CHAPTER 3
Tarik tugged Nikki's collar to wake her. She stirred weakly and opened her eyes
to stare up into his face. Her mind was in turmoil. This man had been so cruel
- branding her, raping her, chaining her to his bed, and leaving her to sleep on
the floor. Yet he was the same man who had stopped her from being tortured and
killed! He had forced her to take his huge penis in her mouth and then in her
pussy but then he had brought her to an incredible earth-shattering orgasm with
his fingers. Nikki knew she was supposed to hate him but it wasn't that simple.
Was it love? The thought shocked her!
Tarik was already dressed. He pulled the young girl up and locked the chain
leash to the front of her collar. He would try her without the ball gag but if
she made too much noise, it would be strapped securely into her mouth. She took
short steps as quickly as possible to keep up; her ankles were still hobbled
together. Once they were in the washroom, he locked the door and removed all
her restraints. Nikki stood rubbing her wrists and waited uncertainly while he
drew over a stool. He pointed to her and motioned towards the stool. Nikki
quickly went over and sat as ordered, fearful of speaking in case he grew angry.
When Tarik came towards her, he was holding a set of metal cuffs and a new
collar - and a ratchet! "What, ohh please Tarik, don't cuff me again please!"
Nikki's pleas were useless. Tarik closed the hinge of the cuff round her left
ankle and began to screw the bolt into the joint. Nikki watched miserably as he
tightened the bolt with the ratchet. With one final twist, the top sheared off,
leaving the thread inside. Nikki gasped as it dawned that these cuffs had no
locks - they were permanent! Tears welled in her eyes as her right ankle was
cuffed and bolted so it would never come off. She wept pitifully as both her
wrists were sealed into their cuffs. As the collar slipped round her neck, she
choked back a loud sob. The clicking sound of the ratchet was awful. There was
a tinkling noise as the head of the last bolt fell to the floor. She was
fettered forever!
She was so distressed by the new restraints that she did not resist him when he
pushed her thighs apart. He used a shaver to remove the last of her pubic hair
that had not been singed away by the branding iron. He rubbed a cream into the
stubble that would completely destroy the roots then made her stand with her
hands against the shower wall. Nikki felt his foot kicking her ankle and spread
her legs as he pushed the tip of the shower hose up inside her pussy. Next was
her anus - she clenched her buttocks involuntarily but the pipe was in before
she could relax. She was cleaned from top to bottom and toweled dry. Tarik
gave her a brush to tidy her hair, then attached a leash to her collar, and
unlocked the door. Nikki was very scared and kept touching the sealed hinges of
her wrist cuffs.
They went through a door at the end of the corridor and she found herself at the
bottom of a large staircase. The furnishings were grand, fantastically
expensive, and eastern in taste. Two armed men were standing guard at the front
door. They were making comments about her - she felt so naked and vulnerable.
Tarik handed her a polishing cloth and pointed towards the stairs. Nikki stared
at the cloth and then knelt at the bottom step. Her tears dripped on to the
marble at the side of the thick red carpet. She began to wipe. As she worked,
Tarik watched his 'slave' intently. This had started as a joke - she was a
servant's slave, his Master had called her 'No-name' for she was unworthy of a
name. But Tarik was secretly pleased. He had a pet and he would train her as
he saw fit - she was his!
Nikki was halfway up the steps when the front door flew open and a tall,
longhaired woman swept up the stairs. Nikki saw her leather-clad legs as she
went past. The woman had stopped, turned and gone back down to where she knelt.
Nikki stared at the expensive stiletto sandals and fitted black leather jeans.
She lifted her eyes and realized the woman was looking down at her. "What is
your name, child?" She sounded kindly but there was an edge to her voice that
seemed dangerous.
"N-Nik...N-No-name," she whispered uncertain how to address this woman.
"No-name?" She threw back her head and laughed. "How sweet! You will do
fine!" She was staring almost hungrily at Nikki's naked, fettered body. Nikki
was frightened. There was something cruel, violent, and menacing in this
woman's expression.
Tarik rushed up the stairs and gripped Nikki's collar tightly. "Tarik? Is this
delightful creature yours?" Nikki pressed against Tarik's leg. She knew he was
safer than this threatening female. The woman smiled. "How divine - a slave to
a servant! How amusing! Tarik, may I borrow her?"
Tarik's face was grim. He twisted the leash firmly round his wrist, drawing
Nikki in until her face was pressed against his thigh. "Don't worry - I won't
spoil your little toy! Your master has brought me another girl to play with - I
only want your little No-name to wash me. But if you do tire of her, I'm sure
we could have fun with her in the Play room!"
Tarik slowly handed the leash to his master's second wife. Nikki tried to hold
on to his leg as she was yanked up the staircase by the woman. "Come along
little No-name - I want you to soothe me." She kicked off her sandals and left
them on the landing, then drew the shaking girl inside her bedroom...
Tarik stared solemnly at his slave as she was dragged inside the bedroom.
No-name had both her hands on her collar and was trying to pull back but was not
strong - or stupid enough to resist. He had other duties - the playroom needed
to be readied for his master.
The door clicked shut behind Nikki and the woman sat on the edge of her bed.
"Well?" She beckoned to Nikki. "Undress me!"
"P-please n-no! I-I can't! It's n-not right!" Nikki whispered, terrified that
this woman wanted to have sex with her.
"Dearest child, this is a simple choice - obey and please me, or fail and please
me more!" Her laughter was evil! "You wouldn't believe how much a disobedient
slave can endure before the end!"
Tears dripped from Nikki's face but she forced herself to approach the woman.
Her fingers struggled to undo the buttons on her silk blouse. "That's better,
mores the pity! Now for my jeans..."
Nikki knelt down and loosened the buckle of the silver belt around the woman's
waist. She opened the top button then pulled the zip down towards the woman's
crotch. "Ahhhh, yes!" Moments later, the woman was dressed only in a bra and a
thong. Nikki hesitated, then made herself unclip her bra. The woman had
beautiful large breasts. She hooked her fingers through the sides of the
woman's thong panties and slid them down. "Now you must use your sweet little
tongue - or lose it like your precious Tarik!" Nikki began to shake. The woman
was lying back on the edge of the bed with her legs bent up and spread apart.
Her pussy was exposed and open! Nikki had never seen a cunt close-up before.
She had glanced in shame at Helen's shaved and pierced crotch but this was
worse! The woman was waiting. Nikki stifled her sobs and knelt down.
"L-lady, p-please don't make m-me do this!" She begged, forlornly hoping for
mercy.
"No-name, my dear. You shall lick and kiss me until I am satisfied - if I am
not satisfied, I shall have your tongue removed with heated tongs! Well?"
She knew it was no idle threat. Trembling, Nikki leaned forward and put her
lips to the woman's cunt. It smelled sweaty, slightly fishy and like new bread.
She pushed the tip of her tongue out between her lips and slid it along the
woman's cleft. "Aaaaahhhh! That's better!"
The humiliating obscene act would never leave Nikki's mind. Nikki had sucked,
licked, nibbled and tugged with her teeth until the woman had moaned in
abandonment. She had reached down and pressed Nikki's face against her crotch,
her long fingernails had dug into Nikki's scalp until it bled! Finally, she had
kicked Nikki away and strolled lazily to the shower. Nikki was ordered to wash
her with her bare hands. The woman had kissed her and pushed her tongue inside
her mouth! She felt so dirty, so used - even more than by the men! She had
endured being fingered inside her pussy by the woman and had responded! It was
awful - the woman had made her climax on her hand! She felt so ashamed...
Nikki discovered the woman's name - Andrea. She was the second wife of the man
who was Master. She had told Nikki that she was to be called Mistress at all
times, or her punishment would be swift and severe! Food was sent up, brought
by Tarik who had frowned at Nikki as he entered with the tray. Mistress Andrea
insisted that Nikki should feed her, and had not even allowed her one scrap!
Her tummy ached from the sight and smell of all the food...
"Now you shall dress me, little No-name. And you shall keep your precious
tongue - for today!" The Mistress selected a high-cut silky bodysuit, stiletto
boots and a black leather catsuit. Nikki felt even more naked as she helped the
woman to dress. Pausing to put matching leather gloves on, the Mistress
re-fitted Nikki's collar chain and towed her down the stairs. She handed the
end of the chain to Tarik. "You have a disappointing slave, Tarik.
Unfortunately, she performed poorly!" The women shrugged. "Oh well, better
luck next time!" She waved airily and strolled out of the hall into the
servant's corridor. Tarik gripped the chain and pulled it up, forcing Nikki to
stand on tiptoe to stop getting choked!
"P-please! Tarik - n-no! I did my b-best!" Nikki gasped and clutched at her
collar. His face was like thunder. She wailed as he gripped her left nipple
between finger and thumb then twisted it savagely. Forcing her down across his
knee, he gripped both Nikki's wrists in one hand and began to smack her
backside. Nikki yelled with each slap - his palm was hard and came down with
such force! Her yells became ragged shrieks of pain. Her tears streamed down
and splashed on the stair. Why was he being so cruel? She had just obeyed the
Mistress and she had been pleased! Why had she lied to Tarik? It was so
unfair!
There was someone in the cell! Helen woke with a start to see a young woman
standing astride her naked body! "Daddy's new toy!" The dark-skinned girl
sneered and gave Helen a look of venomous hatred. "Another dirty white bitch -
fit for nothing but the brand."
"Oh please miss, please let me go!"
"Shut up, white bitch! Better still, I'll silence you!"
She knelt down and forced a rubber bit between Helen's teeth, ignoring her
protests as she drew the straps tightly at each side buckle. Helen tried to beg
past the bit. "Plsss, nnnn! Plssss!!!! Nnnnn!!!!"
The girl ignored her useless cries and turned with a malevolent smile towards
Helen's writhing body. She caught hold of the struggling girl's left foot and
unlocked her cuffed ankles from the chain that kept her stretched out. Helen
flailed her right leg but the girl knelt on her shin while she attached the end
of a pole to the inside of Helen's left ankle. The girl pushed the pole away,
forcing Helen's legs wide apart. She pushed further. Helen squealed as her
ankles were spread so far that her hips ached! Her right ankle was secured to
the other end and the girl was attaching a chain from the ceiling to the center!
"We'll see how good you are - white bitch!" The girl snarled and started to
wind a handle on the wall. Helen gasped as her ankles were lifted off the floor
- she was being hoisted up by the chain!
Her frantic cries for mercy went ignored. The dark-skinned girl was smiling as
she turned the handle. Helen's legs were lifting higher - her backside was
rising off the floor. She cried in terror as her body was slowly pulled up
until only her shoulders were resting on the hard ground. She twisted her head
to one side and tried to get any relief from her humiliating and distressing
posture. The girl advanced - carrying a whip made from leather strands! "So,
white cunt! You think my father bought you for himself? Well, daddy lets me
play with his toys too! Let's find out how you scream!" Helen shook her head
urgently, trying to beg the girl to stop, to let her down now!
The sound of the whip broke her mewing abruptly. Helen shrieked and twisted in
shock as the strands found their marks right across her backside. Again and
again, the girl drew back the flogger and thrashed the screaming white slave.
It was fun to watch her hands stretching out in the cuffs under her body. This
slave was noisy! Helen arched her back in pain with every blow. The torment
was so dreadful - she couldn't stop herself and lost control! Her pee trickled
down her front and ran between her breasts, soaking her hair! The girl stopped
flogging her and scowled. "Dirty white bitch! Pissing yourself won't help!"
She picked up a thin riding crop and rested the tip along the cleft of Helen's
pussy. "This will teach you not to be dirty!" She raised the crop high between
Helen's thighs. "You think this is bad? Wait till you meet my step-mother!"
Helen tensed herself for the first crack of the cruelly thin crop. A
black-gloved hand reached out to grasp the dark girl's wrist, preventing the
blow from falling. "Just like your dear father - so impetuous!" Another woman
was speaking! Helen tried to see who was standing behind the girl. The woman
moved round. She was tall, beautiful and dressed from head to toe in black
leather! She smiled down at Helen and cooed softly. "Oh you poor thing!
Fatima has quite a temper, doesn't she? Never mind, I'm sure we can help you
forget this unpleasantness...later!" There was something alarming about this
woman - her voice was soothing but Helen felt a shiver running down her body.
The girl was subdued, almost scared.
The leather-clad woman wrinkled her nose. "We must get you cleaned up, my dear.
I shall ask Tarik to have his No-name attend to you!" She swirled and strode
out the room. "Come, Fatima! You and I shall discuss this temper of yours!"
The girl glowered at Helen, threw down the crop, and stormed out behind her
stepmother.
Helen whimpered. Her arms ached so much. She stank of her own piss! Her poor
body was laced with reddening weals where the lashes had stung her skin. It was
too much! She wailed in the empty cell, turning her head to one side, her tears
running down to mingle with the urine in her hair. There was a sob - Helen
opened her eyes and saw Nikki! She was cowed and red-faced. Her trembling
hands were covering her mouth. She ran forward and tried to lower the winch but
it was too stiff! She ran to get Tarik...
The evening air was comfortably cool. Andrea leaned over the balcony and
watched the splashing fountain in the courtyard below. She let out a long sigh,
then slowly poured the contents of her glass onto the patio below. The fluted
crystal was next - smashed into a thousand pieces on the marble tiles.
"Something troubling you, Andrea - my sweet?" He stubbed out the cigar and
waited, admiring her sleek form encased in the leather catsuit.
"Fatima!"
"Ahhh... Has she been troubling you again? You know she can't forgive me for
re-marrying after her mother's death - I think she's jealous of you!"
"It's not that, Ali. No, I think she presents a risk - too rebellious, too
impetuous. Too unstable!"
It was his turn to sigh. Had things come to this? She was his only daughter
and yet there was too much of her mother in her blood. Things could not
continue as they were. "And your little gift from England - you approve?" He
inquired, hoping to change the subject.
Another sigh. "She IS very pretty, a perfect size and so like the last one..."
"But?"
"Tarik has a lovely animal, don't you think?"
He frowned, unsure where this was leading. "No-name is his to keep, my dear."
"Pity..."
"Hmmm, she IS rather charming...perhaps an exchange? Helen for No-name?"
"Oh, no!" She smiled fondly at her generous husband. "I had something else in
mind!"
Nikki had been as gentle with Helen as she could. It was awful having to push
the hose into Helen's pussy then her backside. But she was clean now and looked
very pretty. Her oiled skin glistened in the harsh light. It was nearly back
to normal since the angry red tracks of the flogger were fading fast. She
brushed Helen's hair and felt guilty for admiring her body - her encounter with
Madame Andrea had disturbed her. She tried to suppress her feelings and stop
herself from staring at the rings through Helen's nipples and clit.
"Oh Nikki! What's happening to us?" Helen stifled a sob and whispered to her
fellow captive. "Do you know who these people are?"
"Not sure," Nikki hissed back, fearful they would be overheard. "He's called
Ali, the girl's called Fatima, and the step-mother..." she shuddered. "She's
c-called Andrea!"
"Have they hurt you too? That man - Tarik! Did he make you...do things?"
Nikki reddened. "H-he raped me! He uses me, but he's kinder than HER!"
"You mean Fatima?"
"No! Andrea - she's cruel!" Nikki didn't want to talk about it. It was too
awful!
Tarik returned to the holding cell and swiftly fettered Helen with collar,
cuffs, and a ball gag. She looked at him with pleading eyes. He frowned -
almost with pity at this naked, vulnerable girl. If she could even guess what
would happen next! Without looking, he snapped his fingers at Nikki. She
followed dutifully behind and knelt obediently in the corridor outside his room
while he chained her collar to a ring on the wall. Nikki whispered goodbye to
her only friend, fearing she might never return. Tarik turned back, placed his
finger over his lips, and then pulled Helen along by her leash to meet her fate.
Andrea was waiting at the foot of the stairs. She had changed into a pair of
black PVC hotpants, halter, thigh boots and long gloves. Her eyes were masked
and she was holding a short rod. Helen recognized it immediately - it was the
same device that had shocked her body! "Thank you Tarik! I see our young catch
is well-prepared - my compliments to your little slave!" She sauntered over and
took the leash from his hand, tugging the terrified Helen closer to her. "We'll
have lots of fun! Just wait and see!"
Tarik turned to leave. His master's wife was skilful but these girls were
finished off so quickly - such a costly waste! Yet, his master was quite happy
to indulge Madame Andrea, at any price!
"Oh! Tarik?" Andrea pouted, speaking in a casual voice. "Would you be a dear
and fetch a parcel from the airport? I know it's late but I ordered a present
for your master - be a darling and fetch it? For me?" She purred and stroked
his cheek with her gloved hand.
Nodding, he turned and left. A round trip of three hours! No-name would just
have to wait...
Nikki shifted her weight from one thigh to the other. Where was Tarik? What
was happening to Helen? She tried to blot out the image of her being abused -
or worse! The door at the end of the corridor opened. One of the guards was
coming. He stopped next to her and unlocked her leash chain from the ring!
"Please - where's Tarik? Please!" Nikki felt the panic rising in her throat.
He was taking her back into the main part of the house! Had Tarik sent him to
fetch her? Something was wrong! The guard dragged her along by the side of the
staircase to a small door. Opening it, he thrust her inside then slammed the
door. As Nikki turned round, her eyes widened in horror!
"Welcome, my dear No-name!" Madame Andrea smiled and swiftly caught the end of
Nikki's leash, dragging her forward into the room. With practiced ease, she
caught the shocked girl's wrists and swiftly padlocked her cuffs together behind
her back. Andrea locked the door and slipped the key into the back pocket of
her hotpants. Nikki squealed as a red ball gag was jammed into her mouth and
strapped tightly behind her head! "So good of you to join us - we have reserved
a place for you!"
Nikki wailed in terror. The Master, Ali, was waiting next to a dreadful-looking
device. He was naked, except for a pair of black leather jeans. The instrument
was like a large metal stand, with opened steel bands that would secure her by
her neck, waist, and thighs. There were curved metal clamps for her forearms
and calves. Once restrained in its severe grasp, she knew there would be no
relief, no escape, and no mercy...
