THE HOUSE OF ALI
By slave ruthie
[Dedicated to Gary Roberts - a great Master of art, from a lowly slave with
permission of her Master. she owes so much to Master Gary and humbly offers
this work to honor Him.]
CHAPTER 1
The first thing Helen noticed was how terribly dry her mouth felt. Her head
ached too. As she moved her hands up towards her face, she heard a noise. It
was a metallic tinkling sound. Her vision started to clear and she blinked
painfully at the bright light on the ceiling...
Helen groaned and tried to remember what she had been doing the night before.
She had been at a disco and been chatted up by a handsome stranger. She
recalled feeling terribly tired, weak, and groggy. He had offered to take her
home and there had been a car but the rest was a confused blur. She vaguely
remembered somebody cutting off her PVC jeans and g-string panties. She was
puzzled - perhaps it was a bad dream. But as she turned over, she instantly
realized there was something badly wrong. She tried to sit up and heard the
tinkling noise again. It was a chain. She stared down at her bare body, unable
to take in the sight. She was wearing heavy manacles and leg irons! Her wrists
were linked together by a short chain which was joined at the middle to a longer
chain that snaked upwards between her breasts. Gasping in dawning horror, Helen
reached up and felt a wide metal collar around her throat! The long chain ran
down to another short chain that linked her ankle cuffs. Her eyes took in the
awful sight and she cried in fear and alarm.
As Helen struggled to sit up, she found she was completely naked and her pubic
hair had been shaved smooth! Worse still, both her nipples were pierced and
ringed! Helen was shaking with fear now. She clambered off the bed and took in
her surroundings. There was a chain from the back of her collar to a hole in
the center of the metal ceiling. She had just enough slack to move around the
square room. She stumbled around frantically trying to understand what had
happened. The walls and floor of the room were also metal. There was a metal
door - it was like a cell! Her "bed" was a metal bench covered by a thin black
plastic mattress. She gasped as she saw the rings at each corner and the center
of each side of the bench. The only other furniture in the cell was a mirror
along the wall opposite the bench. She stared miserably at herself - naked,
chained and cuffed. Trying to stay calm, she tugged each cuff to see if they
would open. The cuffs had strong padlocks through the joins and through the
rings that attached to the chains. Her collar was also padlocked shut. The
chain above her head was padlocked to the back of her collar and stopped her
from reaching the cell door. Helen knew there was no way out and slumped in
despair on the metal floor.
There was a shower in the corner of the cell. She noticed a hole in the floor
like a toilet that was constantly flushed with clear water. Desperate for a
pee, she went across and squatted over the hole to relieve herself. There was
no toilet paper. It was then that she noticed the gold metal band protruding
between her shaven cunt lips! Moaning with fear, she gingerly touched her clit
- it had also been pierced through and ringed! Helen was crying desperately
now. She knelt in abject misery and stared at a metal ring embedded in the
center of the cell floor. There was no escape - everything about the cell and
her restraints drove home her desperate predicament. Whoever had done this must
have drugged and abducted her! Her clothes had been removed and she had been
shaved down below then pierced before being chained and locked in this cell.
Helen felt violated and degraded but she knew there would be worse to come - her
abductors would be returning and they could do as they pleased! She climbed
back on to the metal bench. Still crying, she curled up into a tight ball.
Somehow, she drifted into a fitful sleep.
Helen was woken by a tinkling sound above her head. She looked up in fear as
the chain from her collar started to snake upwards and disappear through the
hole in the ceiling. She squealed in terror as the chain pulled tighter until
she was forced to climb off the bench and stand straight in the middle of the
cell. Her hands were pinned at waist level by the long chain between her collar
and leg irons so she could not reach up to ease the pressure of the collar
around her throat. The cell door was being opened. Helen twisted around and
gasped in shock as a tall muscular man entered the cell. He had a black nylon
mask over his eyes and was naked except for a black leather pouch over his
bulging crotch. He was carrying a large canvas sack. He placed the sack on the
metal bench.
"Oh God! P-please don't hurt me!" Helen whimpered as he reached into the sack
and took out a black rubber ball laced on a length of chain. She stared in
horror as he lifted it up towards her face.
"Oh n-no! Oh please don't gag me!" she begged. He grasped her hair behind her
head and pushed the ball against her lips. "Please! Oh no! Don't...mmmmph!"
He forced the ball between her teeth and drew the ends of the chain together at
the back of her neck. She cried in fear and pain as he tightened the chain and
padlocked it firmly shut. She could only mew and make desperate noises now.
The man returned to the sack. She watched him remove a short length of chain
and felt him secure one end to the rear of her collar. He unlocked the padlock
that connected her left wrist cuff to the chain across her front and brutally
forced her arm up behind her back. She struggled as her wrist was locked to the
loose end of the chain. He released her right wrist cuff and twisted her arm up
behind before locking it into position. Helen's hands were now painfully pulled
up between her shoulders. He removed the long chain from the front of her
collar to the middle of the short chain that linked her ankle cuffs. Helen
could only stare in abject misery as he took a long metal bar from the sack and
locked one end to the inside of her left ankle cuff. He removed the hobble
chain from her left ankle cuff and forced her right leg up behind her knee while
the other end of the pole was secured. When he let go of her right calf, Helen
was forced to hop sideways on her left leg until both her feet barely touched
the floor - she had to stand on tiptoes to stop being strangled by her collar.
She was totally helpless now. Her legs were widely apart, exposing her
clean-shaved and pierced cunt! Her breasts were also exposed to whatever her
abductor planned. She sobbed and tried to avoid thinking of what would happen
next. Although she was not a virgin, Helen had never experienced bondage sex
before and knew the man was going to rape her. He came close behind her and
started to fondle her ringed nipples. She kept as quiet and still as possible,
desperately trying to blot out the sensual abuse. But she was soon writhing and
crying as his expert hands slid across her naked chained body and moved down
between her thighs. Helen tensed as his fingers began to probe inside her
labia. He pushed harder and quickly penetrated her vagina. She started and
mewed in anguish as he began to slide his finger rhythmically in and out of her
cunt. He was masturbating her! She tried to resist but he was too skilful -
within minutes, he made her orgasm. She screamed and squirmed helplessly as he
repeatedly made her come. When he finally stopped, Helen was quivering and
crying softly.
He came round to face her. She pleaded at him with tear-filled eyes. He pulled
his g-string pouch down to expose his large, erect penis. Helen watched in
horror as he stepped over the spreader bar so her thighs were outside his legs.
He put his hands on her buttocks and started to lift her up until her feet were
clear of the floor. She mewed in panic as the collar around her neck rode up
under her jaw. She was starting to choke but he lifted her higher. Helen
stared helplessly down her quivering body. She could see his stiff penis
pushing her labia apart - it started to penetrate her cunt! She moaned in
despair and arched her back as he entered her vagina. He thrust his member
deeper inside her body and started to fuck her slowly. She writhed and wailed
in anguish as he brutally raped her in mid-air until he climaxed. When he
released her, Helen was left shaking and barely able to stand.
The man freed her ankle cuffs from the spreader bar but swiftly padlocked them
together by a short hobble chain. He clipped a short chain to the front of her
collar and released her from the overhead chain. She collapsed to the floor but
he pulled her back up by the collar chain. Helen was dragged out of the cell
and forced to follow him down a long, dimly lit corridor. She could not speak,
escape, or resist her captor in any way. She continued to weep - from the cruel
rape and in fear of what would happen next...
They went through another metal door that was locked behind her. This room was
larger and contained all kinds of strange devices. Helen shrank back in horror
at the sight. There were chains with collars and cuffs hanging from the
ceiling. There was something like a large wooden X-shaped cross with rings at
each end. There were stocks, metal posts, and a rack - it was a torture
chamber! Helen cried as he dragged her over to a metal frame. He forced her to
bend forward and padlocked the front of her collar to a ring. Helen felt him
fasten a chain tightly around her waist. More chains were pulled firmly around
the top of each thigh. Her ankle cuffs were freed but then secured at the sides
of the frame so her legs were wide apart and her private parts were open to
abuse. Helen was completely helpless and waited like a trapped animal for what
might follow.
As her abductor stood behind her, she tensed and waited for him to rape her
again. She felt him thrusting inside her but this was different. It felt too
big and her vagina was being stretched open! She cried hoarsely. Helen
realized he had pushed something hard into her body. His fingers touched her
anus making her quiver. Something was pressing against her ass! She cried and
tried to squeeze her backside shut. But the pressure increased until she could
hold out no longer. Something was being forced inside her rectum! She mewed
and twisted her head in disbelief as she was penetrated up her backside. She
desperately tried to ignore the growing arousal in her abused body. The man
came forward then released the gag chain and pulled the ball from her aching
mouth.
"Oh God, Oh No! Oh please stop hurting me," she begged urgently trying to get
his sympathy. He came back with another gag. This had a large ring in the
center. She groaned as the ring was forced into her mouth and strapped tightly
behind her head. She could not shut her jaw and knew he wanted her lips kept
apart - he was going to fuck her mouth! He pulled a stool up to her head and
sat with his crotch just inches away from her face. He pulled down the pouch of
his briefs and grasped her hair. Helen squealed as he forced her head down on
his member. The bitter, salty taste of his penis was a shock - she had never
given oral sex before. Helen felt him start to come in her mouth. She tried to
pull back but he pushed her head down. She nearly gagged when the tip of his
shaft thrust down her throat. Suddenly he came, ejaculating in her mouth! It
was awful. Helen mewed and tried to clear the semen from her mouth but his
penis blocked her attempts.
For the first time, she heard him speak. "If you want to avoid punishment
Slave-bitch, you must lick and suck me clean!" Helen whimpered, hearing the
harsh deep voice. This man had no mercy and she knew he would hurt her even
more if she did not obey. Somehow, she gained the courage to start licking his
glans. She sucked and swallowed his come, trying desperately to please him. He
had absolute control over her and she knew her survival completely depended on
her obedience...
After several minutes, he suddenly withdrew his penis from her mouth. She hung
her head limply down, unable to stop the dribbling from her lips. Her hair was
again yanked back. She looked down and wailed at the sight of a black rubber
penis gag on a short strap. He pushed it into her open mouth and secured it to
the ring gag.
"Not good enough Slave-bitch," he snarled. "You are going to be punished for
failing to obey properly!" Helen cried in terror as he fastened a blindfold
strap over her eyes. She couldn't see any light! There was a loud humming
sound, and then the electric shocks began. Helen yelled as the dildoes in her
pussy and backside started to tingle. The tingling steadily grew stronger until
it began to hurt. The pain was becoming unbearable. Her body was shaking and
she started to scream frantically. She bucked and strained in agony - her pussy
and ass felt like they were on fire. She couldn't stand the torture much longer
- she would die! She lost control of her bladder and wet herself. There was no
release - she was in such dreadful agony that she wished she would faint. Helen
held her breath as long as possible to try to pass out but it didn't work!
Eventually, she stopped struggling. Helen was too exhausted to do anything but
hang limply on the frame, moaning softly while her poor body was tortured with
electric shocks. Cramp had set in her arms and legs. She whimpered and prayed
for mercy...
As quickly as it had started, the current was shut off. The relief was
incredible. Her abductor removed the blindfold, penis gag and ring gag. The
dildoes were slid out of her ravaged cunt & ass, the restraining chains around
her waist, hips, and ankles were freed. But she was still cuffed & collared.
The ball gag on the chain was soon back in her mouth and padlocked behind her
head. The chain between her ankle cuffs was replaced. Too weak to stand, Helen
was pulled off the frame and lifted over her captor's shoulder. He carried her
limp form back to the cell and put her on the bench. This time, he secured the
back of her collar to a ring at the top of the bench. He unlocked her wrist
cuffs from the short chain and secured each one to the corner rings next to her
head. Helen was lying on her back. He fitted a chain from her leg ankle cuff
to the ring at the corner of the bed, then removed her hobble chain. Her right
ankle cuff was soon secured at the other corner.
Helen felt terrible. She was tired and ached all over. Her private parts were
so sore she could not move without wincing in pain. The man had something in
his hand - a vibrator! He reached down to her crotch. Helen mewed and squeezed
her thighs together to stop him from touching her sore cunt. "Spread your knees
Slave-bitch", he ordered. Helen shook her head - it would be too painful!
He put down the dildo, then looked in the sack. He took out a pair of metal
cuffs and padlocked the first around her left thigh, just above her knee. As
the padlock snapped shut, Helen realized he was going to force her thighs open!
The second cuff was secured above her right knee. He took a metal bar about
30cms long and fitted one end to the inside of her left knee cuff. Using his
strong hands, he made Helen open her legs and fitted the other end of the pole
to the inside of the right knee cuff. She cried and struggled but there was
nothing she could do. He turned on the vibrator and pressed it up against her
ringed clit. Helen jerked with pain and shock at how intense her arousal could
be. The next few minutes were filled with incredible agony and ecstasy. She
wailed and sobbed for relief. When it came, she arched her back and lifted her
backside off the bench. When he started to pull back, she tried to thrust
herself onto the dildo. He smiled cruelly at her pleading face. "So the
Slave-bitch has learned to love her punishment already! And we've only just
started!"
Helen fell silent as she took in what her abuser had just said. He had called
her a "slave-bitch". Her tears flowed again, but silently as she tried to
understand what was happening. The man put down the vibrator and pulled her
head painfully forward by her hair while he unlocked the ball gag chain. As
soon as her mouth was empty, she whispered urgently. "Please let me go - I
won't tell anyone about you."
He stared down at her with contempt. "You will address me as 'Sir' if you want
to avoid extra punishments," he snarled.
She was shocked but tried again. "Sorry...sir. Please free me and let me go
home."
The answer was swift and cruel - he picked up the vibrator and pushed the tip
against her mouth. "Lick your juices off it until it's clean, slave-bitch!"
She clamped her lips shut and tried to turn away. She could smell her own cunt
and couldn't bear to taste her private parts. Her hair was pulled tighter in
his fist until she cried in pain. As she opened her mouth to scream he forced
the vibrator between her teeth. It tasted of sweat and yeast and made her
retch. "Suck it clean or it gets dipped in your ass and then you'll have to
lick your own shit too!"
Somehow, she managed to do as he said, the foul thought of having to taste her
backside spurned her comply. She wept and licked the vibrator until he pulled
it away. Satisfied, the man started to remove her restraints until all she had
was the collar and cuffs at her ankles and wrists. Helen whimpered as she was
hauled off the bench and dragged by the collar over to the shower. He swiftly
locked her wrists together and secured them above her head to a ring in the
ceiling. She pleaded for mercy. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled
hard, making her yell in pain. As she cried out, he forced a toothbrush into
her mouth and roughly cleaned her teeth. "Oh no, please don't do this! Ahh!"
The man had turned on a valve and held a metal hose with a long pointed tip at
the end. It was trickling with water. He pinched her nose tightly forcing her
to open her mouth then pushed in the pipe. Helen coughed and spluttered as he
rinsed out her mouth then bent down at her front.
"Open your legs wide, slave-bitch", he barked.
Helen begged and squealed in fear. "Nooo...oh please not my pussy! Please Sir,
no oh...Aiee!" The end went right up inside her cunt and he turned the valve
until water was pouring down her shaking legs. He kept it inside for a few
minutes but to Helen it seemed like ages. As the pipe came back out, she
slumped in shock, hanging from her wrists. He spun her round and pushed the tip
up between her buttocks. "Oh no! I can't...NOOOO!" Again, the pipe was going
inside her body but this time up her backside. She writhed and squealed in pain
and misery as the filthy water cascaded down her inner thighs. When he had
finished, he removed the hose end and rinsed her hair and body. It wasn't over
though, she shrank back as he took a floor scrubbing brush and soap and started
to roughly clean her arms and back. It was very painful! Helen yelled and
shrieked when her breasts and stomach were subjected to the brush. Her captor
systematically scrubbed every part of her body then lathered her hair with
shampoo.
When she was fully rinsed, he freed her wrists and threw a towel at her. "Dry
yourself and brush your hair, slave-bitch." Helen obeyed, and tried to stay
calm but she couldn't stop shaking. "Well", he demanded, "speak - you are
permitted this time!"
Helen was very afraid but managed to blurt out "Why me?" He stared back.
"P-please sir, why me? I'm nobody - I'm not famous and my mum doesn't have any
money for a ransom. Why take me?"
He smiled cruelly and explained. "Exactly! You ARE nobody and no one gives a
shit if you vanish. You're just another statistic at Missing Persons!" Helen
stared back in dawning horror - he knew all about her! "Besides, you
interviewed for this position - congratulations!" His words echoed in her mind
- interviewed? Oh no - the trainee production assistant job! She groaned as
the facts hit home. She had been interviewed by two men at a hotel for this job
a few weeks earlier. They wanted someone with no ties that could travel at
short notice. It had sounded fantastic but she hadn't heard back...
"Oh my god, No! Please oh please don't do this!" She wept bitterly as her
desperate predicament became clear. Helen had fallen into a deliberate trap and
been selected for abduction and slavery. She would be missed after a while when
she didn't turn up for her job at the cafe and her mum would be worried. But
the police wouldn't look for a missing girl living in London. Her bedsit! All
her things would be still there - someone would realize she was gone.
"Don't think we left things undone", he grinned evilly. "We cleared your room,
phoned your work to say you were not coming back - we even paid off your rent
arrears!" Helen sank to the floor in despair. Nobody would come looking for
her now...
He grasped her collar and yanked her up. Helen stood dumbly in defeat as her
ankles were hobbled with a short chain and her wrists were locked behind her
back. When the chain from the ceiling was locked onto the back of her collar,
Helen knew something bad was going to happen. "Listen carefully, slave bitch."
He ordered, gripping her painfully by her hair. "You are going to be examined
by a prospective buyer. If you make any trouble and he rejects you, we will
give you a starring role in a special movie but your career will be very short!"
Helen gasped as she realized what he meant - if she failed to obey and wasn't
chosen they were going to kill her in a "snuff" film! He pushed the ball gag
back in her shocked mouth and locked it behind her head. She had to stand there
while he tidied up the cell. When he slammed the door shut, she was left alone,
tears trickling down her face.
Minutes later, he was back and forced her over to the mirror. Helen realized it
must be a two-way mirror because he was turning her and cupping her breasts for
someone on the other side of the glass. She shook as he pushed his hand down
her front and pressed his finger along the cleft of her shaven pussy. He made
her open her thighs and peeled her cunt lips apart to display the ring through
her clit! She was turned around and made to bend forward while her buttocks
were pulled apart. He stopped and left her sobbing in shame and fear. There
was a man's voice - foreign but she couldn't hear the words. Her captor
returned and swiftly placed a blindfold strap over her eyes. The next bit was
worse. There was someone else - she could smell tobacco and aftershave.
Suddenly there was a hand under her chin lifting her head up. Her cheek was
stroked lightly and she jumped in fright. The hand smelled of latex - her
assailant was wearing surgical gloves! Helen had to endure the stranger's hands
all over her skin. He cupped and squeezed her breasts, gently at first then
harder and harder until she was crying in shocked pain. He was toying with her
nipples now, tugging the rings then pinching each one firmly, letting go, then
pinching them again. Each time he loosened his grip Helen wailed as the blood
rushed back to the sensitive tips. He kept squeezing and releasing until Helen
was writhing and straining against her cuffs. Now it was her pussy's turn. The
same cruel trick was applied to her ringed clit, making Helen groan and shake as
her tiny member was abused. A thick finger slid backwards and forwards deeply
along her inner labia then started pushing inside her vagina. It was awful! A
second finger joined the first, stretching her open. A third finger, then
another until the whole of his hand was pushing inside her body. Helen arched
her back and bit down on the ball gag in excruciating pain. When she felt her
buttocks being pulled apart, she mewed in fear. A thumb was being forced into
her anus! Her cries of agony were frantic and ragged as her backside was abused
while the rest of the man's hand went back into her cunt. As the hand was
withdrawn, Helen slumped forward and had to be steadied to stop herself from
choking on her chained collar. She managed to stand and waited miserably for
the next painful humiliation.
It didn't come - she was left alone in the cell for several minutes. The door
opened and someone was loosening the buckle behind her head. The blindfold
strap came off and she blinked painfully in the harsh light. Her captor smiled.
"Well done, slave-bitch - you have been sold and must be prepared for delivery!"
She mewed helplessly as the collar chain was removed and a chain leash was
locked at the front of her neck. Unable to resist, she was dragged out of the
cell and along the corridor towards the torture room. They passed another cell
whose door was open. Her captor stopped and briefly spoke to another man who
was naked except for the g-string pouch. Helen saw a slim girl - naked and
chained like herself. She was crying bitterly. There was blood on the inside
of her thighs and Helen realized she had met her at the interview, waiting to be
taken after Helen was seen! She was called Nicola but preferred Nikki, Helen
miserably recalled. The girl's captor was saying something about using the
poker first on the stubborn bitch then the garrote if she still refused - Nikki
must have resisted in some way and was going to be tortured or even killed!
Helen was dragged off again and forced into the torture room. She was pushed
against a wall and her collar was padlocked to a ring so she could only sit.
Nikki was next - chained alongside her a few feet apart. Both girls stared
miserably at each other as the men left and slammed the door.
Helen stared miserably around the room and tried not to think about what was
coming. She watched Nikki tugging urgently against her fetters. It was
useless. Suddenly there was a faint click and Nikki's left hand was loose! The
padlock on her cuff must have been partly open. Nikki quickly reached behind
her head and worked at the buckle on her gag. It took her several attempts but
she finally managed to loosen the ends and pulled the ball out of her mouth.
She tried to free her right wrist but it was securely locked up her back. Nikki
gripped her collar and strained to see if it could be freed from the wall chain.
Her struggles grew more frantic and desperate. Weeping in frustration, Nikki
whimpered. "No use, I can't get it open!" She sobbed heavily and hid her eyes
with her free hand. Her abject cries were so heart-rending that Helen began to
cry quietly. Nikki was whimpering for her mum or someone called Julie - her
sister? Eventually, she stopped sobbing and stared at Helen, smiling weakly.
Nikki was slim, small-breasted with collar-length brown hair and hazel eyes.
She hadn't been ringed or shaved - her wispy mound of pubic hair looked more
golden than brown.
"I-I'm Nikki", she whispered, then her face turned to shocked recognition. "I
know you! You're the girl at the interview! Helen - is it you?"
Helen nodded tearfully and turned away from the girl. "Your breasts", Nikki
spoke uncertainly. "They, I mean...you've been PIERCED?" Helen looked at her
companion then reddened under her stare. "And y-your privates too? Oh my God,
NO!" Nikki was in tears again, but these were from fear. "Oh no, I want to go
home. Please don't let them..."
The door was being unlocked. Nikki desperately stuffed the ball gag back in her
mouth and tried to get the straps behind her head. It was no good; the men saw
her and rushed over. One guard took a handful of Nikki's hair and slammed her
forward against her collar. She squealed in pain and fright and dropped the
ball out of her mouth. The other man quickly clamped the cuff round Nikki's
left wrist and shut the padlock, testing that it was secure. She was soon
ball-gagged again and the strap was pulled even tighter before being buckled.
The first guard snarled in her face. "Trying to escape, cunt? Well, we have
ways of dealing with troublesome bitches, especially one who won't take us in
her pretty little mouth!" They loosened her wrist cuffs from the collar chain
and pulled her elbows close together while more cuffs were secured. Nikki
wailed in fear and discomfort as her arms were forced into the center of her
back. A pair of thumb cuffs meant she could barely move her aching arms.
His colleague had dragged a device over from the opposite side of the room. It
had a short post with a collar at the top attached to a lever. At its base,
there were thick leather straps about two feet apart. The guard turned to
Helen. "You're going to watch this, bitch. Your little friend's going to kneel
with her pretty thighs strapped apart and her throat in the garrote! She's
going to learn to suck or get choked. And to make it more interesting, we've
got a few extras!" Nikki was mewing in horror as the men released her from the
wall and dragged her by the arms to the device. They made her kneel with her
back to the post and her chin was forced up while the garrote collar was
fastened around her throat above her own collar. Moments later, her thighs were
forced open and her legs were strapped apart at the knees. She was whimpering
in dread and stared desperately at Helen. What happened next was so dreadful,
Helen could barely watch. The guards brought over a metal box with wires coming
out of it. One of them held up a shiny metal dildo on a long pole. "It's going
inside your sweet little cunt, bitch. See how it's got a hole in the end?
That's where the plug goes!"
Nikki shrieked as the dildo was forced up her vagina. Helen could see the shaft
sticking out of the girl's labia and that a clamp held the end of the pole on
the frame between Nikki's thighs. The ball-gag was pulled out of Nikki's mouth.
She tried to beg for mercy. "Please oh God, please don't hurt me!"
"You'll take me in your mouth then?" demanded the first man.
"Oh p-please don't make me suck you - I can't, its disgusting!" The man stood
astride Nikki, one hand grasping the lever for the garrote, the other holding
his erect penis at her firmly shut mouth. His colleague turned on the machine
and picked up a long thin probe. He reached down between Nikki's legs and
touched the tip against Nikki's clitoris. As the circuit flowed through Nikki's
cunt, she screamed through gritted teeth - still refusing to open her mouth to
the man's penis. He raised the lever and the garrote tightened. Her eyes
widened and her face started to go red as the band compressed her throat. She
was shaking and trying to lift herself up from the dildo. Eventually, Nikki's
lips slowly opened as she gasped for air. She submitted to the man's demands
and took the tip of his member into her mouth but fell forwards limply. She had
passed out!
The men freed the garrote and removed the dildo. Nikki was slumped face down on
the floor. Her breath was ragged and noisy. She coughed, spluttered, and came
to. Without any time to recover, Nikki was forced up again by the hair while
the garrote was re-fitted. The dildo was readied. "This is your last chance,
cunt. You're going to suck me off and lick me clean. If so much as one drop
gets spilled..."
Nikki nodded, tears streaming down her face. He stood with his penis ready.
Nikki was still crying. The probe was pushed up against her clit. With a
squeal, she pushed her head forward and tried to get her captor's member in her
mouth. He drew back. "Go on, beg for it, bitch!"
The probe touched between her pussy lips again. She screamed frantically
"Please take it out! I'll suck you - Please!" He moved towards her and she
opened her mouth wide. He took hold of her hair and forced her down on his
penis. Nikki gagged but kept licking and sucking, trying to please him. The
electrode was removed and she kept pleasing him until he suddenly came. She was
pulling away, a look of revulsion on her face.
"Not a single drop - or I pull the lever!" Nikki forced herself to lick the
semen from his penis and struggled to swallow it all down. "That's better,"
said the man cruelly. "Now it's my friend's turn. We'll have a competition - a
race against the current. If you bring him off before I turn the voltage up to
maximum, you win. If you don't, you'll get throttled! " Nikki wailed as they
swapped places. As soon as the probe touched inside her labia, she started to
frantically suck and lick the second man's shaft. The shocks between her legs
were excruciating but she managed to make him come and forced herself to
swallow. When the probe was removed, she relaxed. But he came back with a
crocodile clip on a wire.
"No! Oh please don't - I sucked like you wanted!" She pleaded desperately,
thinking they were going to electrocute her and turn the lever until she was
throttled.
"No more sucking, bitch. But we're going to punish you for trying to escape!"
Nikki squealed as the ball-gag was jammed back in her mouth and tightly buckled
behind her head. She struggled uselessly when the clip bit down on her tiny
member. When the current started, Nikki wet herself in pain and shock. She
screamed and wept in agony as wave after wave of electricity surged through her
tender body. Helen turned away, feeling awful for the sobbing girl. A hand
grabbed her chin, jerking her head back.
"No you don't, bitch. You're going next!" Helen stared at him in horror. "No
electric dildo for you - just a nice little brand above your slit!"
The desperate wails from Nikki rang in Helen's ears as one of the men began to
free her collar from the wall chain. His colleague came over. "I just read the
manifest - she's to be branded by the owner but first he wants to try her out",
he explained. "As for that useless bitch, she's got no buyer and we can do what
we want with her!"
The first man smiled cruelly and dragged Helen upright by her collar. "Well
that's compensation for not getting to burn this cunt's skin. We need to be
more careful this time though - our reluctant cock-sucker's not very strong and
I want her to live longer than the last bitch we filmed."
Helen managed to glimpse Nikki one last time as she was yanked out of the room
by her leash chain. The girl was still writhing and moaning in pain but her
cries were weaker and her movements less frantic. Helen feared what she had to
face next, but Nikki was going to be cruelly killed! She was hauled back to her
cell and forcibly showered again. The pipe was pushed up her vagina so harshly
that she yelped in discomfort. Her captors made Helen brush her hair into a
single ponytail and ordered her to get dressed. The clothes were obscene, like
something worn by a prostitute! She had to put on a pair of tiny red thong
panties that tied at each side, a red PVC halter that zipped open at the front
and a very short matching zip-sided miniskirt. She was given red stiletto
sandals then made to stand while her wrists were locked behind her back with
slim cuffs on a short chain. Her ankles were also placed in matching cuffs on a
hobble chain. Helen's collar was replaced with a slim metal ring but she wasn't
gagged. Helen shuddered as she caught sight of her reflection in the two-way
mirror. She looked like a slut!
They marched her down the corridor past the torture room. Helen had to take
short steps because of the hobble chain and was scared of falling. She could
hear Nikki weeping brokenly through the open door but couldn't see her. They
reached a lift. Helen was surprised at how fancy it was inside - walnut
paneling, polished brass and plush red carpet. They seemed to be going up
several floors. As the doors slid apart, she gasped at the palatial opulence of
the corridor - it had crystal lampshades, paintings on the walls and an even
plusher carpet. They reached a large double door. Helen was thrust inside and
the door locked behind her. She was alone.
The room was fantastic - like a suite in a very expensive hotel. There was a
huge double bed on a low stage. All the walls and ceiling had mirrors. The
open wardrobes were filled with strange clothes made from plastic, rubber, and
leather. Helen shuddered at the sight of a large antique table that was covered
with cruel devices - dildoes, vibrators, gags, whips, clamps and other evil
things designed to hurt and rape. There was a small brazier on a stand
containing glowing charcoal - a metal rod was buried at one end in the fire
while the other end was insulated by an ornately engraved wooden handle. Helen
realized it was the branding iron! In the corner of the room, there was a
leather-padded trestle. It had leather cuffs on chains at each corner of the
base. Helen knew it was for bending a girl over to be whipped and abused. She
stumbled across to the bed and sat abjectly on the edge. There was no escape
possible and she would soon be serving a stranger. Would he kill her like poor
Nikki if she failed to satisfy him? It was so awful.
The lock turned and a giant of a man entered the room. Helen cowered in dismay
as he pointed at her, snapped his fingers once then pointed to the floor at his
feet. He was dressed in a dark business suit - was this the man who owned her?
Helen struggled to kneel in front of him; fearful he would hurt her if she did
not obey. He lifted his right foot and pushed her down until her face was on
the carpet. Helen felt his heel pressing down against her neck. She lay in
terror waiting for him to crush her throat. Another man entered the room. All
Helen could see was his highly polished shoes and expensive trousers.
"Ah...thank you Tarik. You may guard the door while I...I get to see if this
delightful young creature is fit enough to be kept! Rise, child and let me
examine you." His voice was clear, proud, and slightly exotic. Helen could not
place the accent at all - Arabic or Far Eastern? She struggled upright and
stared at the man who had bought her for the very first time. He was of average
height and build, middle aged and with a kindly smiling face.
"Please let me go," she whispered. Helen searched his features for any sign of
compassion.
"Let you go free? Most certainly not, my little one. You are mine now, if you
perform well, and you have been an expensive purchase. No, I shall keep you if
I am pleased. Or shall I send you back downstairs to be discarded like the one
I rejected?" His words were dangerously ominous yet his voice was so gentle.
Helen knew it was useless - she would only be tortured and destroyed as Nikki
was going to be. Oh God, she realized. Nikki's being killed while I'm up here!
"Now stand tall while I inspect my goods!" He suddenly ordered. Helen stood to
attention as the man slowly walked around her. He touched her cheek and smiled.
He lifted up her miniskirt at the front to reveal her tiny briefs. "Oh yes,
very good!" he murmured. She had to endure his hands on her buttocks as he
played with her soft flesh. "Yes, most satisfactory!" The man started to unzip
the front of her halter until it was fully open. His fingers slid across her
breasts, fondling her ringed nipples. "Most charming!" The poppers on the
halter were freed, leaving the garment to slip to the floor. Helen reddened in
shame, as her miniskirt was unzipped so she was standing with nothing on but the
thong panties and stilettos. She started to cry softly when the left bow of her
panties was loosened. The right side was opened and he slipped the red cotton
triangle away from her crotch. His fingers found her ringed clit. "So
delightful!" She shuddered as a finger strayed between her labia and probed the
entrance of her vagina. "Good. Now you must bend over the frame my dear.
Tarik will help you."
Helen sobbed as the huge servant called Tarik removed her ankle cuffs and wrist
cuffs then took her by the hand. His fingers were so huge next to hers. She
was led across to the frame and firmly pushed forward by her back so she was
bent down with her waist over the soft padded bar. First, her wrists were
tightly strapped to each side. Then her ankles were equally secured. Tarik
adjusted each chain until she was being stretched down with her arms and legs
splayed and her backside thrust obscenely up in the air. "Now soften her,
Tarik."
Tarik forced a rubber bit in her mouth and tightened it behind her head. She
shook as he moved behind her. The first sting of the cat across her buttocks
startled her and she squealed in pain and shock. He lashed her again, expertly
across the backs and insides of her opened thighs. Helen screamed in pain.
Tarik was a master with the cat, flogging her without rhythm, curling the
strands into her pussy so they flicked mercilessly against her inner lips.
Helen mewed and writhed urgently as intense erotic pain followed each crack of
the whip. He stopped and removed her gag bit. "Thank you, Tarik. You have
excelled yourself."
Tarik lifted up Helen's chin and forced her head up while her new owner moved
behind her backside. She gasped as a whirring vibrator began to enter her anus.
It was followed by another inside her aching cunt. The incredible vibrations
were making her become more aroused. "Now let me see how you lick, my dear."
Helen groaned as the man swapped places with his servant and pulled her head up
by her ponytail. His erect penis pushed against her mouth. Helen knew she had
to do this disgusting thing or she would not survive. She closed her eyes and
licked underneath the tip. He smelled clean and gingery. She licked, sucked,
and kissed eagerly to please this man who would decide if she lived or died. He
came in her cheek with a little sigh and waited until Helen had swallowed and
cleaned him with her tongue.
The man relaxed on the bed while Tarik freed her from the frame. "You are
called Helen? I am pleased with that name - you will keep it. Before you are
bent backwards over the bar for my brand, I might grant you one request as
payment for your service just now. After all, I don't own you until you are
marked.""
Helen was terrified of being branded but managed to blurt out her request.
"Please, Master..."
"I am not yet your Master, slave."
"P-please, Sir. Oh please save Nikki. They're going to maim and kill her!"
"This is the girl I rejected, yes?"
"Nikki, y-yes. Please, Sir. They're doing it now! Oh please stop them!"
"Perhaps it is already too late, child. We will see after you wear my mark.
Tarik, could you use this Nikki as a slave?"
Tarik grinned at his master and pulled Helen back to the frame. He arched her
back and swiftly cuffed her with her head hanging down. She begged him for the
gag bit to help her bear the brand. He stared at her in surprise, then strapped
it into her mouth. Helen ached from the desperately uncomfortable position.
She knew they were at her front. "Tarik, prepare the site please".
Something intensely cold was being rubbed on her abdomen just above the cleft of
her shaven cunt. Helen tensed herself and waited. The pain hit before the
sound. Incredible devastating pain, then an awful hissing sizzling noise. Her
attempt at screaming was broken by a ragged howl. She was branded!
