NICOLE: JOURNEY OF A SLAVE
By Charles E. Campbell
CHAPTER 7
THE COMPETITION
Nicole woke with a start when she realized that she had slept so late. A
quick glance at the bedside clock told her that it was almost noon, far later
than Mistress Ilsa had let her sleep before. She had been living with Mistress
and whore for almost five weeks now, and the routine had become thoroughly
ingrained.
After taking care of her toilet needs, she headed down the stairs. Clothing
was, of course, not allowed, but she had become completely accustomed to her
constant nakedness. She found Mistress and whore in the sunroom. Whore was on
her knees giving Mistress Ilsa a pedicure.
"So, you have finally gotten out of bed, slave, how did you sleep," Mistress
asked?
"Very well, my Lady," came the reply. "Thank You for allowing me the extra
sleep."
"I allowed it because you will need to be rested for tonight. I have been
invited to a party this evening, and I will be bringing you and whore along for
some light fun and games," Mistress announced. "You and whore may spend the day
however you wish, but I want you both properly prepared and made-up for Me by
8:00 tonight. We will be attending a twenty-fifth wedding anniversary party at
Hillside Country Club. I intend to show you off fully tonight, being that it is
such an elite and exclusive club. Neither you nor whore will wear any clothing
whatsoever. You must wear your slave collar, of course, and I will leave the
choice of rings in your piercings to you. Any question that you wish to ask I
will address this evening when we are ready to leave. No, go and get yourself
something to eat, and then you may come back and worship Me with your tongue.'
Nicole was sunbathing on the roof of Mistress' townhouse late in the
afternoon, whiling the time away, when whore came out on the roof to join her.
"We should start to get ready for the evening soon, Nicole," whore said. "I
don't know what She had in mind for us, but I haven't seen Her this excited in
quite some time."
"Have you ever been to this club before," Nicole asked?
"No, I haven't," came the reply, " but I do know that it is a very private
one, members only, and that only the very rich can afford a party there."
Nicole gathered her things and went back into the house with whore to prepare
for the night. There was much to be done. Each slave took turns giving the other
a manicure and pedicure. They shave each other's leg's underarms, and pubis, and
Nicole shaved whore's head. Mistress did not own Nicole, so she was not required
to be shaven clean from head to foot, only from the underarms down. Nicole
selected rings for her nipples, nether lips, and clitoris, and whore inserted
them for her. Then whore made her selections and Nicole reciprocated in fashion.
They powdered each other and perfumed each other. The final task was for whore
to brush out Nicole's beautiful long black hair. Just as they were completing
their preparation, Mistress Ilsa's voice sounded on the intercom, "I forgot to
mention that you are both to wear black spike heels, handcuffs, and leg irons."
"Yes, Mistress," the two slaves replied as one, as whore went to the closet
to fetch the required articles.
Nicole sat patiently as whore fastened the leg irons to her ankles. The
fourteen- inch length of chain hobbled Nicole quite effectively. Then Nicole put
the irons on whore's ankles. Nicole was amazed at how restricted her movement
was in the shackles. "I'm really afraid that I will trip in these, whore>"
"She makes us wear them not so much for the people She is showing us off to,
as She does it for us. They are a heavy and constant reminder of our place. You
must always remember that you are wearing them, or you will trip, and therefore,
you will remember why you are wearing them, and that is what Mistress wants.
Now, take your handcuffs and fasten them behind your back."
"How will I be able to put on my coat?"
"Don't be ridiculous, we aren't going to be wearing coats, or anything else,
for that matter."
"You mean we'll be out in public like this?
"Of course that's what I mean! Don't tell me it bothers you?"
"But, suppose I am seen by someone I know?"
"You mean someone you knew. You're a slave now, a possession, nothing more.
Don't put on any airs of modesty tonight, Mistress won't tolerate it. You'll get
used to being on display, and eventually even feel pride in being so. The women
at the party will view us with disdain and disgust, but that's only because they
know that their husbands would love to have them look like us and do the things
we'll be doing. I actually enjoy offending those stuck-up bitches! I am very
proud and confident of my place. I have earned the title of 'slave', and I see
it as an honor. I have no pretenses of myself. I am slave whore, and I belong to
Mistress Ilsa, that is all."
Slowly, and deliberately, Nicole and whore descended the staircase that led
into the foyer. Once there, they only had to wait for a brief moment before
Mistress Ilsa appeared. She was dressed from head to toe in a skin tight black
leather outfit. The corset was form fitting and lifted Her ample breasts up and
out, exposing them right to the nipple, and leaving Her midriff bare. The pants
were cut low on the hip and tapered right to Her ankle. She wore stiletto heels
and had a cat'o'nine tails hanging from Her belt. In Her hand, She held a dog
leash that had a single handle, but was for two dogs. "Ah," Mistress remarked,"
My two little slut slaves look very attractive tonight. I'm really looking
forward to this evening's activities, I hope you both are as well."
"Oh yes, Mistress," they chimed together.
"I'm going to tell you both part of what you may expect from the evening, as
I want the bulk of it to be spontaneous on your part. We are going to attend a
twenty-fifth wedding anniversary party, and the two of you will provide some
after dinner entertainment. Suffice it to say, I am going to stage a little
competition between the two of you for the benefit of the guests. I should also
tell you that there will be a winner and a loser. The winner will be justly
rewarded, and the loser will be punished. Basically, all you need to do is
follow My directions and be yourselves." And saying this, Mistress fastened the
dog leash to the rings in the two girl's clits. With a sharp snap of the leash,
the two slaves hobbled out the door and down the steps to the street and the
waiting car, ignoring the gasps and stares from the people on the sidewalk.
After a ninety minute drive that took them out of Manhattan, they found
themselves in Fairfield, Connecticut, driving past large estates where the
houses were so far back from the road that they couldn't be seen. Finally, the
car pulled into the long drive that wound up the hill to the Hillside Country
Club. A valet opened the car door and Mistress stepped out, with the leash and
her two slaves in tow. A pair of young debutantes was passing bay from the
tennis courts as Nicole and whore got out of the car. The awestruck debs
dropped their tennis rackets and stood gaping at the naked women. Mistress
turned to them, and said, "If you would like, I could train you both to be like
this." In shock, they sprang away, leaving their rackets on the ground. "Let's
go, slaves," Mistress spoke, as she tugged on the leash.
Mistress seemed to pick a path that wound around the most populated sections
of the club. whore held herself tall, doing her best to pull her shoulders back
and thrust her breasts forward. Nicole, on the other hand, had all she could do
just to keep from falling in the leg irons and heels, and looked far less
confident and self-assured. As they rounded the pool, Nicole could see a tent
out on a great lawn, where many couples were dancing to a small band. Mistress
pulled them out onto the lawn.
When they reached the gathering of people, the band abruptly stopped playing
and all of the couples turned to see what was going on. Mistress lead them up
to the coupled being feted, and said, "Tom and Elaine, congratulations on your
anniversary. These are two od My slaves, whore and Nicole. whore and Nicole,
this is Tome and Elaine O'Shea, two very dear friends of mine. Nicole looked up
in a panic when she heard the name Elaine O'Shea, because they had been
neighbors growing up. In fact, Nicole was not quite a teenager when she attended
their wedding back home. By the expression on Elaine's face, Nicole knew she had
been recognized. Her face blushed crimson at the thought of Elaine telling her
parents of her condition.
"Ilsa, get Yourself and Your slaves something to eat and drink. You have some
time yet before we have the competition."
"Why thank you, Tom. Would you like my girls to avail themselves to any of
your guests?"
"That is too generous of You, Ilsa, I'm sure some of our guests would enjoy a
bit of attention." And then in a lod commanding voice Tom announced, "Attention
everyone, Mistress Ilsa has offered her two friends to you for your enjoyment in
any manner you wish. The competition will begin in an hour or so, so please
don't be shy about putting them to good use. Elaine, would you like to have
first choice?"
"Yes, Tom, I believe I would. Slave Nicole, come with me!" And saying that,
Elaine took the leash out of Nicole's clitoris ring, and Nicole followed her
into a cabana.
"Nicole Hastings," Elaine asked as she shut the cabana door?"
"Yes, Elaine," she whimpered, shaking visibly at the realization of what was
happening. "Please, I beg you, don't tell my parents. They have no idea what I
have been doing. I'm sure this would kill my father!"
"Have no fear, little one, your secret is safe with me. My husband is a very
wealthy man, and every dime was made in pornography. Do you think my parents
know? They thought I was marrying a commercial artist, not a smut peddler. I
must say, however, that I am intrigued at this transition in you. You were such
a prissy little 'prim and proper' little girl. How did Ilsa get a hold of you?"
"My Master has lent me to Her. She has been training me and marking my breast
with these scars for Him."
"What have you been trained in?"
"I have been told that oral sex is my strongest area of training. Mistress
has taught me many different techniques."
"Well the, cunt, get on your knees and eat me! Oh, you'll have to remove the
tampon, my period began this morning."
"Yes, Ma'am," Nicole replied, as she knelt before the woman and lifted her
dress.
After only three minutes, Elaine let out with a loud moan as a shudder
coursed through her from head to foot. "Whew, that was certainly the best head
I've had, and believe me, many of the startlets who have been in Tom's films
have given me a good lapping, but not like that one! Come, Nicole, time to get
back to the party."
When the two women reached the tent, they saw whore on her hands and knees,
eating out a woman, while her husband fucked her in the ass. "Ilsa," Elaine
called, " I believe we have two excellent competitors for our games tonight. Do
You have the events maped out?"
"Why of course, Elaine. I have six events planned in which My slaves can
prove themselves, and one extra one in case we need a tie-breaker. Have you
arranged for a prize for the winner, and a consequence for the loser?"
"Yes, Ilsa, I think I've come up with appropriate ideas," Elaine responded.
"Fine, then if your guests are ready, let's let the game begin!" And saying
this, Ilsa grabbed whore by the ring in her collar and tugged her over to where
Nicole was standing. "Kneel," She commanded! And both of the slaves knelt in the
proscribed fashion; backs straight, heads bowed, eyes closed, and knees apart.
"Slave whore and slave Nicole, I am now going to explain what we will be
doing. We are about to have a little slave competition, a slave 'Olympics', if
you will. There are six events, and both of you will have a chance to score
points in each event. If one of you begs for mercy before the vent ends, the
other slave is awarded the point. But, if you can last throughout the event
without calling for mercy, you will receive the point. The slave with the most
points at the end receives a prize, and the slave with the least points, will be
punished. Do you have any questions?"
"No, Mistress," the girls intoned as one.
"Fine, then the games will now begin!."
"Slave Nicole, take whore's left breast into your mount, and suck on the
areola and nipple hard. Now, bite down on it with your teeth. If you can get her
to beg for mercy before you taste blood, then you get the point. You may begin."
Nicole sucked the nipple and areola deep into her mouth and lightly tongued
it to make it harden. The she began to bite down on it with her front teeth.
whore began to moan as the pressure of the teeth increased.
"Harder, Nicole,' Mistress encouraged. And whore's moans began to turn into a
scream. Nicole bit down even harder, until she feared she might bite the nipple
in two, until, all at once, she cut the nipple, and tasted blood. Nicole
immediately stopped biting, and released the nipple from her mouth. Blood was
starting to flow from the cuts in whore's nipple as Mistress announced," She
drew blood. This event goes to slave whore. Time for the second event, slave
Nicole, I want you to stand and spread your legs apart. Wider....wider. That's
good, now, bend over and grab your ankles. Whore take one of the candles off a
table and bring it back here.
"Yes, Mistress," whore replied, as she walked over and took a lit candle out
of an ornate candle holder. Ilsa said, "now, you are to hold the candle on the
ground underneath her cunt. In this event, you are to slowly raise the candle up
into her cunt or asshole, your choice. If you snuff the candle out in either
place before she begs for mercy, it is Nicole's point. You also must keep the
candle moving, no holding it still, or she gets the point. Am I clear?"
"Yes, Mistress, I understand."
"Good. Raise the candle."
Nicole could feel the heat from the candle whore was holding beneath her
crotch. At first, she wasn't able to discern any change in it's position, but
then, she began to squirm a bit as she felt the flame begin to lick at the
tender skin of her two holes. She gritted her teeth against the steadily
increasing pain. A moan began uncontrollably, and before she was aware of it,
she was screaming and begging whore for mercy.
"The second event goes to slave whore, making it two to nothing in whore's
favor," Ilsa proclaimed. "you did fairly well in that event, Nicole. Another
five inches and the candle would have been snuffed out. You do have a few nasty
looking blisters. I guess you won't be tempted to play with yourself for a
while.
"Alright, My pretties, event number three!. Nicole, take three of those long
stemmed roses out of the vase on the serving table. You are going to deliver
five strokes to whore's left breast, and just the left breast. Whore, you will
count the blows aloud as you receive them, thanking Nicole after each. If you
miscount, Nicole gets a bonus point, and she will start again. If whore screams
at anytime before the fifth blow is delivered, the event goes to Nicole."
Nicole approached whore with the thorny stems trying to position herself in
such a way as to allow her full access at her target. Her arm flew through the
air as the thorns slashed across whore's helpless breast, ripping the flesh and
bringing instant bleeding. Whore bit her lip and hissed, "One, thank you
Nicole." Nicole stood back a bit, and without a moment's hesitation, brought the
sharp barbs tearing through the tender skin with two vicious cuts.
Even with all of her stamina and training, the shock was more than whore
could bear, as a scream cut through the night air.
"Well, Nicole finally gets on the board, since whore couldn't control her
screams, so the score is now whore two and Nicole one. Time for the fourth
event. Nicole, lay on your back and spread your legs. Whore, this event is
simple. Put your face in Nicole's cunt and suck one of the labia into your
mouth. Bite down on it slowly. If you draw blood before she begs for mercy, it
is her point. Begin."
Nicole instantly felt the sharp bite of whore's teeth on the distended lip.
She dug her finger nails into her palms and gritted her teeth in determination
not to beg for mercy. "Bite harder whore. Harder.....harder!"
"All of a sudden, whore stopped and pulled her blood covered face away,
announcing, "I taste blood, Mistress."
Looking down at the ravaged sax, Ilsa decreed, "Yes, she is cut and bleeding,
but she didn't beg for mercy, so we now have a tie, with two events remaining.
Time for a little break in the games. Both of you stand up! Whore, put your
fingers in Nicole's cunt. Masturbate her for Me. I want to hear her cum. You
have fifteen seconds to make her come, or she'll get another bonus point."
Try as she may, Nicole could not resist the well trained touch of whore's
fingers, and she moaned out as she climaxed after only nine seconds.
"I see you haven't lost your touch, whore. Nicole, lick her fingers clean.
"Now Nicole, put your fingers in slave whore's cunt. Start to play with her,
but pay attention and watch carefully. whore, you may not cum until I say so,
and then you are to cum at that time, or not at all. Rub her harder, Nicole.
Faster...faster...now harder. Whore, don't cum, not yet.
Faster......faster......harder......not yet whore. Remember, it is I who gives
you the gifts of pain and pleasure, when it pleases Me to give them. Harder,
Nicole....harder. Alright whore, cum for Me!"
A violent shudder took over the girl's body as she spasmed and shook, crying
out at the intensity of her climax. "Clean her fingers, whore. Let this be a
learning experience for you, Nicole. I control My slaves totally, their every
need, including pain and pleasure. You both may thank Me for My generosity in
allowing you the privilege of cumming in front of these people."
"Thank You, Mistress," the girls chanted.
"Time to get back to the games, slaves. It's tied at two points each, and
there are two events left. We might need a tie-breaker. Your turn, Nicole. Take
this piece of string and put a slip knot in it." Ilsa waited as the slave did
Her bidding. "That's good, now slip it over her left breast and pull it tight.
That's it. Alright, all you have to do is keep pulling the string tighter until
she either moves her feet, in which case the point is yours, or the string
breaks, and the point goes to whore. You may begin.
"Come on, Nicole, pull it harder....more....more, she's losing her balance."
Nicole tried to keep the tension even, but just when she thought whore would
have to move, the cord snapped. "That's three to two, whore leads. The pressure
is on you now, Nicole. Either you win this last event and force a tie-breaker,
or the games go to whore.
"whore, take this metal dog leash and clip it to the two rings in Nicole's
labia". Nicole spread her legs to make it easier for whore to see the rings, as
Mistress ordered. "Okay whore, all you have to do in this event is pull on the
leash until you tear the rings out of her cunt, or she begs for mercy. Please
begin."
Nicole felt the pain increase as whore began to pull on the leash. She looked
down to see the delicate lips stretched over five inches. The pain burned as the
stainless steel began to stretch the piercings. "Please," she cried out, "I beg
you to stop."
"Ladies and gentlemen, Ilsa proclaimed, "we have a winner. slave whore had
beaten slave Nicole by a score of four to two. Would all of the men gather
around Nicole please.
"Nicole, please kneel here on the ground, as the men jerk off on your face.
Whore, you will lick the cum as your treat for being victorious!"
