CHAPTER EIGHT
"Now that she has accepted the inevitable, I was thinking of taking her over to
the Leisure Club Dad and giving her a workout in the gym for a couple of hours,
what do you think?" William informed his father.
"Excellent suggestion, son," Greg commented. "Although she looks nice and trim,
she may need to go on an exercise regime to improve her stamina for future
tasks. It's good to see that the training you have received at school has been
learned so well and that your practice during the last year has benefited you so
much. Your mother and I have booked an early meal at Lucia's restaurant
tonight, and I have some business to do over at Headquarters, so I will leave
Julie in your hands and you can continue her 'education' in the ways of
Brookdale. If you have any trouble with her just call for the assistance of the
Wardens, who I am sure will be only too happy to deal with any misbehaviour on
her part." With these parting words and a hard slap to Julie's unprotected
bottom, Greg left William in the basement.
William instructed Julia to kneel before him, hands clasped at the back of her
neck, thighs well parted. The position caused Julie's breasts to thrust upwards
and forwards, as if begging to be caressed. "This is the posture you will adopt
whenever I am in the vicinity," he ordered. "You will also repeat the following
offering `Your slave awaits your pleasure, her tits, her cunt and her ass are
for your use.' Now repeat the offering!"
"No.....no...never....I can't say that...please I beg you...!!" cried Julie, her
face distraught and contorted at the depravity of the words.
William simply ignored her entreaties and, taking a grip of her hair in his fist
dragged her back up to her feet. With her screams of pain reverberating in his
ears as she felt her hair being torn out at the roots, Julie's wrists were again
secured to chains.
~Why can't I resist? ~ Julie thought. ~Is it the drugs or am too scared? ~
Before she could focus her mind upon resistance, however, her bracelets were
simply clipped to the chains dangling from the ceiling. Julie felt the pull of
the chains on the hoist as her hands were lifted above her head, but allowing
her feet to remain on the floor, leaving her helpless before any retribution
imposed by William.
"Rebellion in Brookdale comes with severe sanctions, bitch." William's only
words were uttered dripping with menace and he took up the willow cane again. He
then proceeded to lay the hard smooth surface of the cane across Julie's belly,
her stomach muscles tightening as she felt the cool rigid length of terror.
"No...noooooo..please.....no....." screamed Julie, her mind a terrorised mass of
emotions at what she knew was coming. "Pleeeeease not there......I'll do what
you want, I will....I will..."
Ignoring her pathetic cries, William drew back the instrument and, with the full
force of his young frame, lashed it down to slash a wickedly painful cut
bisecting her navel hollow.
"Aaaaiiiiiieeeeeeee." Julie yelled, as she felt the stinging pain of the strike
course through her body, her senses being overwhelmed by the pain in her belly.
With little delay, William then continued to beat the helpless woman's flesh
until the entire surface, from just below her thrusting breasts to about an inch
from her pubic bone, was covered in vivid red welts of torment.
At this point, Julie was on the verge of fainting, or so she thought, but the
efficiency of the drug caused her to remain conscious and thus unable to sink
into a wished for oblivion.
"I will......I will.....do....it please, please no more no more......." begged
Julie.
Julie had wanted to tell him no, but her pain-filled body caused her to
reconsider. She felt her resolve weaken even further as she continued to writhe
under the force of the cane strokes and she also felt a sense of humiliation
grow deep in her being. She had never felt to utterly helpless in her life.
Her voice still cracking from the sobs that wracked her she repeated his words.
"Your slave awaits your pleasure, her tits, her cunt and her ass are for your
use," she sobbed, then the 'hated' word choked out her, "Master."
When William heard Julie's capitulation to his demands, his chest swelled with
pride. This was his first success at mastering a woman, other than the
pre-conditioned seventeen year olds at the school. He felt pride at his
achievement and this was accompanied by a growing confidence at mastering the
twenty-three year old Julie.
William's lust flared as he felt his burgeoning cock grow and he was tempted to
have the woman again, there and then. However, he decided to progress slowly,
gradually forcing Julie to accept the humiliation he intended to pile upon her.
William looked deep into Julie's tear filled eyes, as she hung from the chains
holding her arms aloft. His hand reached out to grasp one of her thrusting
breast globes and caressed the sweet smoothness, before travelling down to feel
the heat emanating from the red stripes of agony marking her lower torso.
"That's better, slave. You will soon learn respect and, if you don't learn quick
enough, there are far worse things than this that can happen," said William as
he heard Julie's repetition of the words. "Now, we will go to the Leisure Club
to explore the amenities in the gym, as I intend to test your stamina."
The fact that Julie would be totally naked in front of all the residents of
Brookdale as she walked with him to the Club, gave William the opportunity to
cause her severe humiliation and for her subjection to him to become public
knowledge.
William released Julie from her bonds, clipping a short leather leash to a ring
on her neck collar and, after allowing her a few minutes respite to recover her
strength; William led Julie from basement and out of the house into the
township.
Julie was still in a state of shock and fear over the events that had just
transpired. Although her 'rational' self rebelled at the lack of humanity in
her treatment, the pain from the whipping reminded her that William was the one
in control. Humiliated, her eyes remained down towards the ground as she was
led about like little more then a dog on an early walk with its owner.
With Julie in tow behind him William walked along the path leading from his home
towards the nearby Leisure Centre, which housed a fully equipped gymnasium.
Just as he was passing the post office where several residents stood chatting,
he spotted a Warden walking towards him. Deciding that it would be interesting
to test Julie, he instructed her that she must adopt the posture that she had
learned in the basement and repeat the same phrases addressed, in this case to
the Warden.
~Oh god why is this happening to me~ Julie agonized as William ordered back into
the position he made her assume in the basement. She could feel her colour rise
in shame and embarrassment and salty tears well in her eyes, as she was ordered
to repeat those horrid words in front of the passers-by.
Looking up into the face of the Warden, Julie's obeyed William's instruction.
"Your slave awaits your pleasure, her tits, her cunt and her ass are for your
use, Master." Her voice cracked as she fought back the tears of humiliation
that slid down her cheeks.
~I hate him~ she screamed mentally to herself ~He is a horrid, horrid man. Oh
god. why did I agree to this?~
The Warden looked down at the kneeling figure of Julie and listened to the words
she uttered offering him the full use of her body. In addition, a couple of
elderly men also heard her offer. "Should the Warden not have time, I am sure
that we can oblige young man." Said one of the older men, laughing to his
companion.
However, the Warden decided that he would take up the opportunity that she
presented, as he was aware that this would also be a sort of humiliation
exercise that her Master was making her undertake.
"Feel free to make use of her." William offered. "She is only some worthless
slut begging on her knees to be used."
The Warden ordered Julie to release his gradually stiffening cock from the
confines of his uniform and, after she had complied with his order, to suck his
shaft between her sweet lips and bring him to a climax, making sure that she
swallowed every drop of his cum.
William stood watching Julie's actions in the knowledge that she was being
humiliated before him and that when he came to enjoy the use of her body again,
she would remember the power he held over her.
Julie felt her stomach churned sickly. She couldn't do this. This was sheer
madness. Her eyes shining with unshed tears; she begged softly, "Please don't
make me do this. Not here."
William became extremely angry at Julie's reluctance to obey his orders
concerning the Warden, and slapped the kneeling woman hard across the face
several times, knocking her head back and forth with the severity of the blows.
"So, the thrashings you have just had still does not appear to have convinced
you, woman," shouted William. "You have one more chance to do as instructed.
Failure will mean that I will need to resort to far more severe punishments to
get you to realise that your feelings count for nothing, you are a simply here
for my pleasure."
The sudden blows to her face caused stars to shoot in Julie's skull and her ears
to ring. Her unshed tears began to flow heavily with each slap. She found
herself cowering back from him, but the grip on the leash prevented her from
avoiding the blows.
"Well done, youngster" came the comment from the older men, who had stopped to
watch the demonstration of Julie's degradation.
Sobbing, Julie took the Warden's turgid member into her mouth. A flush of shame
and humiliation caused her skin to redden some as she began sucking and licking
the Warden's cock. All to aware of the two men and passers-by, she worked at
focusing on her efforts. Closing off her mind to all outside elements she put
herself someplace else. Her previous experiences of oral sex had been done in a
loving and peaceful environment with previous lovers, not in a public street, in
daylight with other people going about their business.
~oh the horror of it.....why...why did she agree to this?~
However, realising that the quicker she brought the Warden to a climax, the
earlier she would be able to rise from her knees, Julie was soon taking the
Warden far into her throat, her tongue caressing the head and probing the small
hole, tasting the forming droplets of precum. Faster and faster her head bobbed
and then the cock in her mouth jerked once or twice. There was a burst of hot,
salty semen shot into her mouth and Julie swallowed it.
Feeling the Warden's cock begin to soften in her mouth, Julie released him and
remained kneeling where she was. Her tears streamed down her cheeks as she felt
a greater shame at herself for the act she had just completed.
A smile of cruel delight appeared upon William's features as he saw the tears
streaming down Julie's cheeks. The fact that one of her earliest acts of a
sexual nature as a slave in Brookdale, had been so public and humiliating for
her, and gave an added zest to William's determination to enjoy her to the full.
"Now slave, you will thank the man for the honour of allowing you to take and
swallow his seed, and make sure that you do it with sincerity so choose your
words carefully, unless you wish to feel the bite of the cane or whip." William
ordered.
Julie shuddered in fear at his words.
~Oh god, I'm actually afraid of this maniac. God I swear if I get out of this
alive, I'll never try to steal again. Please give me strength~ She prayed
silently.
To the Warden she said obediently, her tears renewed by the increased
humiliation of the situation, "Th..this slave thanks you for the honour of being
given your seed. Th..this slave is truly grateful."
William decided that her thanks showed suitable respect to the Warden and, with
a tug on the leash brought Julie from her kneeling position to stand before him.
After her wrists were clipped to her collar, she was forced to follow William as
he walked towards the centre of the complex.
As William entered the Leisure Centre, he noticed that his progress was being
observed by a number of other patrons and some were also accompanied by their
personal slaves. Certain slaves were dressed, but others were in a state of
complete nakedness. However, the collars fitted snugly around their necks
distinguished them as slaves.
One of the guests, a man in his late forties who was sat on a sun bed called to
him.
"Good to see a woman in her true place, naked behind her master," the man
commented. "What else have you planned for her?"
"I'm taking her to the exercise room for a workout," replied William. "I like
to see them sweat as they are put through their paces. Would you like to
watch?"
"I may call in later," replied the guest. William nodded and left the man to
enjoy his own form of entertainment which, at that moment involved his fingers
playing with soft moist lips of one of the Club's naked waitresses. However,
not the pouty lips that concealed her brilliant white teeth, but the lips
guarding the entrance to her cunt, as she stood writhing slightly her legs well
apart, alongside his chair.
Julie was stunned on seeing the various the acts being committed in full public
view but she felt an unwanted moist heat building in her loins, as she watched
the waitress being fondled by the guest. She felt her spirit slowly being
crushed by the degrading way she was being treated. Where once she felt a
raging contempt and hate for William, was replaced by just an overwhelming
desire to escape him. To be as far away from the perversions that he seemed to
delight in.
She quickly dropped her eyes and flushed crimson with embarrassment. There was
a tug on her leash as William continued his walk. Too soul sick to fight him
anymore, she obediently followed his lead.
On arrival at the exercise centre, William inspected the equipment available
that included treadmills, exercise bikes, step machines, cross trainers and
rowing machines all designed to put the body through it's paces or, in the case
of slaves, for agony to be inflicted.
"We'll start with a warm up session, woman," said William. "See those backpacks
over there." He pointed to a stack of small rucksacks in the corner of the gym.
They looked like ordinary rucksacks, but these were special. Each contained a
weight of 50lbs and, in addition to the normal shoulder straps there was a long
thin strap dangling from the bottom of the rucksacks.
"Come here and I will put this on for you." William instructed Julie and he
lifted the rucksack. Julie swallowed but moved obediently towards William, her
only hope was that he would tire soon of tormenting her and release her from the
nightmare.
When Julie had the rucksack on her back, she discovered the use for the thin
strap, which William pulled between her thighs so tightly, that it cut into the
lips of her sex, bisecting them.
"You will now march across the gym, knees raised so that your thighs are
parallel to the floor, back straight in double quick time until I tell you to
stop." William instructed Julie. "If I feel that you are lacking in effort or
you are too slow, then you'll feel this across your hide," he said, waving a
leather riding whip crop about 5 feet long before her eyes.
Julie fought back the urge to cry out as the strap cut into her sex. Even not
moving, it rubbed her clit and was causing a 'different' form of discomfort.
Her humiliation was growing by the seconds. What would this man not do to crush
her spirit? She looked at him, her eyes pleading with him not to make her do
this. She shivered in fear at the riding crop, remembering the feel of the cane
across her backside and her belly earlier. She didn't know if she could take
another lashing or not.
Softly she replied, "Yes Master."
Julie turned and proceeded to do as she was told. The strap between her legs
rubbed against her clit, stimulating it as it cut deep into her sex. She tried
to focus on what she was doing and ignore the overwhelming stimulation, except
she wasn't sure how long she would be able to keep this up before she would
succumb to sensations flooding her body. But she moved back and forth quickly,
hating every moment. The shame and humiliation growing, she found herself
wanting to plead with him to show her some mercy.
William watched as Julie marched away from him across the gym, her back straight
loaded with the 50llbs pack a set of swinging hips and joggling buttocks
beneath. As she came towards him, her breasts swinging and bouncing, he could
see the strain upon her face as she felt the strap cutting into her cunt with
its unwelcome attentions to her clit.
"Let's have those arms swinging to shoulder height from now on," said William.
"You will carry on marching for another 10 minutes and then you may have a
break, woman," William continued. He was well aware that Julie would be feeling
the effects of the rubbing of the leather strap on her cunt, and he watched to
see if she was able to control the onset of an orgasm.
