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Chapter 42
As Tuesday left Sheila's room the Lady Beth returned. Sheila was still shaking, terrified. The Lady began disconnecting the implements she had installed in the quaking girl. She removed the weights; then cut the eyes on the hooks. Once all the hooks were ready betadine was gently poured over the piercings left by the hooks as they were withdrawn. She assisted Sheila up, the girl's eyes not completely registering what was happening. The Lady helped her down to sit on the floor; she snapped her fingers and another girl brought a tray holding a bowl of chicken soup and a mug of strong tea.
Sheila numbly began to eat, her fingers trembling so hard that she could barely get the spoon to her mouth. Her hands had settled down by the time the soup was gone. Sheila finished the tea as well and looked up at the Lady Beth.
“This slave is sorry, mistress.” Sheila began. “This slave understands the penalty now. Perhaps you were right. Perhaps diminishment would have been better. But your slave will succeed. She will.” The last words were spoken with conviction...and a trace of fear.
“Can you walk?” The Lady asked, holding out her hand to assist Sheila in rising. Shelia nodded. Together they got the weak and still shaking girl to her feet. They made a stop in the toilets before moving to The Office. Sheila took a deep breath as the door opened. She stepped through it and the door closed behind her. She saw Charles behind his desk as usual...and then she saw Mistress Christine sitting in a large leather chair next to the desk; legs crossed. The mistress was wearing a tight, dark blue leather dress; the tops of her breasts rising out of cups barely large enough to cover half of them. The hem stopped just above her knees, a pair of matching pumps with 3 inch heels graced her feet. Her hair and makeup were perfect. Sheila's heart stopped as she fell to her knees, then to the floor; her arms stretched out above her, palms up, her face pressed into the carpet.
Charles figured that she was holding her breath, so he waited until he saw her back rise and said:
“You may rise.” Sheila rose up to her knees, being careful not to look up from the floor. “You may approach your Mistress.” He told her. Instantly Sheila began to crawl over to Christine’s feet, stopping at the sole of the shoe protruding from an extended leg.
“You may.” The Mistress Christine said and immediately Sheila began to wash the sole of the shoe with her tongue. When she had cleaned it sufficiently, the Mistress recrossed her legs to present the other shoe. Sheila began to wash that sole without a word.
“Enough.” The Mistress said when she was satisfied. “Stand.” Sheila stood, shakily, keeping her gaze downward. “I believe you have a better understanding of the choice you made?” She asked the slave. Sheila nodded. “You may speak.” The Mistress told her.
“Yes Mistress. This slave understands now.” Sheila responded. “This slave is...terrified...Mistress. Failure is not an option to me.” Her voice shook; she tried to keep emotion out of it but failed.
“Failure is always an option. But the consequences are rather severe if you do. The consequences are not delivered here...as you saw. We will sell an asset and try to obtain the most return for our investment as possible. It would behoove you to become as valuable as possible. The asset you saw was not very valuable when she left here. Her new owners felt that she could provide some cheap entertainment to those men as a reward. I don't think you want that, do you?” Sheila shook her head.
“No, Mistress. This slave wishes to become very valuable.” She replied.
“Sit.” Charles said, motioning to the chair on the other side of the desk. Sheila sat, again keeping her eyes down.
“This is now an invitation. Your Mistress is here, but this is now my meeting. Relax.” He told her. Sheila tried to relax, but began to shake instead. She brought her hands up to her eyes and sobbed quietly. She settled down and slowly moved her hands down from her face. A box of tissues had appeared on the corner of the desk closest to her. She gave Charles a faint smile and took a tissue.
“Thank you” formed on her lips, though no sound came out. She wiped her eyes and blew her nose.
“The Mistress is skeptical that you can succeed. I'm of the opinion that you may be more motivated now.” Charles said. Sheila didn't answer, just nodded slightly, glanced at her Mistress and returned her gaze to Charles. “You have never formed any real associations since you arrived. While we don't encourage close relationships here...primarily because all assets are subject to transfer at any time...you have permission to discuss what you have experienced with someone of your choosing. I don't want you to fail because of not having any support. Be aware, though, that anyone you talk with is still subject to removal. Your Mistress has a long list of goals for you to achieve. They will not be fun. Had you been the asset we had expected you to be when you arrived here, this would not be necessary.” He told her.
“I suspect that some of our protocols were ignored when you were first interviewed.” The Mistress began. Her tone was even; cordial. “I also suspect that some of your declarations were...well, if not fabricated then exaggerated. I'm fully aware that your predicament was dire. But that wasn't our problem. We helped you with your problem...and you failed to live up to our expectations. Did we fail to deliver on what you were told about the house?” The Mistress asked calmly. Sheila shook her head, tears filling her eyes.
“No, Mistress. I...this slave...didn't quite understand. She had unrealistic expectations. Everything here is exactly as was described.” Sheila answered.
“Just didn't believe it, did you?” The Mistress asked, somewhat amused. Sheila shook her head, tight lipped. Then she answered softly.
“It didn't seem possible. When I found out that it was, it was too late. I'm sorry. But I understand now. Very, very well.” She said. She gave a flat, slight smile. “I'm going to make it. Will you allow me to worship your ass, Mistress?”
“Eventually, you may. But you'll worship all the other ones under this roof first. And the stable roofs as well.” Her Mistress replied. Sheila gave a faint nod of understanding. She turned to Charles.
“May I suck your cock, please Master Charles?” She requested.
“A bit later, perhaps. You weren't very good the last time.” He answered with a slight smile. She shook her head in agreement with his assessment.
“The next time will be great. Promise.” She said.
“I believe you mean that. And it better.” He said this rather matter of factly. Sheila understood the significance of that.
“Stand.” Charles told her and Sheila stood. He appraised her bruises. “You haven't quite healed completely. That will just make your slut duties that much more of a challenge. Tough. As of now you're a house slut. You will show appreciation and gratitude for your chastisements.”
“This slut will revel in her pain and punishments, master. She will succeed, Master. She will become very valuable.” Sheila said. And she meant it.
Chapter 42
When Sheila stepped through the door the Lady Beth was waiting.
“Let's get you fitted.” She said. This puzzled the girl, but she knew better than to say anything. They proceeded down the hall and arrived in an area she had never been in.
The Toymaker met them in a room adjacent to his shop. A large vise stood on a metal framed pyramid. She recognized it and it gave her a bad feeling. The Toymaker produced a metal collar like the one she had seen fitted on the unfortunate girl in the video.
“New hardware. A bit of a reminder for you.” He said. One end of the collar had rivets protruding, the other end matching holes. She trembled as she saw them. He slipped the collar around her neck and motioned for her to kneel at the vise. Her legs shook as she knelt. The collar was lighter than she expected; apparently it was made of an alloy rather than steel. She knelt and he positioned her collar in the vise. He closed the vise slowly, making sure that the holes lined up with the rivets. He made an adjustment and the rivets slipped into their holes. He produced a pneumatic riveting gun and told her:
“Turn your head.” When she did he put a pair of safety goggle over her eyes and earmuffs on her ears. She felt and heard the impacts of the riveting gun as he made the collar a permanent part of her body. The collar had four “D” rings hinged to it on equal quadrants. The matching cuffs and anklets only had three each. When he finished he allowed her to rise.
“I think you should thank The Toymaker for his gifts and the work that went into them.” The Lady Beth said.
“Thank you Toymaker.” Sheila told him. “Your gifts are precious to me.” The Lady arched an eyebrow.
“I think you can do much, much better than that.” The Lady told her, glancing at the Toymakers crotch. Sheila caught the meaning.
“Toymaker, can this slut suck your cock, kind sir? Will you fuck my ass and pussy? Will you fuck my throat? Your cum is a wonderful treat that this slut is anxious to savor.” Sheila said, dropping to her knees.
“I only have time for one right now. A blow job...maybe a throat fuck...is all. Perhaps you would like me to punish you later?” He replied.
“Please, sir. That would be a pleasure. Thank you.” She answered, reaching to remove his cargo shorts. He produced a chair for himself and another one for the Lady Beth.
“Let's see if you can do better than the Lady did the other night. But that won't be easy. She gives great head.” He said, chuckling. The Lady smirked as she heard him.
“Be the last from me for a long time, too.” The Lady told him and grinned at him. “This little cunt can do that job from now on. Or your girlfriend.” The Toymaker narrowed his eyes at that remark.
“Hmmpf.” Was all he said.
Sheila pulled his shorts to the floor along with his boxers. She immediately put her mouth on his cock and started sucking vigorously. She worked her mouth all the way down to the root of his shaft, gagging when it entered her throat. She swallowed and kept at it, sucking and licking while fucking her own throat with the cock. Tears streamed down her face but she didn't slow down. She continued, a taste of bile from her gag reflex occasionally rising. She swallowed it without slowing.
“I think that perhaps she's taking all this seriously.” The Toymaker said to the Lady Beth. “This is much better than any she's given me before.”
“I'll see how much she is improved at eating pussy and ass in a little while.” The Lady Beth replied. Sheila looked up at her through tear filled eyes, but maintained her pace. She pulled her mouth off of the hard cock and gently took his scrotum into her mouth. She licked each orb within the sack, sucking her saliva off as she withdrew, to return to impaling her face with his cock. It took a while; The Toymaker was enjoying it and he had substantial staying power. But he knew he had other things to do, so he finally relaxed, spilling his cum down her swallowing throat as she pressed her nose tightly into his belly.
He pulled her off of him by her hair, her lips tight around his shaft, sucking her saliva dry as she withdrew.
“Much improved. That was a decent job. Not as good as the Lady's...but I guess it will pass.” He told her and the Lady. As Sheila stood the Lady snapped a quirt onto the ring under her chin.
“Let's go. You've got a few more to give before we go back to my quarters. And I'm feeling full so you'll have to hurry.” The Lady said. Sheila told The Toymaker:
“Thank you, sir, for your delicious gift. You are most generous.” The two women hurried off.
Chapter 43
The Lady Beth and Sheila found Tuesday resting, strapped into the chair where the Lady had left her. The Lady directed Sheila to kneel under Tuesday as she elevated the captive's legs higher and pulled them back closer to her chest. Sheila's eyes widened at the device attached to Tuesday's clit.
“Suck her ass. I want you to make her come.” The Lady told Sheila. Sheila dutifully began to worship the lovely woman's asshole. While Sheila licked and sucked the Lady held a large bulbous vibrator set to medium to the flesh just above her clit. The vibrations carried into the cylinder, causing it to bob slightly. Tuesday squirmed and panted; she held her lower lip between her teeth. The sensations were incredibly intense; her pussy poured its lubricant over Sheila's face. The pain was too great for her to overcome and translate it into pleasure. She gasped out to the Lady:
“Mistress...this slut can't get past the pain...she can't cum for you. It hurts too much.” Tuesday said.
“Stop.” The Lady told Sheila; the girl backed away slightly. The Lady removed the cap from the cylinder, withdrawing the needle impaling the woman's clit. Sheila gasped as she saw what had been buried inside the tender nub. The Lady produced a scalpel and slit the bands holding the device together and pulled the two halves apart. She picked up the syringe body again and put the cylinder back together and slipped into the barrel. Once more she placed it onto Tuesday's clit and pulled the plunger back, drawing Tuesday's clit into the tight, stinging tube. She put fresh bands into the grooves, this time without skewering the clit sideways with the pins. Another cap, sans needle, was threaded onto the cylinder.
“Better?' She asked Tuesday. Tuesday nodded her head.
“Yes. Thank you Mistress.” Tuesday replied.
“Again. This time like you mean it.” The Lady directed Sheila back to sucking the drenched pucker under Tuesday's cunt. The flow had covered the curve of her ass cheeks, dripping onto the floor. Sheila washed the fluid with her tongue and returned to worshiping Tuesday's asshole. She pressed her face hard against the crack, wanting desperately to demonstrate her enthusiasm. Again the vibrator was pressed to the top of Tuesday's cunt.
“Let's try this again.” The Lady said, smiling at Tuesday. Tuesday nodded, closing her eyes while enjoying the sensations. This was an unusual treat; to be pleasured and allowed to orgasm without other distractions. The Lady did pinch a firm puckered nipple between two sharp fingernails and twisted; but this was just added stimulation. She moved the vibrator down slightly until the head just touched the cylinder holding Tuesday's swollen clit. The transfer of the vibrations resulted in Tuesday bucking against her restraints, twisting and straining. She gasped as she came, flooding Sheila with her juices, soaking the girls face and hair. Sheila grinned up at the Lady as the pussy spurted into her face. She kept sucking; the Lady held the vibrator firmly against Tuesday's Mons. Tuesday began to thrash around; the climaxes building into a crescendo she couldn't stand. Her clit and pussy were super-sensitized by the stimulation, the pleasure turning into agony. The Lady intended for this to happen...and it would happen many more times in the days to come. A loud howling moan came from Tuesday's mouth as her head thrashed back and forth. Never did she ask for it to stop. She knew better than to do that. She endured the torment as best as she could; but couldn't be still or quiet.
The Lady finally removed the vibrator and motioned for Sheila to back away. Tuesday was once more in a land separate from consciousness.
Chapter 44
Tuesday regained her awareness once the vibrator was removed. She still felt drained, but it was a satisfied tired. The Lady unfastened the restraints and moved the leg supports so Tuesday could get up; she motioned for Sheila to stand as well. Sheila's wrists were locked together behind her back; Tuesday noticed the new restraints and wondered about their meaning.
The three of them went to the community room. All but the Mistress, Charles and the video tech on duty were there – Toymaker included. She directed the two women to stand in the center.
“Tuesday is ordered to cum. But make sure she is in pain when she does. Do not damage her or her beauty. I'm sure that all of you can figure out a way to accommodate the conditions. Sheila may not come. Make sure she is thoroughly...and I mean THOROUGHLY fucked.” The Lady Beth paused and looked around the room at each of them. “She is now a house slut and will be until further notice. She should be chastised for all shortcomings....or just because you want to. Her face is to be spared. The rules against serious bodily injury still stand, but all else is a fair target.
Mr. Tanner grinned and waved at the Lady Beth;
“So everything from the neck down is okay, just no stitches or broken bones? Burns?” He asked.
“Only less than 3rd degree. No open, oozing flesh. She's being punished, not tortured, Torquemada.” The Lady replied sarcastically. Tanner grinned at Sheila; she paled and felt her stomach flop.
“Hey, Tanner, save us something to play with, will you?” Master John quipped, watching Sheila shudder as he said it. She knew that her life had suddenly changed forever.
“Bon appétit, everyone.” The Lady said. She turned on her heels and left the two women to the ravenous crowd.
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