NICOLE: JOURNEY OF A SLAVE
By Charles E. Campbell
CHAPTER 5
THE RING
Precisely at midnight, Sir Campbell's driver dropped Mistress Ilsa and Nicole
off in front of a small restaurant in TriBeCa. It looked the same as any one of
a number of small trendy bistros that were popular in New York. Mistress Ilsa
gave a tug on the leash that was clipped to the ring in Nicole's clit and urged
the young slave forward. When they entered the restaurant, Nicole was shocked to
see that it actually was a restaurant! The patrons very startled when they saw
the naked woman led through them and into a private dining room in the rear of
the building.
The room was lit only by candles that had been place in a ring around the
perimeter of the room. Mistress led Nicole to a raised platform in the center of
the ring of candles, and said, "Kneel!"
Nicole knelt as she was told, and bowed her head, so she heard, rather than
saw Mistress Ilsa leave the platform and her Master walk toward her. "Slave
Nicole," her Master began," Before we begin, you must make a statement that will
show that you understand your rights. Please spread your knees and look into the
mirror that it between them Look at the reflection of your cunt as you hear me
out."
You have two basic rights. One; you have the right to be Mine. You know how I
treat you, you are My slave, a possession, to be used by Me whenever, wherever,
and however I wish, for My pleasure and enjoyment alone. You may never refuse My
demands. Two; you have the right to not be mine. To be free, and continue with
your life as it was. In which case, you are to get up and leave at once,
immediately, and forever. Do you understand your rights, slave?"
"Yes, Master."
"Well then, what do you choose; freedom, or slavery?"
"I choose to be your slave, Master."
"Are you making this choice of your own free will?"
"Yes, Sir Campbell"
"Do you understand the implications of the choice of slavery?"
"Yes, Sir Campbell."
"Very well then, slave Nicole, renew your vows of slavery."
"With pride, Sir Campbell." Nicole pause for a moment to collect her
thoughts, and then she began: "I, slave Nicole, belong to Sir Campbell. He is my
Master, and I am His slave. My body is always naked before Him, as I am not
worthy to be clothed in His presence. My body is always available to Him,
whether it be for pain, pleasure, or humiliation. I proudly wear my slave collar
to proclaim to the world that I am a possession. My mouth, my cunt, and my ass
are open for His use. My breasts have been pierced and scarred as a sign of my
commitment to Him. I gratefully receive the kiss of His whip as a sign of His
total ownership of me. I joyfully accept His gifts of abuse and debasement as
signs that I am meeting His needs. I bear the pain of His lash with pride as I
sing a hymn of praise to Him with my screams. I am filth, a whore, a slut,
because that is what my Master desires of me. I will do anything to please Sir
Campbell. I will try to be a worthy cunt slave. I will please Him in any manner
He wishes."
"Are you still gazing at your reflection in the mirror, slave," Sir Campbell
asked?
"Yes, Master."
"Then tell Me what you see."
"I see a cunt which is open for my Master."
"And to whom does that cunt truly belong?"
"It belongs to You, Sir Campbell."
Sir Campbell turned his back to His slave and announced, "I present My
property to The Ring. What it Mine, is Yours." Nicole wasn't sure what was
expected of her at this point, as her Master left the platform, so she did what
she considered the logical thing, and that was to remain as she was, kneeling
over the mirror with her head bowed.
After a few minutes, two naked women with brass rings through their septums,
approached her, and grabbing her by the upper arms, helped her to her feet. They
walked her to the edge of the platform as a spotlight hit the three slaves. They
stood still in the stark light until a voice from the right side said, "Give Me
her mouth."
Nicole felt pressure on her shoulders as the two women pushed her to her
knees. A man dressed in a black tuxedo came forward and stood with his crotch
inches from Nicole's face. The women undid his pants and pushed Nicole's face
into his groin. She took his flaccid penis into her mouth as the women held her
head firmly against his body She could feel the flesh harden and grow, but she
was not allowed to pull away, so it had only one direction to go, and that was
to the back of her throat. With all of her reserves she fought against her gag
reflex as the erect member pushed her tongue down and searched for her throat.
Finally, the hands at the back of her head stopped pushing, and she was able to
start sucking in her normal fashion. In a matter of minutes, he let out a groan,
and she felt the sticky spurts begin shooting his cum down her throat. Nicole
knew it was expected that she swallow every last drop, and did not stop sucking
until she was sure there was none left.
The two women put his trousers back together, and as he left the stage, they
once again pulled her upright. A short period of time passed again, until
another voice, this one more in front of her, called out, "Give Me her ass!"
One of the women left the stage for a moment and returned with an old wooden
milk crate. Then, pushing her back to her knees, they positioned Nicole in such
a fashion the she was bent over the crate, with her open cunt and anus facing
the harsh spotlight. She heard the footsteps approach, so she didn't see that
the man she was about to accommodate was a very large black man. Once again, the
women helped him out of his tux. Then, kneeling on either side of Nicole, they
grabbed her thighs and spread them wide for him. With no warning, he forced his
nine - inch cock into her asshole and buried it completely. She was barely able
to stiffer the scream from the searing pain. He didn't take her slowly, but
instead, he closes to drive into her with a brute force and fury that made her
feel as though she was being torn apart.
He didn't dump his load inside her as she expected. Instead, he pulled out
and said, "Give me her mouth." The women pulled her up and positioned Nicole's
mouth in front of the glistening black cock. She opened her mouth, and he slowly
slid it in, so she could relish the taste of her own ass. As he began to cum, he
pulled out of her mouth, so that his offering covered her face from her forehead
to her chin. The women helped him to get dressed, and then pulled the slave to
her knees once again. But this time, they left her there alone. A voice called
to her, "Stand Up!"
Nicole rose to her feet, but kept her head bowed. She wasn't sure what she
should do, so she stood and waited, hoping her nervousness wasn't apparent. "I
suppose that we are ready to proceed with the second phase of the initiation," a
voice resounded. "Slave Nicole, what you are to do now is select a she-slave
from the ones tied to the wall to your left. You may have your way with her.
There is a box on the floor behind you that contains many items for your use."
Nicole turned to her left and saw that the two women who had been with her
only minutes before, were now chained to the wall, along with nine other female
slaves. The chains that held them were linked to the rings they all bore through
the nose. Like herslf, all of the women were naked, excepting for slave collars,
high heels and jewelry in their various piercings. Nicole walked over to the
slaves to get a closer look. They ranged in age from their mid-twenties to one
who was probably sixty! The body of the eldest slave was covered with scars and
brands and she had very large and heavy weights hanging from her nipples,
pulling her tits down toward her waist and flattening them out. Her nether lips
were similarly weighted, and over many years of this, had been stretched so that
they were now over six inches long.
Nicole's eyes came to rest on a young she-slave with golden blond hair. Her
breasts were firm and proud, with thick golden rings in her areolas. She bore an
ornate tatoo on her right breast. Unlike Nicole, she had all of her pubic hair.
It was a shade lighter in color than the hair on her head, and it had been
neatly trimmed with a scissors and razor into the shape of a heart. She had a
defiant look in her eyes that seemed to say, 'pick me, if you dare.'
Nicole announced, "I've made my choice."
The voice replied, "then unfasten her chain and have your way with her.,"
Nicole opened the clasp that tethered the slave's nose ring to the chain, and
grabbing her by the hair, lead her back out onto the platform. What is your
name," Nicole asked?
I am Slave Justine," she replied with a sarcastic air.
Well, Justine," Nicole mocked, "I think one of us is about to have a great
deal of fun at the expense of the other, and I'll give you just one guess as to
which one you will be. Go over there and bring back that chest like a nice
obedient little cunt."
While Justine was retrieving the chest, Nicole looked around the platform to
see what was available to her. She saw a pair of columns with rings attached at
the top and bottom and a hand operated winch that held a leather sling suspended
form the ceiling.
When Justine brought back the chest, she mocked, "Where shall I place this
chest, Mistress?"
Over there at the edge of the platform, slut,' replied Nicole. "Now, open it
up so that I may see what sort of toys we have to play with." Justine did as she
was told, and then stood back from the chest so Nicole could inspect it's
contents. "Hmmm," Nicole hummed, "we certainly won't be bored for a lack of
things to play with. Here, put these cuffs on your wrists and ankles while I
decide what we'll try first."
As Justine was putting on the cuffs, Nicole began to lower the sling on the
winch. "When you have adjusted those cuffs good and snug," Nicole commanded,
"step over here and climb into this sling so we can take you for a little ride."
Justine finished putting on the cuffs, and climbed into the sling. Nicole used
locks to hold the slave's arms and legs stretched out wide. "I see that you've
spent a great deal of time and effort trying to make that ugly looking cunt
attractive with your work on the pubic hair. Let's see how good you are at math.
You will count the hairs as I remove them." Nicole picked up a pair of tweezers
and pulled out a hair.
"One, Mistress," Justine called out. "Two, Mistress, three, Mistress...."
When she got to forty, Nicole announced, " I've grown tired of this game,
slave, so we'll just take a little short cut." Nicole reached into the chest and
pulled out a butane lighter. "No sense counting now, bitch, this will do it much
faster." Then without pause, Nicole lit the lighter and held it to the slave's
crotch. With a scream, the hair ignited and filled the room with the odor of
burning hair. Nicole removed the flame just long enough to inspect her
handiwork. "Oops, seem to have missed a few tricky ones back by your asshole."
And with that, she re-lit the lighter and burned the remaining hair off.
Justine's crotch was smooth of hair now, but it had many blisters popping out
of the angry reddened skin. "I think you look much better this way, Justine,"
Nicole said, "But I bet those burns smart. Maybe we can find something to put on
them to soothe the pain." Nicole dug into the chest and pulled out a tube of
Ben-Gay. "Here's some ointment that should help," she announced. A shiver ran
through Justine's body when she saw what the tube was. Nicole took a generous
glob of the Ben-Gay and rubbed it into the burned skin of the slave, which added
greatly to the pain and discomfort she was feeling.
"I think we should see what you're made of, now that you're so visible,"
Nicole remarked. "Let's get you out of that sling and we'll get some new toys to
play with. Nicole undid the chains and helped the slave girl out of the sling.
"Go and stand with your back to that column, whore," Nicole commanded.
"I hope you like games, Justine," Nicole said.
"If it please you, Mistress," came the answer.
"Well it does, slave," Nicole answered back, as she took the slave girl's
hands and chained them to a ring set high up on the column. "I found a game in
the chest that I think you might be good at. Can you guess what it is?"
"No, Mistress, please tell me."
:We're going to play darts, slave, and you get to be the dart board. I'll
even allow you to keep track of the score. Let's say one point if the dart hits
you, five if it sticks in you, ten if it sticks in a breast, twenty-five if it
sticks in a nipple. Are we ready, Justine?"
"Whenever You are, Mistress."
Nicole picked up the first dart, and taking aim, let it fly at her pretty
target. "Yow!" Justine screamed, as the dart struck her just below the navel.
And fell to the floor. "One point, Mistress."
'This bitch is tough,' Nicole thought to herself, 'I'm going to have to get
tougher if Sir Campbell is to be accepted into The Ring. She picked up a second
dart, and without taking time to aim, hurled it as hard as she could. Justine
screamed and tore at her bonds as the dart imbedded itself in her left thigh.
"What's My score now, slave?"
"That makes six, Mistress."
"Well, I have three darts left. You keep score in your head and we'll tally
them up when I'm through." Nicole let fly with the three missles in quick
succession. Justine's shrieks filled the room as one dart hit her in the left
shoulder and fell to the floor, another was buried in her right breast, an inch
from the nipple, and the lest one was stuck in her left armpit. "So, give Me My
total, and you'd better get it right, or I'll pull those again and play a second
round."
"Oh, Mistress," Justine sobbed, "I've lost count."
Nicole pulled the darts out and said, "Well the, maybe a taste of the lash
will improve your math." Nicole took out a wicked looking stick and proceeded to
strike Justine's breasts five times with all of her might. Justine was screaming
as Nicole gave her a second set of five.
When she was through, Nicole unfastened the bonds and said, "Open your
mouth." Justine did as she was told, and Nicole put the stick in the open mouth,
saying, "You'd better not drop this." Nicole then reached for a piece of paper
and pen and made a sign, which she stuck to the slave's stomach with straight
pins. The sign read, "Whip me please!" "Now, go out into the dining room, and
see if you can get someone to comply with your request."
When Justine had left the room, a large man stepped up on the stage and said,
"Well, I guess it's My turn now, cunt, and I want you to know that I am not
pleased with the way you treated My wife! You may be sure that I fully intend to
exact My pound of flesh. Now, Kneel Before Me!"
Quickly the young slave knelt before her abuser, and bowing her head, awaited
His command. "I need to relieve Myself before we start to play, and you seem to
be the only available toilet. Undo My trousers and open your mouth."
Nicole reached up and undid His belt and clasp, then she pulled the zipper
open. "Well, what are you waiting for? I need to piss Now!"
Nicole pulled His enormous cock out of His shorts and aimed it at her open
mouth. After waiting a few seconds with her eyes closed, she looked up and saw
Him looking down at her, waiting for her eyes to catch His. "You are to watch as
I use you, slave," he said. And with that, the stream began to flow into her
mouth, as she held his cock pointed there. The urine spilled from her mouth,
down her breasts and stomach and onto the platform, creating a puddle between
her knees. Nicole had never known someone who could have the bladder control to
store that amount.
When the stream finally abated, he said, "Clean Me off, so that we may play."
Nicole began licking his still dripping cock until she could no longer taste the
salty piss. "Now, cunt, I want you to stand up so that I can examine those
interesting hooks in your nipples."
"Certainly, Master," Nicole replied as she rose from her knees. "It must have
been an interesting feat getting them through your piercings. That barb is quite
long and sharp and the eyelet is very large. I wonder how they are supposed to
come out. Let's experiment, shall we? I'll take one out barb first, and the
other one out eyelet first." Nicole gritted her teeth as he clasped the hook in
her left nipple between his index finger and thumb and gave it a tug until the
eyelet was pulled taut against the hole. "Hmmm," He mumbled, "I guess I'll have
to give it a bit more of a pull." And with that, he ripped the hook out through
the hole, tearing then hole larger.
Nicole gave out an audible gasp, but was able to suppress a scream. "Now
let's see if it's easier the other way." Nicole couldn't hold back her scream as
he ripped the barb through her nipple, slicing it in two. "Go over to the chest
and put on a set of ankle cuffs, slut."
"Yes, Master," Nicole whimpered. Nicole found a pair of cuffs and strapped
them to her ankles as she had been ordered.
"Take that four foot spreader bar out while you have the chest open", he
ordered.
"Yes, Master," she replied.
"I want you to walk into the dining room and bring back My slave a a vase of
roses off one of the tables", he continued. Nicole placed the spreader bar down
and stepped off the platform. She walked into the dining room and found the
slave bent over the bar while a patron was whipping her ass. Blood flowed freely
from the numerous cuts and lacerations on the poor girl's buttocks and thighs.
Nicole walked over to the bar, and taking the slave bar the arm, lead her away
from her tormentor. She grabbed a vase of roses as she passed one of the tables.
Nicole lead Justine up on the platform and went to hand the vase of roses to
Sir Damian, but at the last instant, his hand pulled back, and the vase crashed
to the floor. "Well, you will definitely be punished for that, but first, where
is the whip that was used on My wife?"
"I'm sorry, Master, I left it in the bar."
"Justine, put a pair of cuffs on her wrists and fasten them to the back of
her collar, then hobble her ankles with a twelve inch length oc chain."
"Gladly, Master," Justine sang out.
Nicole felt her arms being pulled up behind her neck as the cuffs were placed
on her wrists, and then locked to the ring in the back of her collar. "Now go
back out there and don't come back without My whip. However, to make it a bit
more interesting, all you may say to anyone out there is, ' please give me the
whip, I really need it.' Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master," she replied. And with that, Nicole walked back into the bar,
naked, with her arms chained behind her head, and hobbled at the ankles.
When she reached the bar, she found an extremely obese woman handling the
whip. Nicole said to her, "Please give me the whip, I really need it."
The woman turned and looked at the helpless slave. "What a filthy looking
slut you are. How dare you disturb my birthday party like this. You want the
whip? I'll gladly give it to you." And with that, she brought the whip down with
all her weight across Nicole's breasts.
Nicole flinched, but she didn't scream, which further irritated the woman.
"Oh," she said, "I guess you're accustomed to the whip." And she proceeded to
rain a severe series of blows to Nicole's belly and breasts, until the fat woman
was panting in exhaustion. When she stopped, Nicole's body was covered in
welts, and the woman said, "Now you may have the whip. I'm sure someone else
will take a turn with it."
"Thank you, my lady," Nicole replied, as she took the whip between her teeth
and went back to the private dining room.
When she got back up on stage, Sir Damian said, "So I see someone made good
sport of your condition, but believe Me, that's just a warm-up for what I have
in mind. Justine, unchain her ankles and then put that four foot spreader on
her, then chain her wrists to the rings in the floor."
"With pleasure, Master."
Justine lead Nicole to the middle of the stage where two large rings were
bolted to the floor about four feet apart. Justine unlocked her wrists from
behind her neck, bent her over at the waist, and then re-locked them into the
rings. She then locked the spreader to the ankle cuffs.
"Now take the chain from the winch and put it on the spreader bar."
Justine was obviously experienced in the usage of this equipment, Nicole
thought, as she went to a trap door in the stage and pushed a button that set an
electric motor in gear, lowering a cable with a steel hook in it to the floor.
When it was lowered enough, Justine put the hook into a hole in the middle of
the bar. "Well Justine, what are you waiting for? You know what to do>"
"Thank You, Master," Justine smiled, as she pushed the button starting the
winch pulling the spreader bar up towards the ceiling. Nicole finally realized
what was going to happen, as the rising bar turned her upside down and began to
stretch her taut between the rings in the floor and the bar. Justine didn't stop
the winch until Nicole was whimpering from the burning in her shoulders and hips
as she hung suspended upside down, with he arms and legs spread wide.
"Now, Justine," her Master spoke, " I think our first concern is that we need
to find a new vase for the roses, since slave Nicole broke the last one. Give me
three roses, please."
"Yes, Master," Justine said, as she picked up three long stems from the floor
and handed them to her husband.
"The rose is truly a beautiful flower, don't you agree Nicole? I mean, it is
such a study in contrasts. Not unlike the relationship between a Master and His
slave. There is the unmatched beauty of the velvety petals and against the
backdrop of the sharp and unforgiving thorns. Like the love of a slave for the
pleasure and the pain.
"Sir Campbell, You are to be applauded for this beauty here. Her cunt is
absolutely flawless. Especially with the hair missing, It makes her pouty little
lips and pink little puckered ass all the more alluring. So, to further all of
this beauty, lets ut these three roses in a new vase." And so saying, He slowly
pushed the three thorny stems into her cunt. She moaned as the thorns first
scratched then cut the delicate lips and then the walls of her vagina.
"Truly beautiful," He said, as He stood back to gaze at his handiwork.
"Justine, I want three more, for this slave has another vase that needs to hold
roses. He placed the ends of the stems against her tightly puckered anus and
said, "What a pretty little bud vase." And he shoved the flowers into her ass
with one frightening thrust.
Nicole screamed, wrenching at the chains as the thorns ripped into her ass.
"Now lets see what kind of durability those two new vases have. Justine, give Me
the rest of the roses." He took the remaining six roses and held them together
in a bunch. "Are you ready, Nicole," He asked?
"As you command," she answered. And he began to flog her cunt and ass with
the thorny stems, tearing at her skin and the inside of her thighs, her cunt
lips and her asshole. Nicole's screams filled the room, as He didn't slow down
or stop until the bundle of stems was broken. She continued to tear at her
restraints, trying to escape the scorching pain that burned in her loins, but to
no avail. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the blows stopped, and through
the tears and sobs that echoed through the Ring, Nicole was able to muster a
weak, "Thank....You.....Master," as she passed out.
"Sir Campbell, a voiced commanded, "Please step to the stage with Me."
Sir Campbell rose from His chair and stepped to the stage. "My friends and
colleagues," Sir Damian continued, "It is time for us to cast our vote as to
whether or not Sir Campbell has proved himself worthy of membership in The Ring.
All in favor of Sir Campbell's becoming a member, send Your slave to the stage.
If You are opposed, keep Your slave with You."
The silence in the room was absolute, as slowly, one slave, Justine stood and
walked to the stage. Then she was followed by another and another, until, at
last, all eleven slaves stood around the unconscious form if Nicole, hanging yet
in her bonds, blood dripping down her body to the floor.
"Well then, it is unanimous. Congratulations are certainly in order, Sir
Michael, would you bestow the honors?"
"Of course," Sir Michael replied as he stepped on the stage carrying a purple
leather box. "Slave Andrea, please hold Nicole still while I pierce her nose
and place the ring."
When He was through, all of the Ring members stepped to the stage to
congratulate Sir Campbell and see the newly placed brass ring in Nicole's
bleeding nose. "Sir Campbell, did You bring someone with You this evening?"
"Yes, Sir Damian, Mistress Ilsa is with Me. You know her."
"Of course, very good. Mistress, we leave our slaves to You to tend to Sir
Campbell's property. Will You see to her care?"
"I would be pleased to, Sir Damian," Ilsa replied, "and may I thank The Ring
for allowing Me to witness this ceremony. It was truly beyond My expectations."
And with that, the twelve members of The Ring left the room to celebrate their
new brother.
"Justine," Ilsa commanded, "unchain Nicole."
"Yes, Mistress, " Justine answered.
When Nicole was lowered to the ground, she gained consciousness for a moment
and recognized Mistress Ilsa's smiling face, as she was wrapped in a blanket and
carried out to Sir Campbell's car.
