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Chapter 23
Tuesday awoke to the presence of someone in her room. The lights had been turned up, a female form stood next to the bed. She felt that it was earlier than usual, though without windows nor clock it was just her body rhythm that told her.
Sheila stood before her, hands behind her back. The bruises from the previous day were in full bloom. Ridges in angry red, black and blue ran across her chest. Her nipples were irregularly swollen. Her pubis was also swollen, the labia puffy and grotesque. She was bruised from just below her navel, down the inside of her thighs. Tuesday expected the other side to look no better.
“Wake up.” Sheila said evenly. Tuesday began to slide to the floor and remembered her requirement to beg.
“Stop.” Sheila said. “You don't beg me. I'm your escort today. The Roscoe's have work to do, so they can't devote all their time playing with you.”
'Playing?” Tuesday thought. 'I would hate to see the results if they got serious.' But said nothing. She nodded.
“Part of your instructions still pertains to me. I need to pee. That's still your job...you may ask me, but you don't have to beg.” Sheila told her. Tuesday looked around, then knelt at the slave's feet. Sheila spread her feet apart, watching Tuesday. The beautiful redhead was trying to figure out the protocol.
“Ms Sheila, will you please use my mouth as your urinal?” Tuesday asked as humbly as she could. Sheila sighed, nodding.
“I can't use my hands to help you” Sheila said, swiveling to show her cuffed wrists behind her. “Open me gently...VERY gently. Then put your mouth on my pussy.” Tuesday obeyed, noticing that Sheila grimaced as her labia was gently parted.
“Look at me.” Sheila told her. Tuesday looked up. “You can look at me. We are equals now. I would be the house slut now if the fellows hadn't bruised me so much. Go ahead; I'll explain a few things while you drink.” Tuesday applied her mouth and instantly the girl released her bladder. She had been holding it since she got up and was uncomfortable.
“Ahhh...that's better.” She said as the pressure reduced. “I'll probably be the next house slut again after I heal. They really didn't lay into me like they could have. I've been a smart ass to them since shortly after I arrived. This was payback. There wouldn't have been pay back if you hadn't cum like that. But you didn't know and I did. I was responsible for you. I wanted to be mad at you...but I fucked up. And I paid for it. I'm still paying. So I expect to wear the quirt next.” Sheila finished, Tuesday gently cleaned her with her tongue. Sheila hadn't washed yet either, so Tuesday asked:
“Shall I clean you some more, Ms Sheila?” Sheila nodded.
“A little. But it hurts, so just a bit.” Tuesday carefully parted the swollen folds with her tongue, licking as carefully as she could, drawing out enough saliva to lubricate her tongue and sooth the battered flesh. The usual morning musk combined with the residue from the previous day left a larger chore to do than would have been normal. But Sheila was in no condition for a more thorough washing.
“That's enough. It hurts too much. But thanks. Now, you go pee.” Tuesday crawled over to her toilet, squatting over the hole and releasing her bladder and bowels. She cleaned up and crawled back over to her escort.
“You can stand.” Sheila said. Tuesday obeyed. “Today you will start meeting people. The Lady Beth explained yesterday what you are supposed to do?” She asked her charge.
“Yes, Ms Sheila. I am to beg for everyone to use me for whatever they wish. May I ask a question?” Tuesday asked. Sheila made a display of looking around and replied.
“You may ask a relevant question. Understand?” She answered, sweeping her eyes around. Tuesday understood that their actions were being recorded, both audio and video.
“Thank you. You said you would be the house slut again. Have you been one before?” Tuesday hoped the question was permitted.
“Yes. Everyone who gets acquired gets to be the house slut for a time. The length of time depends on the slut and how the Mistress Christine determines how the slut is accepting the role. I hope you like it rough.” Sheila told her.
“Yes. I do.” Tuesday grinned at her.
“Then you'll enjoy it. Let's go.” Sheila said, motioning to the door. As they walked into the hall Sheila said “Stay a half step behind me to my right. We can talk a bit in the hallways, and some of the rooms. The cameras are everywhere, but the microphones aren't always turned on. The video controllers can watch more screens than they can listen to. But keep it low just in case.”
“Yes, Ms Sheila.” Tuesday answered.
“It’s just Sheila, now. I expect you'll get a chance to abuse me soon enough.” Sheila told her.
“How long have you been here?” Tuesday asked. Sheila paused before answering.
“Two years or so; I think. We don't see much of the outside world and we don't have calendars. This is our world. At least while we're here.” She replied.
“Where are we?” Tuesday asked. Sheila turned and looked at her rather sharply.
“That's not a good question to ask. I don't know. I have my ideas, but that's all. And I don't share those. That is not a good question to ask.” She repeated. “Be careful who you ask.” She answered.
“Were you a...volunteer?” Tuesday asked. “Is that a safe question?” Sheila smiled at that.
“Yes…Sort of. I had...obligations and...issues…that were going to be very difficult to resolve. This was an escape for me. A safer haven than what I had. If you can imagine this as being a safer place, then you have an idea what I was facing.” She responded. “Even if I get whipped and fucked half to death I'm going to be taken care of. The alternative would have been worse.” She snorted a little; then sniffed. “It’s actually not too bad here. It's just bad if you fuck up. But it can be worse outside.” Tuesday nodded at that.
“I...understand. That was sort of my option, too. It seemed like either the frying pan or the fire. I chose the fire.” Tuesday said. Sheila raised an eyebrow.
“So did us all. Do you know the name of our home?” Tuesday shook her head.
“Phoenix House. It's symbolic of the rebirth through fire that everyone who comes here to...live... has to experience.” Sheila told her. “I didn't tell you that. Okay?” Tuesday nodded.
“Why did you say 'live' like that?” Tuesday asked. Sheila thought before answering.
“We each came here to escape one life. We found a completely different one. An unexpected one. For some it’s not a real 'life', it’s just an escape. A voluntary prison; but still a prison. An escape into a prison. Some came here not to live...but to not die. It’s hard to explain. We have no set sentence, no parole hearing. We're in limbo. Maybe it’s purgatory. This is still the fire. We don't know if we will ever fly.”
They reached the common dining area. For the first time since her introduction she saw a group of people.
“Show time. I hope you enjoy it.” Sheila said, and began the introductions.
Chapter 24
They approached a table with one male and three females sitting around it. All were naked other than cuffs and collars. The man was slouched in the chair, leaning back; one arm hanging down across the back of the chair, the other on the table. He was strikingly attractive. High cheek bones, a shock of dark hair crossed above an eye, both of brilliant blue. They all watched as Sheila brought Tuesday up to meet them. As they approached closest to the male he stood up. He was lanky and taller than Tuesday. He watched intently as the two women walked up to them.
“Mr. Donald...this is slut Tuesday.” Sheila began. “Slut Tues...” He interrupted her before she could finish.
“Tuesday. You're delicious. In fact I'm going to ask the Mistress if she will change your name. I think Delicious is a much more suitable name.” He grinned as he said it. “I watched your introduction to the house...but you were probably too busy to notice. The Mistress let short stuff have all the attention that afternoon.”
“Mr. Donald!...” Sheila began; then stopped, remembering her newly reduced status.
“It's okay!” Donald laughed. “She knows I call her that occasionally. Only because it's true. The Mistress likes to display her for the shock value. It works every time. I use her too...but not for the shock value.” Tuesday listened, curious about this man in front of her. Her first impression was that he was gay...from his movements and mannerisms. But his words didn't sound gay. He reached out and grasped the quirt, the movement startling her. He released it from the collar and looked into her eyes.
“I heard that you were going to be the new slut. I've been waiting to meet you. You're just as gorgeous as I first thought. So...” He looked at Sheila “I'm the first of the herd to try her out?” Sheila looked peeved, but only said:
“You will be the first of the assets to try her out, yes.” He sat down, holding the quirt in one hand. His cock was already hard; fairly long but not too thick. In her previous life she might have been impressed; after the Roscoes anything smaller than what a bull carried was almost small. He motioned to his shaft.
“Work on that. I'll start you off easy.” He said. She dropped to her knees and put her lips around his cock. She looked up at him; he returned her gaze, smiling. She left her hands on her thighs and began to engulf him with her mouth. She slid down his length, watching him. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, slowly pushing all the way down until her lips pressed against his abdomen. She held her vacuum, withdrawing until just the head was in her mouth; then began another trip. His smile broadened; he glanced up at Sheila. She stood, and amused look on her face.
“She's good. I'm going to find out for sure...but so far I think she's very good.” He smiled at Shelia and looked back into Tuesday's eyes. “And you like it too, don't you?” He asked. She didn't say anything, just nodded and winked at him, her eyes smiling, and kept moving back and forth. She held her tongue tight against the underside of the cock, pressing it up firmly against the roof of her mouth. She was careful to keep her teeth away, only flesh touching flesh. She kept this up for a few minutes and then brought her hands to play.
She gently cupped his balls, caressing them, lightly tickling with her fingertips. She pulled her mouth off of the shaft and ran her open lips down the underside to his balls; taking one into her mouth and tickled it with her tongue. She released it and took the other one, repeating the action. She washed his scrotum with her tongue; then with a smile, lifted the package and dropped her head down. Donald slipped forward in the chair and raised his knees by lifting his heels. She continued her washing, moving down to his anus. Her tongue circled and probed, pressing into the pucker. She gave a light sucking kiss to it then made a return trip to his balls. She sucked both of them into her mouth, her tongue dancing and darting. She slipped her mouth away and licked back up to his cock.
Donald's eyes had narrowed, but they never closed. Most other men she had done this to had closed his eyes and lost his load by the time she had sucked him back into her mouth
and begun her deep throating again. Donald gently placed his hand on the back of her head and pressed her against his belly. Tuesday had conquered her gag reflex years before, so this wasn't scary to her as it might have been otherwise. He held her and moved his hips, fucking her face, slowly and strongly but not brutally. He pulled her back by her hair and grabbed her arm. He spun her around and pushed her down. She knew what to do; elevating her ass for his use. Her belt allowed access to both her pussy and her ass, but her pussy held no interest to him right now. He pressed the head of his cock against her asshole, she pressed back and relaxed her pucker. He slipped in, paused then pressed all the way home. She moaned slightly, turned to look at him and blew him a kiss.
Donald laughed at this and began to stroke her harder. She put her head down on one forearm as he pounded her ass. He didn't last long this time. He gave a hard lunge, holding her hips tight against him, then another lunge, then a third and held her close to him. Holding her hips, he backed up and rose, slipping out of her as he regained his seat. He pulled her arm to turn her back around, but she anticipated the move and caught his cock with her mouth before he had settled into the chair. She sank her mouth all the way to the bottom, her tongue washing over the still hard meat. She expected him to soften, but to her surprise, he didn't; rather he began to fuck her face again, holding her head between both palms, moving it back and forth. It didn't take as long as she had expected for her ministrations to work. She pressed her mouth tightly to him as he shot the second load down her throat. He relaxed his grip and she sucked her way off of the finally softening cock. A polite scattering of applause from the others at the table brought a blush to her cheeks.
“Nice.” Donald said. “You're definitely a keeper. If I wasn't wanted in so many places I'd talk the Mistress into selling you to me...then find an out of the way place to do that every day. Maybe all day.”
“Wanted? Where?” One of the women at the table said. “You mean someone actually WANTS you?” Her voice sounded incredulous, though it was an act. “I can't imagine what for. Other than being an insatiable goat, what good are you?” They all laughed, including Donald.
“Well...they wanted me to get rid of me. I saved them the trouble by coming here.” He replied, laughing. They all laughed with him.
Sheila looked around, determining whom she would introduce Tuesday to next. She decided on the one who spoke up. She was elegant, with a long neck and delicate features, long brunette hair and hazel eyes.
“Miss Priscilla, this is Slut Tuesday.” She let Sheila do the introduction without interruption. “Slut Tuesday, this is Miss Priscilla.” Donald passed the quirt to Priscilla without comment. Priscilla pushed her chair away from the table, turning it to face into the room. Tuesday crawled over to her and began.
“Miss Priscilla...may this slut please offer her mouth and body to you... as your urinal or to provide pleasure? It would give this slut great happiness to give you such service.” She waited for a response, but got none. Tuesday continued.
“Miss Priscilla, this slut begs you to allow her to service you, to worship your glorious pussy and ass, to quench her ravenous thirst with your delicious golden nectar...” Donald interrupted her from behind.
“She'll change that idea on the first mouthful. Priss has the nastiest tasting piss of any woman I've ever tasted.” Her reply was a raised middle finger that garnered more laughter, including hers.
“You should know, Donnie boy. You've probably drunk more of it than anyone else here.” She replied. They all laughed again.
“Try decaf for a change.” He offered and more laughter followed. Priscilla picked up a bottle from the table and poured some into a glass. It was a dark amber color. She handed it to Tuesday saying:
“Swish and gargle with this.” Her tone had suddenly changed. She was no longer laughing, but had a cutting, dismissive edge to her voice. “I don't want a mouth that just sucked off a shitty cock getting close to my pussy without sanitizing it. I'd prefer decontamination, but we don't have the facilities. Her face held a scowl as she said it. The abrupt change startled Tuesday, but she meekly took the glass, pouring the bitter contents into her mouth and swishing and gargling until Priscilla growled:
“Okay. Long enough, cunt. You can chase it with this.” Priscilla spread her legs and before Tuesday could finish swallowing found herself pulled by an arm and her face pressed into Priscilla's very wet pussy. The previous show had stirred Priscilla's desire. Tuesday had barely finished swallowing and opened her mouth before Priscilla's piss began flowing. A little splashed on her nose before she could get her mouth over the urethra and seal her lips to it. She swallowed quickly, sure that the woman was pushing it out as hard as possible, probably to make her spill it and earn a punishment. She was able to keep up, however and the flow soon stopped. She sucked at the opening, seeking the last few remaining drops.
Tuesday felt her head being pushed down, Priscilla arching her hips to push her juicy pussy into the awaiting mouth. Tuesday licked and worshiped the soaking wet opening, but Priscilla didn't give her much of a chance, wiping the face all over her pussy, smearing the thick slime all over Tuesday's face, from her chin to her forehead. Much to Priscilla's surprise Tuesday moaned slightly, aggressively pressing her face against the woman's cunt, seemingly wanting to be used like this. She looked at the woman, eyebrows and eyelashes covered in secretions. Her tongue was out, mouth wide, as she sought to bath her face with the fragrant fluid. Priscilla released her; immediately the mouth found the open source and sucked the juices into her mouth; then clamped her lips around the clit, sucking and licking.
Tuesday's fingers found the labia, stretching them, revealing the nub, pulling the hood away to get better access for her tongue. She felt a light shudder go through the woman's body; she saw her eyes start to close. She let go of the clit with her lips and simultaneously lifted the woman's legs up over her shoulders and separated her ass cheeks with her fingers. Her mouth found the pucker and she attacked it with her tongue, determined to find entrance. The woman gasped and put her own hands down to assist Tuesday, spreading her ass cheeks even wider. She relaxed, allowing the searching, plunging tongue to find entrance. Priscilla felt the tongue slip into her asshole, enjoying the rimming, now grabbing Tuesday's head and pressing harder. While the ass worship felt wonderful, her clit was demanding more attention so her hands directed Tuesday to return. The lips found the clit once more and she began a circling with her tongue, three laps around, a serious suck, then again. Rather than maintaining the hard pressure, Tuesday let up, her tongue now flicking gently around, giving a gentle kiss, a suck, and then back to flicking. This ramped up Priscilla's desire even more. Tuesday was now suddenly in charge. Priscilla looked down into the beautiful face, pussy juices smearing the hair and cheeks, her eyelashes were covered; one stuck up against the upper lid, the other covered, the substance smearing down glazing the eyeball. Priscilla saw a smile form on the face tantalizing her and felt a finger, then two sneak into her asshole. That was all it took. The fingers spread and moved in and out, suddenly the lips returned to their previous hard sucking and licking and the orgasm crashed through Priscilla's brain, waves of ecstasy sweeping across her body, her head lolling back and forth, eyes rolled back into sightlessness.
Tuesday continued, the body against her mouth shaking and quivering. The hips bucked several times before she felt hands wrench her face away. She grinned up at the woman as she saw her return to normalcy. A slow smile crept across Priscilla's mouth as she looked down at the mess between her legs. She looked over toward Donald with a sleepy look.
“You're right. She is a keeper. Maybe we can go in together to buy her. I don't think either of us could afford her separately. I might even put up with you to have her.” She said. Another round of applause rewarded the performance.
Sheila stepped over beside Tuesday.
“Miss Priscilla, would you wish to punish slut Tuesday, or did she perform acceptably?” She asked. Priscilla picked up the quirt, looking at Tuesday.
“I'll bet under slightly different circumstances you'd rather I used this on you, wouldn't you?” Priscilla asked. Tuesday nodded. “Well, maybe later I can. But I found your performance to be acceptable...so I won't send you off with any marks. They will come later, I promise.”
“Thank you Miss Priscilla.” Tuesday replied. “You are most delicious. Piss included. I look forward to your promise.”
“But now you're a mess.” Sheila said. “Let's get you cleaned up and come back here for another round, if anyone can stay.”
“Hurry.” Another woman offered. “We'll stay for at least one or two more rounds, but then we may have to go.” Sheila motioned with her head toward the door.
“You heard her. Let's hurry.”
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