running.

"Here it is, Sir!" she said as she was holding the tool for him to take. To be on the safe side, she had knelt down on the floor and was keeping her eyes fixed on a point between her knees on the floor. She was holding the punching device high over her head, towards the A male.

The device was removed from her hand, and used on the B member.

"Hmm... you didn't ask if I needed anything else" the A member added, as he turned again towards Aurelia. With that, he also punched a hole in Aurelia's tag and removed her stud. Aurelia was scared by this. It had been so hard to earn that stud! And now, with five holes in her tag, she was halfway down to the D's stinking cages.

In the position she was in, with her head bowed down, a short chain was connected from her collar to the shackle of her left ankle. She would have to either bow her head down, or raise her left leg and hop along on one foot.

"I am sorry, Sir. Thank you for this chain Sir. Do you need anything else, Sir?"

"No" he said, and she was just ignored, his attention returning to the B member.

Feeling depressed, she stood back up, holding her left leg with both hands and hopped towards the place she had left the Bee who needed her help. Every hop was making her leg iron bounce painfully on her already sore ankles. She was grimacing.

She finally arrived back to where the Bee was still sitting on the floor. "Here I am, Madame" Aurelia sobbed. "Please lead me to your room and I will help you enter it."

They both progressed slowly, an amusing parade of a restrained girl leading another. Finally the B member exclaimed "It’s here, that door on the left.  The key-card is in my pocket".

"I am collecting the laundry bags and I have a collective key card, Madame," Aurelia answered. Leaning against the door, holding her left leg with her left hand, she slipped her card into the slot. There was a click and she was able to open the door. "Here you are, Madame. Do you need something else?"

"Indeed, please help me get rid of my clothes so that I can go to the bathroom, and take a bath"

"Your wishes are my commands, Madame" Aurelia answered. She hopped into the room and helped the Bee sit on her bed. "By the way, my name is Aurelia, Madame."

With her breasts chained to her knees, the poor girl could not do much. Her boobs were protruding out of her shirt, circled by the metal. Aurelia carefully removed the girl's blouse and undid her bra. Then she unzipped her skirt and unlaced her shoes. Her panties were stuck above the chains though, so Aurelia decided to tear them off.

She then crawled to the bathroom and filled the tub with soapy water. It smelled so good. It looked so delicate... But Aurelia was deprived of such delicacies. She went back to the bed and helped the girl to enter the tub.

"Here you are, Madame. Do you need more help?" Aurelia asked.

"Get me a robe, I think that is what I will use until these awful things are removed".

"Certainly, Madame" Aurelia said, always keeping her eyes lowered. She went to the closet and brought back a robe, which she placed beside the tub in a place the Bee could reach easily once she got out of her bath.

"Madame, I must go and collect the dirty clothes in the other room. Do you need more help?"

"No, you may go now"

"Thank you Madame" Aurelia answered, while doing a curtsy. Aurelia resumed her job without further interruptions, she was a little late and the chain was making it difficult to move, she had to hurry up. She found that by kneeling her chained leg on the cart, she could push it forward with her other leg. This means of locomotion was much faster than walking in some of the mansion's long halls. It was quite comfortable too.

As she reached each door, she stopped, knocked on it and, if she did not receive any answer, used her key-card to enter. In the room, she collected the dirty clothes and put them in the bag on her cart. Thanks to the ingenuousness of her improvised vehicle, she was able to make up the time she had lost at the beginning of the afternoon.

At one point, when she was invited to enter an A suite by its occupant, she found a male A member lying on his king-sized, richly decorated bed, watching one of the special channels on the TV. He was wearing only a slip and socks.

"My respects, Sir" she greeted him. "Do you have any dirty clothes for the laundry?" she asked.

"Yes, this slip and these socks" he answered, pointing to those he was wearing. "You can take them away."

Aurelia hopped toward him but, as she reached to pull his socks off his feet, he snapped: "Don't use your hands. Use only your mouth".

Aurelia's jaw dropped but she did not say anything beyond "As you wish, Sir."

She knelt on the bed by his side, bent over his feet and delicately seized the tip of his socks with her teeth. She pulled each sock off its foot in that manner. Pulling off his slip proved more difficult and she had to shove her face into his hairy crotch. However, he helped her by lifting his butt off the bed. She collected all the dirty clothes and, once he had assured her he did not need any more help, she continued her routine.

As the hours passed, she was becoming more and more proficient with her cart. By now it was carrying a mountain of dirty underwear and clothes. The afternoon was not completely finished when she visited the last room. She had managed to finish her task in record time. Surely she would earn a stud for so much efficiency! And she might even get some rest time to shower herself more thoroughly than during the morning rush. Eager to get to the laundry and earn her new stud, she zoomed through the halls. Suddenly, a female A member dashed out of her suite right in front of her cart. Her eyes wide with horror, Aurelia tried to stop the cart by pressing her right foot into the floor. But it was too late. She was only able to change the trajectory of the cart. It bounced into the barrier, lost its balance and turned over. The bag of dirty clothes fell over on the barrier, opened itself, and emptied all of its contents over the side, right into the main hall. A shower of panties, bras, socks and other dirty garments snowed on those down below, who had already been alerted by the thunderous crash the cart had produced during its fall.

Scared to death, Aurelia hurried in front of her cart. The A female had leaped backwards to avoid the runaway cart, had tripped and fallen on her butt, but seemed not to be otherwise hurt. Aurelia helped her stand up. "I'm so sorry Madame. I did not expecte you to come out of that room so quickly. I hope that you are not hurt Madame. What can I do to please you, Madame?" she told her in a trembling, clenched voice. She was shaking like a leaf in the wind.

"You can go fetch the hole punching machine for starters, and a chain, then you will go and fix that mess".

When Aurelia returned, a sixth hole was punched in her tag. "This one is for not performing your job correctly". And then another was punched next to it - the seventh hole so far. "And this one is for disturbing other members while performing your tasks".

"Now, we don't want that kind of accident to happen again, so we must make sure to slow you down." A short chain was added to join her ankles together. Combined with the one connecting her left ankle to her neck, it forced her to be bent over with her legs curled all the time.

Then a pair of clamps was attached to her nipples. From them, a pair of thin chains was passed through her crotch and was connected to her hands, which were forced behind her back. Her left nipple was thus linked to her right wrist and vice versa.

"Now I want you to pick up all those dirty clothes with your mouth, put them back in the cart and be gone quickly before some other member decides to punish you further".

Aurelia was sobbing on the floor. Her chains were holding her in a loose ball with her arms stretched down her back. Each move caused her to yank on her clamped nipples, adding more pain to her plight. She had all the difficulties of the World to sit up on her buttocks. she would have to use her chained feet to crawl on her butt, very slowly. She was pushing the now empty cart before her and inched forward towards the elevator. Unable to reach the buttons, she waited until someone else entered the lift. Then she accompanied him down to the main hall.

There were clothes and underwear spread over a large area. She began picking them up and bringing them to her cart. It was a slow, painful process. She tried to grab as much as she could with her mouth before crawling back to the cart. The smell emanating from some of the socks and panties was disgusting. But she was forced to taste and smell them up close. It took Aurelia hours to collect them all and put them on her cart again. She was moving so slowly. Her nipples were throbbing and it seemed to her as if they had doubled in length.

Finally - exhausted, sweaty, and stinking like an old sock and a rancid slip - she crawled back into the C quarters. Dinner was long gone and she knew that she would have to wait until the morning to get something to eat. Following a command to leave the cart in the laundry, she went to the dormitory.

The clock had almost reached 10.00 pm, and again the lower beds had already been taken. Being one of the lowest ranks there, she could not ask anyone to move. Finally it was the overseer who decided to grab her by her chains, put her in an upper bunk and chained her to it.

She spent a very bad night. It was difficult to find a comfortable position, chained in the way she was. She kept on yanking on her sore nipples. She was drenched with sweat and her mouth tasted like a sewer. After many long hours of writhing, she fell into a nightmare-filled sleep. 

Day 6 - Change of rules

The next day arrived, but no alarm sounded, finally she was woken by one of the high-ranking members tugging on her chains. Aurelia was the only one still in bed. The clock was showing 5:50

"The lowest in rank in each room is responsible to make sure everyone in the room wakes up!  Did you want to let all of your room mates be late to their jobs?" an overseer demanded of her.

"I'm sorry, Sir. I did not know Sir. I'll be careful next time, Sir" she answered hastily.

He punched another hole on her tag and went to a cabinet to fetch another punishment device. This time it consisted in a pair of breast rings, like the ones that she had used some days ago, but their chains ended in metal balls weighing about 1 kg each. Aurelia's eyes bulged from the pain of her proud breasts enduring the weights. The heavy balls stretched her breasts downwards if she tried to sit upright. She moaned as her her breasts was tightly strangled at their base, forcing her big melons to swell tautly above the shackles. With her ankles chained together, and her left one connected to her collar, with her hands chained to her clamped nipples, she would have to drag those two balls for the whole day. She even wondered how she was going to get down the bed.

She saw that the others where already returning to the room and saying something to the overseer before leaving again.

Aurelia hurried off the bed, only to be painfully reminded that the chain was still attached from her right ankle to the bed post, the overseer merely watched her hanging in that awkward position, while he continued giving instructions to the other members. The poor Aurelia gasped. She was in a state of deep agony as her body was kept in a taut ball of pain by her cruel binding.

"Please, Sir, could you unchain me from the bed so that I can do my chores?" she asked pitifully.

He released the lock on the bed post, letting her fall to the floor with a loud sound that made everybody in the room turn their heads to look at the plight of the poor girl.

Restrained as she was, she had no chance of having a shower. Her mouth still had the taste of the hundreds of dirty socks and slips she had carried the last day. As she crawled painfully towards the chore board, her breasts were already swelling and throbbing. She was now dragging the two balls behind her, causing her even more pain.

Through her own pained movements, she noticed that a lot of her mates were sporting cruel restraints. There were also a lot of new C members, and some of her former mates were nowhere to be seen. An obvious effect of the new rules, she thought.

Aurelia’s first surprise was that there was no longer any job board. Remembering what she had seen in the dormitory, she painfully crawled back there. Her breasts seemed on the verge of exploding and her nipples felt and looked as though they had doubled in length. Sweating and moaning, she arrived at the feet of the overseer and pitifully asked: "Hello Sir. May I ask you what will be my task today? There was no job board to read it from."

"Your task for today will be cleaning the dishes, you dirty slut. By the way, do you think we should all have to deal with your smell? Taking a shower is mandatory! Since you failed to do that then you must be punished."

He punched another hole in her collar - the ninth one. Restrained as she was, she would find it very difficult to do her chores. Another device would make the task almost impossible. The man went to a cabinet, and returned with what looked like a leather sack. Aurelia was forced inside it and the sack was closed around her neck. It had only four small orifices that could be used to stick the hands and legs of the person through, but with her legs chained and her hands forced behind her back, those holes did not help her at all. The only good news was that she would not have to drag the heavy balls.

The leg holes were located at the base of the sack and Aurelia managed to pass her chained feet through them. It allowed her to crawl on them very slowly. She began to head for the kitchen where her job was awaiting her. The heat increased rapidly inside the leather envelope, trapping her sweat inside. Aurelia was bathing in her perspiration when she finally reached the kitchen. The washing team had already begun. In her sad state, Aurelia was not very helpful. They decided to stick a strong brush in her mouth so that she could scrub the pots. She eagerly clenched the handle in her teeth and began working as well as her painful predicament allowed her.

She worked hard with her mouth, eager to get a good point in that job. Her mouth was becoming cramped from clenching the handle so tightly, her neck was tired and she was bathing in sweat. But after hours of hard work, the end of the morning round arrived. She crawled back to the refectory. She was as hungry as hell. However, she could not find any way to get on a chair, so her meal had to be served onto a plate placed directly on the floor. This was not the greatest of her worries, as the overseer of her dormitory came over to her.

"Why didn't you come back to report to me, instead going directly to eat? You lazy gluttonous bitch!"

Aurelia gulped with difficulty. "I am sorry Sir. I was not aware of that. Please, have pity!" she pleaded, tears filling her eyes.

"Oh dear, it seems like this is the last mistake you are allowed at this level, but I'm sure you will enjoy being in the company of the D class – after all, you already smell like one!"

He punched the last hole in her tag, and removed the collar from her neck, replacing it with another one with 5 new squares.  This collar had tiny spikes along the inside of the rim, making it very uncomfortable to wear. It was also much thicker and therefore much heavier than the C model. He also briefly opened the leather bag in which Aurelia was packed and placed the characteristic heavy shackles worn by Dees on her ankles and wrists, before closing the bag again. The stench that erupted from the bag as it was opened made everybody in the room pinch her or his nose in disgust. Indeed, Aurelia offered a horrible sight with her skin slick with sweat, greasy filth and even her own urine. As the overseer closed the bag, he found a new function for the unused arm holes. He threaded Aurelia's shackled breasts through them by pulling on the heavy balls linked to their bases. They had grown to the size of melons and were as taut as those fruits, so he had to squeeze them slowly through the holes. The huge, purple, clamped balls of throbbing flesh were now protruding out of the thick leather bag, with the iron balls dangling from their strangled bases.

"And no food for you for now!" he added.

A heavy mask, similar to the one she had used earlier, was applied to her face. This one didn't have the eye covers, but had an extremely tiny hole for the mouth.  Eating would be impossible, and drinking water could only be done with a straw, or by sticking the tip of her tongue out as well as she could.

She was then led out of the room under the eager eyes of some of her former mates, who decided that it was a good time to throw some of their food at her. Packed as she was in the bag and the iron hood, she barely felt it, but the humiliation pierced her deeply into her heart. Most of the food was aimed at her breasts.