Lord Dagmar’s EstateChapter 1

Dress appropriately. That’s what the letter had said. It wasn’t a letter you ignored either. The calligraphic script and the weight of the paper showed you it meant business. No exclamation mark or other intonation was necessary; the whole thing reeked of old school, old money, old power. That was not to say the age behind the power lessened it, it was still as strong today as it had always been, strong, stable and unmovable. A relentless force driving the world.

Laura refolded and put down the letter. She needed time to think this through. She was being offered an invitation to the estate of Sir Dagmar, located somewhere deep in the southern forests of Germany, a literal princedom with over 10,000 acres of land bordered by mountains and a very tight control on the few entrances and exits.

She had first heard of the place just a few weeks ago. It had started appearing in the credits of some of the bondage movies Laura had taken to downloading. Bondage was a fairly new craving, but one she was feeling a stronger and stronger pull to. At first it was merely strong enough for her to go onto a few websites and find out a bit more for herself. As her interest grew she found the chat rooms, chatted, listened and learned more about the rapidly enticing world. She was still unsure whether she was more submissive or dominant but had recently chatted to a lady who called herself a Switch. She had professed that it was better to have some of both in you to really enjoy either role. Being in a submissive role as a domme was often more exciting because you had travelled father in the scale than someone who always submitted and the loss of control was more pronounced making the experience even more pronounced. She had admitted that while she could never give up being a domme, one of her greatest fantasies was for her slaves to turn on her en-mass, tie her down and abuse her in some of the more wicked ways she had them.

Laura was not a shy girl just not that experienced. She had had boyfriends before, but her tall frame and naturally blond hair only seemed to attract men that were full of themselves. Many of them had then not lasted long when they realised there was a fast thinking brain and a sly wit hidden under the stunning exterior. In fact she had just about given up on finding a good man that was not too shy to ask her out and so had started to look the other way as well. A kiss in a nightclub with a gorgeous brunette who had smiled knowingly and then disappeared in the crowds was as far as she had gotten there. Unfortunately, what with finding her new bondage passion and thinking more and more about the pleasure it brought her mind began to wander when she did keep it under control. She found herself frequently gazing at her flat mate. A childhood friend of twenty years or more.  Unfortunately she had shown no such leanings towards reciprocation.  She had however learned of Laura’s new fetish and seemed to bear no ill feeling towards it, which was a great relief for Laura when she was discovered handcuffed to a chair wearing nothing but a yellow thong that was holding a bullet vibe against her clit with bondage movies playing on her computer monitor. Of course she had undone the cuffs as quickly as possible and given Laura a dressing gown, which Laura, even through her deep shade of embarrassment was more than a little disappointed about her flat mate. Eventually a discussion had ensued and Rebecca had said that she had guessed Laura had been up to something for some time, and although it was not for her, she had heard people had gotten themselves into fixes and told Laura that she would help her friend by being a safety backup.

This was still a few weeks before the letter had come. Laura tried to think back to where she had first seen the name appear, but it had come up on so many sites now and was discussed in lots of the forums that it was hard to pin point the source. It had gotten everyone in the Bondage community excited though. Many websites published the theories of what went on in the Lords estate but there was no official site or contact. It looked like the Lord was happy to let rumour spread the word of his existence and what went on there. The prevailing theories were that once every five, ten or fifty years, depending on who you listened to, the Lord invited a selection of women (again the numbers varied wildly) to the estates. After that the rumours only got wilder. Permanent enslavement under the Lord living a life of bondage on his estate, bondage experiments or a competition. Certain people had come back again, but none of them would ever speak of what had gone on there, it was rumoured that few were allowed to keep more than a fuzzy recollection.

The day before the letter had appeared on the doormat Laura had tried her first bondage experiment utilising Rebecca’s help for the release part. Before she had always had to use cuffs that she could release herself or not completely restrain herself. This time was going to be different. Laura had outlined her plan and given Rebecca the keys to her cuffs and asked her to release her when she got home. Rebecca had agreed but looked a little nervous about the whole affair.

Laura knew that Rebecca’s bus home was almost never late and Rebecca would get a taxi if not, so an hour before she was home, Laura stepped out of the shower and prepared herself.

After towelling off she put on a pair of white bikini bottoms with a pattern of fake diamonds over the crotch, arranged in the shape of a flower. She had chosen the swimwear because it was nice and tight, it clung to her hips like a glove and was stretchy enough to perform its other duties. She was not entirely sure why she had chosen the colour, the white looked good against her tanned skin, but as this was her first time in what she thought of as ‘real’ bondage she thought it was appropriate.

She selected a Glossy pink lipstick and applied it, making her lips appear even fuller. Then she went over to her bed. Kneeling down she pulled out the bag of things she had bought from a sex shop the day before. She emptied it on the bed and first picked up a blue ball gag. Placing it between her bright pink lips she did up the strap tightly behind her head, letting the pony tail of hair flop over it. As she stood up she caught herself in the full length mirror on the opposite wall. The ball gag parting her bright pink and full lips looked incredibly erotic, and her labia was swelling against the taught fabric of the bikini bottoms causing severe camel toe.

Resisting the urge to rub herself to orgasm right then she sat on the bed, facing the foot. Taking two pieces of soft rope she tied each ankle tightly to the large wooden knobs at each corner of the bottom end of the bed, leaving a few inches slack between the ankle and knob. Then she put on a pair of wide padded leather cuffs. They fitted like a belt, you pushed a looped stud though a hole then a padlock through this would keep it on. Putting the cuffs on she left the padlocks open for the next stage.

She looped two short lengths of chain around the knobs at the head of the bed, using two more padlocks to secure them. Next came her pierce de resistance. A large rampant rabbit, made from a semi transparent blue plastic. She pulled aside her bikini bottoms and slowly pushed it all the way into her, feeling it fill her up and the bumps around the last inch slip against her sensitive flesh. When it was all the way in with the clitoris ears firmly in place, she let her bikini bottoms back across so they held it firmly in her. The rabbit was controlled from a small box attached to the vibrator by a short wire. Taking some cling-film she taped it to her upper leg then tore a hole so the control knob could be turned.

She paused for a second, her legs apart, feeling the vibrator wedged in her. Then drawing in a deep breath she leant back and padlocked her left cuff closed onto the chain around the knob at the right hand side of the head of the bed. She was not able to reach from one end of the bed to the other when spread out like this so a few inches of chain were left which she grasped in anticipation.

One more deep breath and then she reached down with her remaining free hand and twisted the control knob. It went from zero all the way up to ten. Laura twisted it around to about seven and after a heartbeats delay the vibrator leapt to life inside of her. She immediately wanted to put her hand on her crotch, to control the buzzing intruder there, but quickly, before she could back out she reached up and snapped the last padlock home onto the waiting chain.

Time seemed to stop for a moment; she was trapped, no safe release cuff or key next to her. She was here until Rebecca released her. After the initial wave of adrenaline passed she became more and more aware of the buzzing in her pussy and on her clit. Experimentally she tried shifting around. She found she could turn sideways a little and arch her back a bit, but other than that all bets were off. As the twisted the vibrator shifted in her, but the tight stretchy swimwear always pushed it right back in. She could feel the warm tingling growing in her crotch, she knew once it had grown enough it would explode and shoot through her. Already she was breathing harder and her hips rocked of their own accord, nursing the growing sensations. After about seven or eight minutes she came, letting a long hard moan out into the gag as she arched and tensed. The orgasm flowed through her warming her throughout and tingling from head to foot. As she settled from the climax and came back to reality she realised the buzzing machine was still in her. Except now she was more open and the vibrator was being pushed deeper into her.

Laura struggles against the invading presence but only succeeded in working it in more, every time she pushed it out a little the elasticised fabric would push it back into her opened pussy. Within minutes the vibrator had worked its magic on her sensitised pussy and she was hit by another orgasm, struggling as she had been though she had not full comprehended it was coming and it was more a wail than a moan that escaped from behind the gag as her body bucked out of her control.

Regaining her senses after the more powerful orgasm she knew that she had to relax and ride it out. She had left vibrators in her before, but was always able to take them out when she wanted. Now the loss of that option was making her even more sensitive to its ministrations. Even laying as still as possible she was unable to stop her hips rocking in time with the waves of pleasure being generated in her pussy. She felt the orgasm growing again and tried to hold it off for as long as possible, but it was like trying to hold back the sea, and when it crashed over her, her attempts at holding it back had only succeeded in building it up more. She twisted and thrashed in her bonds as the pleasure overtook her again, gripping onto the chain holding her wrists in place.

Several orgasms later, covered in sweat and with her energies spent Laura had submitted to the merciless toy and just let the orgasms wash over her, moaning feebly as they did. Through the haze that was her frazzled state of mind she heard or at least sensed someone nearby. At last, she thought escape from this thing, and looking over she could see Rebecca coming through the door. Everything seemed t be happening slower than it should, except for the next orgasm Laura could feel building within her. God hurry up she thought as Rebecca came across the room, or I’m going to cum right in front of you. Her mind was not going to let her off easily though. It was noticing the way her flatmates tight jeans and jumper clung to her, outlining her hips and DD breasts. As she came over and knelt by the bed Laura was too far gone to be able to hear if she had said anything, she was entranced by the full red lips on her friend, imagining them swallowing up her exposed nipples. Her breasts were even aching at the thought and her nipples sticking straight up and erect. She saw a hand pass her tunnelled vision and a moment later the vibrator seemed to go wild. Laura’s eyes went wide and unfocused as her back arched and the orgasm that had been building ripped into her. A long way away she thought she heard Rebecca purr “Now that’s more like it”. O god she was Cumming right in front of her friend and flat mate. The huge orgasm and this fact meant that when the second climax hit her almost straight away she screamed into the gag, cumming so hard she squirted, fluid forcing its way out around the vibrator and soaking her thighs. She squirted so hard that it actually forced the vibrator out some of the way. However, this only meant that it returned with a thump causing more of the pleasure/pain mix tormenting Laura. When she regained enough awareness to look around again the door was closed and Rebecca no where to be seen.

As the vibrator continued its mad dance inside of her Laura thrashed and moaned, screaming when she had the energy, praying for the damn thing to break. After what seemed like an eternity Rebecca finally came rushing in through the door, only this time she was wearing a coat, dripping wet with the rain that had been pattering against the windows all day. She quickly released the cuffs, and Laura who was almost too spent to move struggled to pull the bikini aside and finally eject the cursed vibe from her. To exhausted to do anything else she collapsed on the bed again with her legs still tied, Rebecca just standing there.

Several seconds passed in blissful silence and stillness, then Laura could hear Rebecca.

“Um, are you OK? I mean, Um, do you need any help?” Laura looked over at Rebecca, unable to reply coherently because of the gag filling her mouth, it was then she realised that she had drooled excessively with it running down her face and chin, dripping on the bed. Laura was aware of her friend standing there somewhat uncomfortably looking, trying to decide if her friend needed help. With effort Laura released her gag, and although her jaw ached and she did not seem to have complete control over her tongue she managed to utter

“I’m fine, I just need a few minutes to rest.”

Rebecca looking somewhat relived retreated from the room.

After a few minutes Laura found that she had recovered somewhat and was able to undo the rope binding her ankles. A few minute more and she had had a few sips of water and was sitting on the edge of the bed going over her experience. It had been mind blowing for sure, and she knew at times she had been slipping in and out of reality. The appearance and disappearance of Rebecca puzzled her. It had seemed like she had come in to tease her and turn up the vibrator even more. Laura wasn’t sure though, she had been quite out of it and was not entirely sure what her own mind had made up, she wasn’t even sure of the exact setting when she turned on the toy and anyway when she came in and released her it was evident that she had only just come in. It must have been her addled brain fantasising. All in all she concluded it was an amazing experience and she could still feel the buzz throughout her, not unlike a good workout session. She would be definitely trying more like it again.

With a smile she stood and looked at herself in the mirror again. Her lipstick had staid and her camel toe was still very much in evidence, but her hair was matted and the bikini bottoms were soaked with her juices and through her struggles they had ridden up into her ass creating an impromptu thong. She pushed down the twisted and damp bottoms down and stepped out of them, her trimmed line of pubic hair was plastered to her skin and her pussy was red and tender looking. Time for a bath she thought.

Rebecca had not said anything about the experience that evening and Laura decided not to press it and give it a while before she asked her friend to help her in her experiments again. Laura was worried that she would push her too far in her own lust to experiment and loose a friendship and a very handy release mechanism.

All this thinking had been shelved the next day when the letter had arrived. It did not come with the normal post and it was delivered just while Laura was in on her own. No post mark or address, just her full name in the same ornate script that had been used throughout. She had been selected to come to the Lords estate, details of her travel arrangements were included. Holding it made her shake. She knew she had to go, she couldn’t refuse it. God knew what would be waiting for her or what would happen to her, but she had to find out. Just one conumdrum remained…

What to wear?

What to wear?

It had been a long drawn out decision, but finally she was there. The problem was you couldn’t approach it in any easy way; there was no specific starting point if you really wanted to get it right. A lot of people said that you should start with the underwear and build up on that, which was fine if you then wanted to restrict your choice of what you wore over it. Of course some said that what you wore over the top did not matter as it was what was underneath that would count, but Laura found that approach a little too coarse. She thought that both should complement, that underwear, especially expensive sexy underwear was meant to be seen, not all at once, but a lacy strap or edge of trim should complement the outfit and tantalise. Of course this was not as easy as some other methods, it had taken her two shopping trips and countless hours of trying combinations, but she had persevered. Now she stood in front of the mirror, inspecting the results and smiled.

People always thought it was great to be blond, somehow they thought it immediately conveyed a sense of prettiness of immediate sexiness, but it was a pain when trying to find an outfit. Laura had eventually gone for a midnight blue mini-dress, coming down halfway to her knees. She knew this set off her hair well, which she had just spent the best part of an hour straightening. She wore no bra as there was no way to conceal it behind the open back of the dress that was held together by a loose criss cross of lace, but that was ok as her 32 C’s were pert enough to sit proudly in the tight confines of the material. Under the dress she had pulled on a dark red thong, frilly and sexy, not so small as to turn into floss, but enough to perfectly frame the paler skin of her navel and ass, and high enough in the leg to extenuate her already long thighs. Next came a pair of Hold-Ups, She had thought about stockings, but had decided that hold ups were the way for this outfit. A pattern of deep brown diamonds adorned them letting the lighter tone of her skin show though between them, ending in wide strips of the same dark brown again with the lacy tops she adored.

The hardest part as always was the shoes, initially she thought some sandals, but then she did not want to wear the hold ups with them. Other high heels had followed reds and greens. But eventually she had come upon some black boots. A three inch chunky heel gave her a good boost, while still giving her confidence that she could walk some way without doing herself a mischief in them. The leather gripped her slender legs perfectly, and was still supple enough to give her flexibility. They were tapered to a point but ended at a blunt nose which Laura preferred as she did not want to have the pointy toes of a wicked witch. The final selling point was that they were lace up, down each side with a double buckle at the top, just below her knees.

No rings, but red nails to match the thong and a thin and delicate silver chain bracelet for her wrist were the only jewellery she wore. Then she sat down and took her time applying her makeup, she knew you did not need much and it was better to accentuate than to go for a wild clash of colours. So after careful application of mascara and eye shadow she finally put on a lipstick, again the deep red colour of her underwear. Standing up she knew she was ready and just had to wait.

The letter had specified a taxi cab would come and wait outside her house to take her to the airport, where, a ticket was awaiting her collection to fly her to Germany. No other details followed and Laura supposed she would find out when she got there what she was to do next.

Finally the taxi arrived. It was a local firm and probably had no idea of the part it played. Laura grabbed a small black handbag and her wheel-able luggage and left the house. She had left a note for Rebecca saying she had gone on a last minute holiday and not to worry. She had not dared tell her where she was really going, the letter had expressly forbid it. Stepping out the door, she pulled it closed behind her. The morning air was surprisingly warm for an April day.  The cab driver was friendly enough and helped her with the luggage, placing it in a large boot. He chatted on and off on the journey to the airport and wished her a pleasant trip. The last Laura saw of him was as he pulled away from the drop off point. Was that a knowing glint in his eye? Laura shrugged it off, she doubted he had any idea where she was headed. It was probably more the provocative way that she was dressed she guessed.

This was more than evident when she stood in the check in queue with the other passengers, feeling just a little out of place with most other people in more comfortable travelling clothes and the occasional business suit. She caught several leery eyes on her as she proceeded down the queue and more than a few scornful looks from other women, as if how dare she be dressed up in this place. Part of her felt very exposed and a little embarrassed, but under that she was smiling inside; to give them cause for scorn she knew she was making them jealous.  At the counter there was a surprise waiting for her. After checking her identity and booking in her meagre luggage, the clerk handed her a ticket, for first class. Laura enjoyed the scornful looks even more as she walked off and into to the first class lounge.

On board the aircraft she settled into her first class seat. The compartment was less than half full, the seat next to her was vacant and across the isle was a solitary man in a business suit. Already he had his laptop out and earphones jammed on his head as he hammered away at some report. Laura felt very secluded and safe. The thing that she noticed the most was the lack of noise, no screaming kids or shouting parents and plenty of padding to block out all but a subdued hum from the engines. For a minute she felt embarrassed for all the people crammed in behind her, but that was soon forgotten after her first glass of champagne offered by a stewardess.

The luxurious flight ended all too soon and as she was let off the plane first and had her baggage found for her Laura realised that she did not know what to do next. The letter only went up to the airport and had said nothing of what was to happen at the other end. Now all she knew was that she was at Stuttgart Airport with no return ticket and no arrangements. With trepidation she walked out through departures hoping for some kind of clue.  Fortunately a big clue was standing there. A huge gorilla of a man, with a thick bushy moustache and large dark glasses covering most of his face. He looked like a bouncer, wearing an ill fitting suit and chauffeurs hat and looming over people around him.  He was holding a laminated placard with her surname on it, and after confirming her first name he led her to a black limousine. He took her luggage and silently held the door for her. As they set off Laura glanced out the back window and saw another, identical limo waiting a few cars behind. She might not be the only one heading to his Lordships Estate today then. Before she could see if anyone else was going to that car her limo had swept away and out of the airport.

The driver sat statically and silently, partitioned off from her by a wall, she could only see him through a glass screen that allowed her to see the road ahead as well. There did not seem to be any way of communicating with him so Laura sat back and enjoyed the ride. The car hardly made a sound and absorbed every imperfection of the road giving her the impression it was gliding a few inches from the ground. Turning her attention to the window Laura inspected the world outside. It was a grey, overcast day. It hadn’t seemed cold at the airport though and with the climate control of the car she could not tell what it was really like, but it felt as if it should be close. In a way it was slightly disturbing, like there was no life in the landscape, trees had still bloomed, crops in the field were ready for harvest, but the whole area had a dark broody feel to it. No wind stirred the trees and even though it was mid day, it seemed like a kind of twilight after the brilliant sunshine she had seen from above the clouds. All in all, it was the perfect setting to make someone feel very apprehensive, and Laura could feel it working on her.

Eventually the limo pulled up outside an old railway station in a small Bavarian village. The building was as imposing and grey as the rest of the countryside Laura had past through. Looking as impregnable as a fortress with its small, frosted windows looking out to the road. The driver had come round and opened the door for Laura, then still without speaking, retrieved her luggage from the boot. Without as much as a casual glance he then returned to the driver’s seat and pulled away. Laura guessed she had better go into the gloomy station. Only a single turnstile entrance led into a corridor so Laura set off down here.

Around a bend and halfway down the narrow corridor was a check in booth set into the wall with a wooden gate to block progress past it. At the desk was a severe looking woman, with the short cropped hair or military personal and shoulders that looked like they pumped a few hundred pounds a day. Speaking in a heavily accented English she checked her name and passport then told Laura to deposit her luggage. For a moment Laura wondered how se was meant to pass it through the small gap below the safety glass left for tickets, but she caught herself as she noticed a hatch also built into the stone wall of the corridor. Pulling it open with the handle she dropped the small case in and let it rock back into the office. The pit-bull behind the desk disappeared from view momentarily as she retrieved the bag then reappeared, arms crossed waiting. Laura assuming she was done turned to carry on through, but the gate would not budge. The pit-bull coughed a deep gravely cough and pointed at her handbag.

“Don’t worry, I’ll carry this on.” Laura said.

“No”, was the guttural reply. “All luggage in here”.

The stabbing motion she made with her large hands left no room for doubt, if Laura wanted in, she was going to have to comply with the rules. If she handed over her bag with her passport and purse she would be giving her last easy way home, she doubted she would be allowed back past the barrier once she was in.

Behind the counter the pit-bull crossed her arms and grunted in impatience. Laura was rooted, what to do? Even as she was thinking about how it would leave her helpless and a long way from home she realised in a detached sort of way that her hand was drifting towards the hatch. She watched almost helplessly as her torn thoughts told her this was a bad idea and yet the rest of her found it exciting, to be this vulnerable a long way from home.

As the bag dropped into the hatch it seemed very small, and Laura realised that it would probably not have helped her much anyway. The click of the latch closing again was very loud in the small corridor and made Laura look up timidly to the woman behind the counter. The pit-bull gave a grunt of satisfaction and another small click sounded as the wooden gate unlatched.

The platform was as grey and stony as the rest of the building, but not empty. About fifty women she guessed all stood there, no one talking to anyone or even standing too close. Then Laura saw why, a large sign hung up in the centre of the platform boldly stating that under no circumstances would there be any talking or fraternising and that the conductors would enforce this with prejudice. It was when Laura then looked around for the conductors she noticed them. Women clothed all in black latex. Walking up and down the platform, there high stiletto heels clacking against the concrete. They wore all in one black latex cat suits, only the eyes and mouth showing any skin. Black gloves and shoes were so smooth, they looked like part of the suit. Each had a ponytail teased out of a small hole in the crown of there hoods and there rounded hips disappeared into miniscule waists so Laura guessed they must have built in corsets too. She could not see any zipper or line though so smooth were the suits. Then she noticed a more disturbing feature, on the left hip of each conductor was a coiled whip. No wonder everyone was obeying, these women had the look of wolves amongst a flock of sheep.

As Laura watched the conductors she could see others were doing the same, or were giving each other the once over, a few she noticed were surreptitiously giving her the once over. It looked like many of them had been deliberating over the same question as she had as well. A lot of the women looked as if they were ready to go clubbing, short skirts and tight fitting tops being the order of the day. A few wore cocktail dresses or even ball gowns. Some were obviously Goths or alternatives with there darker attires. A few stuck out though and were doing their best to look proud of it. One woman in a cropped red latex shortie cat suit with matching high heels and another in just a bikini, who did not look as sure of herself as she looked around. One girl made her do a double take though, at first it looked like she was wearing her a very close fitting sports outfit, but then Laura could see the outline of a G-string and realised that apart from that, the rest was merely paint. Laura didn’t know if the girl was extremely brave or very stupid, but she looked arrogant enough not to care.

Eventually a grand old steam train arrived. Gleaming brass and polished black metal hissed through the station and pulled a long line of old fashioned looking carriages. As it pulled to a stop the doors automatically swung open and the conductors stood in front of each entrance. Each girl was then escorted on individually. Laura was taken into the carriage, which, being of the old style, had an access corridor down one side and seating compartments on the others. She got a surprise when she was led into the compartment as she found that although it had seating for six. Each seat was enclosed in its own smaller compartment, each about as large as a confessional.

Laura was directed into the centre compartment of three down one side. At least the top half was put to windows she thought so she would be aware of what was going on around her. The door was closed by a conductor with a click, one that indicated that Laura was not going to be able to leave anytime soon. She watch the tightly sealed in buttocks of the conductor sway away as she left Laura and settled down on the seat to wait. It was then she noticed that she was not the first to be seated in the carriage. In the booth directly opposite her was a younger, shy looking girl. She was sitting there looking unsure and shy. She looked five or six years younger than Laura, only nineteen possibly twenty. Only her top was visible through the windowed section on the cubicles they had been put in, she was wearing a short blouse, knotted below her chest showing a large section of soft supple midriff. Her breasts were not as large as Laura’s but were extremely pert and Laura could see she was not wearing a bra beneath the blouse.

The girl briefly made eye contact and gave a small but worried smile before blushing a deep red which spread across her cheeks giving her a rosy complexion that looked endearing against her paler unblemished skin. With her dark brown hair pulled back in a ponytail she looked like a younger, shyer tomb raider. Laura let this all soak in and was deeply pleased that the girl had smiled at her, god she wished they were in the same cubicle together. She was sure the separation was making her even hornier.

Gradually the carriage filled up. Girls in revealing and teasing outfits were put in each of the windowed cubicle, some looked nervous, while others remained aloof about it all. One or two looked very turned on by the whole affair and even pressed up against the glass. Laura realised her legs were open, and even though the wooden bottom half of the cubicle was not see through she was conscious enough to close them again. It was then that she realised the insidious design of the cubicles. Under the leather cover of the seat was an almost imperceptible bulge, which meant unless you sat tensed all the time your weight would slowly move your legs apart, this subtle change in position was obviously making many of the residents of said cubicles quite horny, without even realising why.

After a while the sound of people being seated died away and Laura heard all the outer doors slam shut. A long blast of the train whistle signalled the start of the next phase of the journey and with a small lurch the train inorexably drew forward and gained speed. The day was growing dark as the train gathered speed over the countryside, and the conductors patrolled up and down the main passageway, there taut bodies flowing beneath the black latex. Laura watched them vaguely aware of double clack of the train passing over the track being felt ever so slightly through the lump in her seat. She had come a long way today she realised, and now she was on a train, heading to god knows where with a lot of other very horny women. She smiled at the thought.

Like a clanking metal beast the locomotive pulled into the station, bringing its great bulk to a stop in a cloud of steam and smoke. Once the clouds had died down to a mere mist shrouding the wheels did the doors open and the girls were herded out. Out and straight into farm like walled walkways. Laura’s first impression was that of a farm. Each door on the carriages had lined up with a walkway defined by a pair of concrete walls about four feet high. It had grown dark on the train journey and she couldn’t make out anything off the platform or beyond the end of the train. Not that she had much time to. The latex clad conductors ushered them down there rows and into the building proper. Maybe she would be re-united with her luggage at last.

The station was only lit by a series of Victorian looking lanterns, so when the girl in front of her suddenly stopped Laura walked right into the back of her. Moments later it was getting very tight in the close confines of their little row. Looking left and right she saw the same thing was happening in other rows, the girls were being led off the trains into what looked like holding pens. Each row ended in a door, which looked as if it should be on a stable. Laura was beginning to feel very much like cattle.

The rows filled up fast and the conductors were not letting a lack of space deter them as they herded all the women off of the train and into the concrete confines. Eventually all the girls were off, and the coach doors slammed shut, the conductors watching from behind them. Laura was pressed between two women and used both hands to steady herself against the walls either side of her. She could feel the breasts of the woman behind pressing into her back and the girl in front was grinding her ass into Laura’s crotch. She could see the sexual tension was still growing, first with the separation on the train and now with the enforced closeness. A few women were speaking to each other now, quietly, or so they thought, asking what was going on. Obviously no one knew, but that did not stop them asking.

Everyone’s wondering was pulled up short as the sound of bolts being drawn back on the stable doors came momentarily before the doors swung inwards and the streams of women were forced inside by those behind them. Being nearer the front of the row, Laura had no option but to head forwards, or else be crushed by those behind and before she knew it she was passed the doorway and into the dim beyond.

In fact it was a lot worse than dim, it was almost completely dark. Only a scare few tiny lamps shed any light and then only in there immediate vicinity. With the press of flesh behind her still Laura could only move blindly forward, glad she was not the one at the very front.

The passage twisted and turned and from the little light there was Laura could make out that it looked like it was hewn straight out of the rock, she couldn’t imagine where she was now, the view from the platform had been restricted by the walls and a large overhang. It felt like she was travelling deep into a cave system though. But where had the other doors gone too? On the platform there had been lots of rows each ending in a door; she hadn’t seen any other passages joining on to the one she was going down.

Her thoughts were derailed when she walked into the back of the person in front who she could hardly make out. Now the other women had moved far enough forwards the pressure had been reduced and those in front had slowed down as they realised how dark and uncertain the passage seemed. They kept going though; the image of the closed train doors with the stern stares of the conductors behind the glass was a stark reminder that there would be no going back now. Laura doubted she would be seeing her luggage any time soon either and in this dark passageway, a long way from home she began to feel very small indeed.

The passage seemed to go on for a long time, the sound of voices strangely echoed and distorted as they bounced around and off of the hard stone walls. Laura hadn’t a clue how far they had gone, it seemed like miles, but in the dark confines it was impossible for her to tell.

The first indication of a change in there circumstances was an increase in the volume of the voices of the women up ahead. Rounding a corner she stopped as the light level suddenly rose. They had come to a much larger cavern. As her vision adjusted and the press of bodies behind her moved her into the room Laura was able to take in more of the details.

The cavern was circular, maybe twenty, twenty five meters across and a stretched up dome shape. It made Laura think of the inside of a hollow beehive. The centre of the cavern was open and floored with dirt, several guttering torches provided the illumination for the place. As she took in more of the details she realised it was an arena. A wall ran around the outside keeping them from entering the centre stage. Two gaps in this wall were guarded by what Laura had come to term the conductors, but seemed to be general purpose guards and wards. More worryingly were two tunnels leading away from within the centre section. Again, guarded.

Eventually all the women were in the room, standing around the central arena. As they shoved and jostled into position a phalanx of the latex clad women entered the central arena from one of the tunnel entrances. At the head of the procession was a woman, still clad entirely in latex, but scarlet red in colour. Her high heels were also augmented with two inch platforms making her rise above the other women behind her. They approached the centre of the area and stopped, the red woman standing calmly waiting for quiet.

She did not have to wait long. Everyone quickly fell into silence under her stern glare and in moments all that could be heard was the nervous shuffling of feet.

“Girls, I bid you a welcome to my Lords estates.”

The voice that came from between the scarlet lips that matched the cat suit was much louder than anyone had expected. Involuntarily, everyone flinched.

“Know now that you have left what you thought was real life behind. Here, the rules of normal society do not count. Here you have no rights, except what we may grant you.”

The words were unsettling, Laura could see the colour draining from beneath the make-up of some of the women as realisation dawned upon them. Tremors were passing through her body as well, but she realised they were as much of excitement as fear. The woman in red continued her litany.

“We will start with a few simple rules. You will do as you are instructed or you will be punished, and punishment comes in many forms here”

“But first we would like to offer you a chance to join us in the Great Hall tonight, but you must earn your place.”

“You will fight each other in pairs in this centre ring, the winner will be the girl that pins the others shoulders on the floor for a count of three, and she will spend her first night dining with the other victors”

At the end of her sentence on of the tunnels leading away from the centre arena lit up with an orangey, inviting glow.

“The not so fortunate will spend their first night here in the lower caves, under the attention of my Ladies here.”

The wicked grins that appeared on the faces of the entourage were chilling, which was only heightened further when the second tunnel lit up a watery green colour.

Before anyone really had time to take in what they had just heard, the procession had turned upon its heel and stalked back out of the arena. A pair of black clad women took up positions at the entrance of each tunnel. As they took up positions there, the scarlet women appeared on a balcony with a few of her entourage.

“Begin”, was the only thing she said in her forceful voice.

The two women guarding the entrance to the arena stepped aside and two girls were just about pushed through the gaps in the wall. They looked bemused and more than a bit afraid. They both looked up at the scarlet woman, who only gazed back coldly. Laura watched as their gazes eventually locked onto each other, and as if spurned into action they advanced.

Laura watched as the fight unfolded, one woman was wearing a long flowing dress which was hindering her, and neither looked comfortable in their high heels as they grappled. It went on for a few minutes locked in a stalemate, neither woman looked like they had been in many fights, but then in a quick few seconds it was over. The woman that had been wearing the long dress had had it grabbed around the bottom and savagely pulled. As it was a close fitting garment and had not allowed for a lot of freedom of movement her feet had been pulled from beneath her. As soon as she was down the other girl who had been lucky enough to be wearing a mini skirt (and had also been lucky enough to be wearing a fantastic lacy thong Laura saw) was on top. The tripped up girl had no idea what was happening and was quickly counted out.

The victorious girl was euphoric and almost danced her way through the gates into the soft golden glow of the victor’s tunnel. The other girl had just sat there stunned, until two guards had come over and led her away as she looked terrified but cowed.

As the next fight started one of the competing girls kicked off her stilettos. The other girl looked worried as her footwear was laced up and around her legs. The gambit paid off for the now barefoot woman and she easily won the fight, but as she walked back towards her discarded shoes. The woman in red stood up.

“I’m sorry” she said, her voice booming over the background chatter and not sounding sorry in any way at all.

“Once your clothing leaves your body, here it is no longer yours.”

As soon as she had made her proclamation she sat back down and when the winner had turned back to look towards her shoes that were no longer hers a black clad guard had scooped them up and away. Looking slightly mollified the girl left for the victor’s hall.

The fights went on, now the women understood the rules better clothes were torn off where possible and the contests were fierce. Several losers had to be forcefully removed from the arena and caught before they pelted away towards the winner’s tunnel. Most looked horrified to have lost and would now be facing time down the eerie green passage.

One fight in particular piqued Laura’s interest. It was the girl she had seen in the train. Laura now saw that the tied off open blouse top that exposed her flat and toned midriff was complemented by a pair of very short and quite tight khaki shorts. The way her legs shimmered made Laura suspect she was wearing tights, and they went very well with the Brown Suede knee high slouchy boots she wore. She looked very much like an archaeologist type you would see in some action movie Laura thought.

Her opponent was a large dark skinned woman, possibly an Amazon by the size of her Laura was thinking. The smaller girl looked obviously worried. She didn’t try to take off her boots, the wedge heel was only a few inches and the towering Amazon looked like she might charge her if given the chance. But the taller woman advanced slowly, taking her time. She knew she had the advantage and was in no rush.

The smaller girl backed away, looking for all the world like a small frightened rabbit cornered by a tiger. The air was rent by a dual clash of angered snarl and surprised yelp as the smaller girl leapt at the taller woman. Her attack was wild and uncoordinated, but had the advantage of surprise and ferocity. The taller woman was forced back and tripped. Landing with the other girl on her. Trying to regain some sort of control of the situation the taller woman tried to grasp the ferocious girl in a bear hug, but she was fast as she was ferocious and quickly rolled off and out of her clutches.

The fight continued on for several minutes in this game of cat and mouse. The smaller girls lightning attacks against the towering presence of the taller woman’s more powerful ones. The smaller girls luck ran out though as she caught a back hand blow to the jaw. The blow spun her round and she crashed to the floor on her back looking dazed and stunned. As she struggled to prop herself up on her elbows the knot at the front of her blouse had become loosened and the material fell back revealing two creamy white breasts, small, but full of promise. Laura’s heart skipped a beat as she willed the girl on, whilst also being turned on by seeing her in such a helpless and exposed pose.

As the other woman advanced on the stricken girl she was smiling, seeing victory easily within her grasp. She loomed over the small girl and bent down to pin her down…. Then collapsed on her side. The small girl had used her heel to kick upwards into the exposed stomach of the other woman, severely winding her and causing her to drop to the floor in pain.

She didn’t waist any time, springing up and throwing as much weight as she had across the tall woman’s prone form. The taller woman gasped in pain again as more pressure was applied to her stomach and any coherent fight went out of her. The count passed and the small girl rolled off panting.

As the loser was helped to her feet and led away, Laura took a moment to admire the younger girl as she re-knotted the front of her blouse, her nipples stiff with the excitement and clearly showing through. As she walked off Laura could not help but watch as her hips swayed in a fashion that she found incredibly entrancing.

So captivated she was, it was not until she was actually standing in the arena that she realised she had been pushed though next. Seeing the look on the dark haired Hispanic girl that had entered opposite her galvanised Laura into action. As they began to circle each other Laura took in the details of her opponent. She was about the same build as Laura, an inch or so shorter now though as she had kicked off her shoes on entering. Her outfit was about as appropriate as Laura’s for a fight, a denim mini skirt that bordered on micro and a strapless rouched corset top. Unfortunately she was moving very deliberately and did not look unsure of herself, rather determined and even angry.

The fight was sporadic, and seemed to Laura to last forever. They would clash, grapple and break away, before returning to try and best the other in a contest of strength again. Several times both of them were thrown to the floor, and came close to being pinned, but each time they had wriggled out to continue tenaciously.

As they circled each other for what seemed like the hundredth time Laura could see the other woman was as tired as she was, one of them would have to win this soon. Even as she was thinking this her opponent had obviously came to the same conclusion and decided to go for broke. With a shout she charged Laura catching her around the waist and slamming her into the wall behind. As she was crushed against the wall behind her, Laura still managed to get her hands behind the other woman’s back and hold on locking them both in a tight bundle against the wall.

As her opponent ducked down to try and pull her legs from beneath her, Laura found her hands slip down and under the hem of the Hispanic girl’s skirt, ending up resting on a pair of very tight and firm buttocks. As she felt the glossy fabric of a thong slip past her fingers she knew what she had to do. Grabbing the thong she pulled hard and savagely, pulling the material deeply through her ass.

The Hispanic girl yelped and immediately her grip broke as she flailed at the fabric biting into her. Laura did not miss the opportunity and pushed against the wall. The two of them landed in a pile with Laura on top. Her opponent was still preoccupied with removing the deeply buried fabric so Laura, seeing the opening grabbed for the front of the thong and pulled again.

The wail from her opponent made many of the girls wince. The Hispanic girl thrust her hip up in the air trying desperately to relive the pressure against Laura’s savage pulling, which made it very easy for her to keep the girls shoulders pressed firmly into the floor. The count seemed to take forever, and she worried that at any moment the girl might start clawing her or worse, but she remained fixated on the pain in her pussy caused by the wedged thong. When it was over and Laura rolled off it took the other girl several seconds to realise what had happened. Her expression changed from bewilderment, through shock and settled on fury as she glared at Laura. With a cry she launched herself at Laura, but never made it more than a few steps before two of the guards had grabbed her and dragged her off screaming obscenities and kicking.

As the gate opened for her to leave the arena she forgot her weariness and her brutal opponent. A wide smile broke out on her face as she walked through the door, knowing that the remaining women were watching how she swayed her hips. The golden glow of the tunnel swallowing her in.

There was a light at the end of the tunnel and Laura made her way towards it. The bumps and bruises that she had picked up along the way seemed to drift away and be replaced with a warm glow that buoyed her along. Fortunately the light at the end of the tunnel did not turn out to be a locomotive bearing down on her, instead it widened out into a large hall that looked like it had been hewn from the rock. There were no windows, but several blank screens adorned the walls, light came from large chandeliers hung from a high ceiling and a wooden stage dominated one end of the fifty meter long hall. Two long wooden tables ran the length of the hall with benches either side, and the victorious women were sitting along them picking at the appetisers laid out along them.

Laura stopped on the threshold to straighten her dress and take a moment to look over the tables. Delightedly she saw that the girl in shorts she had been admiring was sitting on thee end of a group, there was a spare space beside her. As she walked to take her place there her pussy tingled, she wondered if the girl had sat there just so Laura could sit next to her. Her hopes were justified when the girl saw her and broke into a wide smile, with a trace of blush on her cheeks.

“Hey” Laura said as way of greeting.

As opening lines went, it was not the most inspired or original but she managed to say it in a calm and steady voice which hid the butterflies she was feeling inside.

She needn’t have worried though. Once they were sat next to each other it was clear that the girl, Samantha was her name, had taken a shine to her too whilst travelling on the locomotive opposite her. Conversations sawed back and forth across the tables breaking ice and swapping stories. It appeared that the story every woman had on how they had ended up there was the same. An unexpected letter and an undeniable command.

The numbers grew in the hall, so women managing to come through the ordeal looking completely unscathed, others with an item or two of clothing missing, and a few with a definite lack of modesty providing material. Most were just overjoyed to have made it. The girl with the painted on clothes was one of the last and smiled coquettishly, flaunting and pouting in a way that belied any modesty at all.

The hall soon filled up, and shortly after the last woman had entered the woman in the red cat-suit came through the tunnel with her entourage and they took there place on the stage.

“Welcome victors”, she said, for the first time with a smile on her face.

You have made it to the Lower Hall, those you have vanquished are being taken lower, and you will spend your first evening and meal here, celebrating”. The woman in reds tone was condescending, but everyone in the hall seemed to yield to it.

“So let us begin”.

With a sharp spin on her heel, she and the entourage took there places at a table on the stage. At her signal waitresses had begun to appear carrying platters of food. All the waitresses were dressed in Black latex French maid outfits. To a woman they were all gagged with a black ball gag which stood starkly out against there scarlet painted lips. The skirts stood out like tutus showing bulky metal chastity belts that made the women hobble as they walked, emphasised by the four inch heels they all wore. As they approached closer Laura saw that holes in the tops allowed their breasts to hang out which had small clamps attached to each nipple with a connecting silver chain.

As they hobbled out Laura was it was not just the bulky metal panties and the heels that were making them walk in such a way, it looked to her like the chastity devices were holding something in too. Once the spectacle was over and the maids had left the room the feasting began. The food was abundant and varied. All the woman had been travelling for some time so no one held back from such a promising spread.

The energy that had built up on the train between the women had dissipated somewhat in the arena battles, but now the main course was over and the chatter had grown again. The women were relaxing and hands were placed on thighs to emphasise points and body contact grew more and more pronounced.

Before long though the woman in red had strode forward to make her next address.

“I know you are all eager to get to know each other so much more closely, but fear that we will make sure you have plenty of time for that”.

The talking had completely ceased, the tone of the woman’s voice was different to before, Laura could tell she was about to announce something she was excited about or enjoying.

“Before we indulge in desert”, she went on, “you might like to know how your less worthy counterparts are getting on. Behold, the losers.”

The screens mounted on the walls all sprang into life showing a line of girls restrained in a damp cavern where the light was not the warm and pleasant type. Water dripped from the ceiling. Each of the girls was restrained with five metal bands. Four of them pinned they’re ankles and wrists to the rock wall whilst holding them in an open and exposed X position. The final band went around each woman’s waist pinning that in place too.

A number of the guards in the black latex walked down the line, pulling down boob tubes, ripping open tops and pulling breasts out of bras. After each guard had exposed all her charges tops they turned they’re attention to a large brass pipe running along a couple of meters in front of each woman. In front of each captive were two nozzles, and one by one the guards opened them up and directed the twin jets of water at the woman’s breasts at that station.

The effect was not uniform. The first few girls screamed and thrashed as their sensitive nipples were subjected to the jets of water. A few did not, Laura had heard that not all women nipples were as sensitive, she was just glad hers were not suffering that fate tonight.

Once the nipple jets were on the guards walked up and down the row, their own latex covered bodies providing momentary relief from the jets before they passed and the water slammed back onto the restrained women making them cry out anew. The water meanwhile fell down the guards rubber bodies, running in rivulets and dripping down onto the floor. The momentary relief afforded to each woman by this seemed outweighed by the renewed assault.

Planted into the wall near the waist of each restrained woman was a fist sized button, and while they had previously dormant they now began to glow. When one did a guard broke off from pacing the line and went over to the woman. Standing in front of her, the guards back shielded her from the jets, her white boob tube top had been pulled down and her mini skirt had ridden up when her legs were forced apart showing just the hint of a red thong. Smiling evilly she leant over and pressed her palm against the button.

A jet of frothing water sprang up from a hole in the floor, gushing up and hitting her pussy, soaking her thong. The girl gasped and struggled as the guard leaned close. As the guard let go of the button the water stopped pummelling into the woman’s open vagina. Gasping the girl caught her breath and sagged against her bonds. The guard was not that kind, and just as the girl relaxed pressed the button again. The girl sobbed and struggled as the guard repeatedly hit the button sending pulses of high pressure water into the woman’s pussy. Finally, the guard spun away from the girl slamming down the button as she did, letting the nipple jets hit as the gushing stream hit the woman’s pussy again. Screaming and struggling afresh the girl was pummelled by the water.

Along the line Laura could also see the woman who she recognised as the first loser of the arena; her long dress had been torn straight down the front and now hung more or less behind her like a robe. Confirming what Laura had thought when watching earlier the woman had no underwear on and all three jets of water were mercilessly tormenting her. As Laura watched her try to move her hips she realised the jet on the woman’s pussy was driving her to an orgasm. She was again proved correct as the woman threw her head back with a sobbing wail, her hips buckling uncontrollably as her hands clenched and unclenched of their own accord.

One woman seemed to having better luck than the others, she was wearing a pair of skinny, cropped jeans, and the extra padding was obviously giving her comfort as she could not help but grin as the other girls were pummelled hard, even though her own breasts were at the mercies of the twin jets. The guards though were never going to accept this and two of them walked up, calmly undid the fly of the jeans and both put a hand in. The captive moaned as she felt the hands move around near her sensitive area but this turned to a cry as the two guards both savagely pulled out ripping the jeans down through the crotch. Unrestrained by the tight jeans the woman’s pussy lips bulged in the opening, held in check by a pair of gold panties. These were also ripped off eliciting another cry from the stricken woman and leaving her very exposed. Both the guards leaned in and began to kiss the cheeks and neck of the worried girl, as they did so one pushed in the button adding the woman’s screams to the others.

Laura and many of the other women in the hall were getting turned on by the losers helplessly bucking forms as they suffered orgasms and poundings from the water frothing as it hit their bodies. Laura turned cold for a moment though as she saw the woman she had defeated to get through. The Hispanic woman she had put there was snarling and shouting, her curses were lost in the general din but the look in her eyes made Laura nervous. The woman still fought as the water jet hit the exposed flesh between her legs, and even as she had an orgasm the angry look persisted in her eyes.

Before Laura could dwell on it overly long she realised that the sound had been dimmed down and the woman in red was speaking again, announcing that desert was served.

Once the desert course was done away with the lady in the red latex cat-suit had another surprise. As she walked to the front of the stage, the food was removed from the hall by the French maid waitresses and the tables were cleared from the stage.

“Now, you have all made it this far, but we are sure there is at least one person here that deserves to be singled out, one of you that is the slut of the group, one that everyone else would like to see given their comeuppance for flaunting what they have with the lack of dignity that marks her out as the whore.”

“And in true mob fashion”, she said smiling even more at the phrase, “you will all choose her.”

The woman wearing the body paint was looking very worried at this point, her brazen attitude shed as she realised she had put herself in a prime position to be the looser in this case.

“Under the table at each of your places is a tablet, if you could retrieve them now.”

There was a general shuffling and ripping of Velcro as the women found the small electronic touch screen displays with the layout of the hall on them.

“All you have to do is press the seat on the display that you wish to point out as the slut of the group and you will have voted. To make it a little more interesting you will have ten seconds to vote, and if you do not the vote will be recorded against yourself.”

The screens around the hall changed to show in large figures the number 10, and then almost straight away began counting down.

It took the women sitting in the hall a few seconds to realise their predicament, but they rapidly caught on and most only took a second to cast their vote. Laura, was torn, she felt sorry for the body paint woman for her confidence as she wished in some part that she had that level of self assurance, but after seeing what had happened to the loser of the arena she did not want in any way to seal the same fate for herself. With only a few seconds left she realised she did not want to put herself forward in any way as a victim so she voted for the scantily cad and now very worried looking woman.

The timer reached zero, flashed and the screens went blank along with all the data tablets the voting had been carried out on.

Smiling the woman in red announced. “The votes are in; the biggest slut has been selected, so please stand up.”

As the lights in the hall dimmed a spotlight fell on the obvious choice, and flushing with colour she slowly rose. Turning towards her the woman in red beckoned.

“Come on slut,” she purred, “this is where you belong.”

The newly acclaimed slut slowly walked up to the stage. Laura admired the way she had not broken down but was walking up with her head held up and had her composure. As she neared the stage a large object covered with a purple drape was brought forward into the centre of the stage. Once the slut was had walked up the steps and was met by two of the smiling guards the drape was removed with a flourish. The hall fell silent as the assembled women took in the revealed contraption.

The main part looked like an inverted ‘Y’ it stood over seven feet tall and was supported from behind. The ‘Y’ shape was made from some kind of planking covered with leather or rubber. About half way up the vertical plank was a horizontal one stretching out two feet either way. Adorning these was a variety of straps. What drew everyone’s attention though, especially the newly named sluts, was the contraption below the split of the ‘Y’. A large purple dildo coated in small rubber studs stood on the end of metal pole that looked like an inverted piston on a steam train.

The guards standing either side of the slut directed her to the machine, she looked like she was in shock and did not put up any sort of a fight, just let herself be led. Several more guards came out and lifted her in a kind of chair lift and placed her back against the upright board. Whilst they did this other guards did up the strap around her waist and two more held her thighs to either sloped section before more were tightened just above her knees and ankles.

Now her lower half was strapped in and her feet no longer touched the ground the slut seemed to wake up and began to struggle. Although as she attempted to free herself the guards were nonplussed and taking hold of a wrist each they strapped them to the ends of the horizontal plank. Now the slut was crucified with her legs held wide open. However the guards were no done yet. The girl was still struggling and arching her back. A strap just below her bust stopped this and a further two straps just above the elbows stopped all but the smallest amount of movement. To complete the picture a padded metal collar that was attached to the vertical plank was closed around her neck, holding it gently but firmly in place.

The girl was moaning and sobbing, seeing all the other women in the hall watching her be spread out and displayed, only wearing the small hot pants and her strappy sandal high heels. Her hands clenched and her feet twisted as she tried in vain to cover herself from all the eyes upon her. Now the guards had stood back, the woman in red approached standing next to her.  Finding the side seam in the hot pants she gave a savage pull ripping them down the side. As she walked around to the other side the slut was begging her to stop but the woman in red was deaf to her pleas. As the other side ripped the hot pants fell away, leaving a band of pale flesh against the body paint around them.

The girl broke into a fresh round of sobbing; her face reddened as her shaven pussy exposed and wet was now there for all to see. The woman in red caressed her face as she picked up a switch box connected to the back of the devise by a long lead.

She turned to face the crowd.

“Now, you’ve seen how she paraded in here, flaunting herself before you. What do you say now? Does she want it?”

The slut was wide eyed again, very aware of the long dildo poised just below her.

“Well,” the woman in red asked, “does she want it?”

A small murmuring of agreement ran through the crowd, but the woman in red was not impressed.

“Does she want it?” She repeated in a louder tone.

The response was louder as the crowd warmed up to the spectacle and after further goading was soon chanting

“Give it to the slut!”

The slut had stopped sobbing now and looked like she had regained some composure; it did not stop her from looking very worried though or twisting in her bonds. The lady in red was smiling at the loud chanting, and held up a hand for silence, which was obeyed instantly.

“You have all judged this girl a slut and so now we give her what she obviously wanted”, with this statement she pressed a button on the control box.

With a low whirring sound the dildo rose and pushed its head past the slut’s pussy lips. She gasped as the rubber intruder continued in burying its shaft deep into her. When it had fully impaled her the woman in red stopped the machine and let her wriggle for a few moments against the long rubber phallus. Then it slowly began to withdraw again eliciting a low moan from the slut as the studded surface passed out against her pussy lips. When all but the tip had withdrawn it reversed its direction once more and slowly re-entered causing yet another intake of breath from the pinned slut.

The dildo continued its leisurely journey in and out of the slut’s vagina as she moaned and wriggled in pleasure. The woman in red let this go on for a little longer before addressing the crowd again.

“And there she is, listen to the moans as she is exposed in front of you”

This drew more deep blushing from the slut who tried to ignore the slowly moving dildo. Her attempts were in vain though as it was moving deep into her and obviously causing her pleasure as it did so that she could not hide.

“Now, is this what you want to see?” The woman in red continued, leaving the question hanging in the air.

The crowd of women was silent for a few moments before, only softly at first, but with gaining volume and numbers a chant of “More, more MORE” drew up. The slut was shaking her head, but it only spurned the other women on.

Smiling at the mob behaviour of the crowd the woman in red made a show of slowly turning the dial on the control box. As she did so the dildo increased its pace, drawing out and thrusting back in with increased speed. The slut’s breath was coming faster now she knew the dildo was working on her and if left much longer she would cum in front of a hall full of women, open and exposed to them all. In between her panting Laura could see the look of fear or embarrassment on the girls face.

The woman in red was not finished yet though. The crowd was still chanting and she made theatrical gesture, cupping her hand near her ear as if she could not hear them. The crowd chanted harder and again she gestured, again the crowd raised their voices and looking surprised the woman pointed at the dial as if to say ‘is this what you mean’. As she did the crowd cheered and she stepped to the front of the stage.

“OK, you have decided the slut should be given her just deserts”

Another cheer.

With another theatrical gesture the woman in red raised the control box and twisted the knob to its maximum extent. The dildo now hammered in and out of the restrained girl and she let out a half moan, half scream at the increased pace. Within seconds Laura could see her hips trying to buck against the straps as an orgasm ripped through her and a scream of pleasure erupted from within her. After the orgasm had subsided the woman in red had slowed down the dildo to a more moderate pace, but had not switched it off. Laura could see the girl, now sweat streaked and tousled begging her to turn it off, but the woman in red merely smiled as she shook her head. Gesturing behind the slut she waved on some of the guards who began licking, stroking and kissing the sluts restrained body making her moan and wriggle once more.

Leaving the slut to the ministrations of the guards the woman in red addressed the rest of the assembled women.

“Now we have dealt with her it is probably about time we let the rest of you have your rewards. We have brought you all together here so find a partner and make her climax”. The last sentence was said with a flourish and several women around the room either drew each other into their arms or in some cases grabbed a startled looking girl next to them.

Within seconds most of the hall was caressing and fondling another woman. Laura decided not to let an opportunity pass and immediately turned to the smaller girl she had been talking to and had taken a shine to since first seeing her on the train. Her name was Kate and it looked like she had had the same idea as they both turned straight into each others embrace. Laura never thought thing would have gone this fast with another girl before, she had never really had any experience of the fairer sex but their tongues were now eagerly exploring each others mouths as their hands did the same around their bodies. Kate broke a long and deep kiss with a coquettish smile and placing her hands over Laura’s breasts bushed her down onto the bench. Kneeling in front of her she ran her hands up Laura’s hold-ups and found the exposed flesh of her thighs. As she stroked them with the tips of her fingers and slowly pulled them apart Laura gripped the bench as the sensations passed over her.

When her legs were spread and her dress had ridden up to her hips Kate leaned forward and pulling aside Laura’ thong kissed her already engorged pussy. Tingles of please ran through her as Kate’s tongue entered her and began flicking over her clit. Lost in the moment Laura ran her hands through Kate’s hair as she kneeled in front of her and pulled her head into her crotch moaning as the pleasure increased. She could see Kate’s eyes looking up at her as her tongue penetrated deeper into her vagina.

All around the room women were in similar states of pleasure and moans were filling the air. The slut was still being pumped by the dildo as the guards played with her restrained body and Laura could see that she was also building up to another climax. Rapidly a warm feeling of intense pleasure grew in Laura’s crotch and spread through her as she had a shuddering orgasm and screamed in pleasure.

As the waves of bliss subsided, she pulled up Kate and kissed her deeply tasting her own juices still in the girl’s mouth. Before Kate could say or do anything else Laura drew her round so they were both straddling the bench with Kate sitting in front of her. Reaching around her as she kissed her neck Laura slipped one hand up into the tied off blouse and found a breast which she began to squeeze and fondle. She let her other hand slip down the smooth skin of Kate’s stomach and prised open the button and zipper on the shorts fly. Reaching into the opened shorts Laura found the glossy fabric of her tights. Slipping her hand beneath them caused Kate to moan as she found the silkiness of her panties. Straddling the bench held Kate’s legs open and Laura began to massage the damp crotch of Kate’s panties. As her moans grew Laura popped Kate’s boobs out from under the blouse and rubbed faster. Soon she felt Kate’s hips begin to quiver and squeezing her breast in one hand she wormed a couple of fingers from the other around the panties and between Kate’s pussy lips. As she did this Kate held onto Laura’s waist as she rode up and down on the fingers in her screaming as she came.

Once everyone was satisfied in their pleasure the room slowly returned to a sense of normality, or as much as it could be in such a place. Just as Laura watched Kate re set her top and fasten her shorts the woman in red began goading them again.

“Come, take your pleasure, find another partner and rejoice in your place here.”

Before Laura could get over the fact that she was being asked to experience another orgasm at the hands of someone else new a woman had grabbed her wrist and was pulling her to a nearby table. The new woman was only wearing a g-string and T-shirt. She had obviously lost her lower half during the last round. She was as tall as Laura with a large bust and longer blond hair. As they reached the table she shrugged off her string with a smile and lying down on the surface pulled Laura down to her crotch. Laura, too overwhelmed to resist began licking the proffered pussy before pushing her tongue in between the woman’s swollen lips. The woman threw back her head and encircled Laura’s with her long legs, forcing her face against her crotch. Laura worked at trying to get a breath in whilst pushing her tongue further into the woman, trying to bring her to climax. Looking up she saw that another woman was now straddling the head of the blond and she was being licked out by her.

Eventually, after two orgasms the blond woman released Laura just as everyone was standing up and straightening themselves out again. Although Laura noticed that many of the women had lost clothing in the passion and a few were all but naked now. She noticed that Kate had managed to hang onto her clothing as well as a few other women. The respite was short lived though as the woman in red took centre stage once more.

“I am glad that you are all enjoying yourselves, however, there seem to be a few of you that consider yourselves above the rest, a few of you that are too stuck up and are not embracing our hospitality!”

With a slow dawning Laura realised that she was talking about her and those others that had hung onto their clothes and a small part of their modesty.

“So, I implore the rest of you, those that have embraced us and accepted our hospitality to show these girls how to let go.”

As the words faded Laura was very aware of the quiet in the room. Just the slut on stage moaning in her own world as the dildo sent her through orgasm after orgasm in its relentless cycle. She suddenly felt very alone in a room full of predators. Kate started backing away from the women closest to her which Laura saw was a mistake; instead she grabbed the closest girl and embraced her in a deep kiss. She knew this would probably only prolong her fate, but maybe she could have a bit more control over the situation.

As soon as the women had seen Kate’s nervous retreat they were all around her. Her top was quickly pulled off exposing her chest which a woman behind her encircled her hands around the girl to grab. In a few seconds Laura saw she was surrounded, others had her shorts undone and pulled down to her ankles. Suddenly she was lifted off the floor and her shorts pulled off with her boots leaving just the shimmering tights showing a pair of bight blue panties beneath them. Now she was in the air Laura could see she was all but helpless as the women tore at the crotch of the tights easily ripping it away and did the same to the panties.

Laura’s transfixion at this spectacle lead to her own downfall. As she had stood staring women were around her and had undone the tight lacing up the back of her dress. From behind her several hands pulled the dress up and over her head where it became entangled trapping her arms. She ended up leaning back over a table in this position, unable to see or use her arms, exposed from the neck down. Almost immediately she felt several pair s of hands reach out for her flesh. As she struggled to free herself from her dress her legs were parted and a tongue entered her vagina. Just after that she felt a pair of lips engulf each of her nipples. She struggled on moaning with pleasure as the mouths and hands worked over her body. Before she could free herself she orgasmed under the relentless attention of what seemed like hundreds of women.

Finally releasing herself from the dress, she cast it off and tried to stand up again. Laura realised that she was surrounded by at least ten women and even though she had just climaxed, there was no let up. Just as she managed to stand one of her feet was pulled up behind her. Her front fell forward and was caught by a busty brunette who kissed her deeply as the tongue retracted from her pussy and someone began to rub it instead.

Standing on one leg, with the other held up behind her and her chest still suckered by two mouths – belonging to two black haired girls she now saw – and only staying upright because she was held there and could go nowhere else Laura supposed she must have looked like some strange parody of swan lake. Across the hall she could see lots of women kneeling around something, then she realised it must be Kate. Her head was sticking out one end but the rest of her was covered by a mass of hands and mouths. One lower leg escaped for a few seconds and Laura saw the nylon covered toes splay wide as an orgasm ripped through the girl.

As Laura climaxed again she realised her situation was not hers any more. The brunette had taken one of her breasts and pushed it into Laura’s mouth as she had climaxed. She felt her other leg lifted and her whole body raised above the women as her boot then her hold-ups were ripped off her leaving only the red elasticised top of one of them round her thigh like a tattered garter. The lift was only a temporary relive though as now she was stripped naked they lowered her again. The last thing Laura remembered before her mind scattered was what seemed like hundreds of hands and mouths descending upon her naked body.

Waking up seemed to take a long time, like her body was checking with its relevant sections that it was still there and still in one piece. Gradually, as Laura’s mind swam up from the depths of a deep sleep it explored her current state. Before she opened her eyes she realised she was naked, curled up in a semi-foetal position. Just laying there she could feel that she was laying on some kind of leather covered mat, without moving yet she gradually opened one eye then the other. As she blinked away the blurring of sleep and her eyes focused she was able to make out that she was in a room that would not look out of place in a castle. The walls and floor were stone and flagging, the door on the other side of the room looked to be of the heavy oak type with black metal banding, it put Laura in the mind of a prison, or a dungeon she thought settling on that. That being said though, it was not cold, even in her unclothed state Laura was what she would describe as ‘nicely warm’. The room was even well lit, with light coming from what looked to be a small faux chandelier.

As the details focused her mind the recollections of the previous night also emerged. Laura remembered in a blurry sort of way the multitude of hand, fingers and tongues descending upon her naked and helpless body, stroking, rubbing and penetrating her. No one had heeded her pleas to stop and she had had climax after climax, her body cavorting and spasming in pleasure as she screamed in orgasm. She had managed to keep her arse tense enough not to have that ravaged, she had not yet tried anal and wanted it to be more on her terms. The attentions she and a few of the other girls that had hung onto their clothes and some modesty for too long had left her memory vague in many parts as she was pushed to plateaus of pleasure and feeling. Part of her remembered lying on the floor in a mass of bodies when it was all over, covered in sweat and juices. Someone must have helped her back here, maybe the guards?

It was about then in the waking up process that she realised that her body felt fine, she had expected to be sore or bruised after yesterday, but instead she felt groggy but healthy, no aches, pains or otherwise. Smiling and thanking her good fortune or innate healing ability for that she sat up and swung her legs over the side of what she could now see was not much more than a bench that she had been sleeping on.

It was then that she noticed a couple more things about the room she was in. the first was a recessed section in the floor. Still made of the same stone, but like a sunken bath just big enough for one person to lie in. The other was that she was not alone.

The other woman was leaning against the wall, her arms crossed, an inquisitive smile on her face.

“Ahh, the sleeping beauty has awoken,” she quipped in a sprightly voice.

At first glance she looked like one of the guards, she was clad in a similarly black latex cat-suit that ran up to and around her forehead, but there were several distinct differences in her garb. The cat-suit did not have a full hood and a shock of short blond hair emerged from where the latex ended in a line an inch or so above her temple. There were also holes for the ears. A slash was cut just above the chest of the suit exposing the top of a cleavage and the high heeled boots were platformed and chunky rather than the stilettos she had seen the previous evening. The girls figure was of course stunning and looked taught and supple beneath the rubber, but Laura had yet to see anyone here who was not. She did however; she was wearing the same utility belt as the guards, with several pouches as well as a flogger and a crop hanging from it.

As Laura shook her head to clear away the last of the grogginess the girl, still smiling in an impish way, straightened and walked over to Laura so that she was looking down upon her, standing close enough to stop Laura from comfortably standing up.

“My name is Tessa, and you are my charge, for now. Today you have your induction so we had better get going.” She gave another impish smile and began to open a pouch on her belt.

“Uhm…” Laura was trying to take it all in but so much had happened over the last day she was struggling to keep up.

“Shh now,” Tessa replied. “You will get some of your answers soon, now hold up your hair.”

She was holding a thin leather collar open in her hands. Laura thought about bolting for the door, but quickly dismissed this, it was probably closed, and even if it wasn’t se had no idea where she was, not much of an escape plan and only likely to land her in more trouble. Pensively she lifted her hair from her neck and let herself be collared.

Reaching back in the pouch Tessa dropped a couple of hair bands on the bed beside Laura. Stepping back she said.

“Now we cant have you looking a mess on your first day, there is a mirror on the wall here and a brush, I think a single ponytail will do.”

Laura stood and taking the hair bands, made her way to the indicated mirror, set back in the stone wall and leaving a small shelf, on which rested a hair brush. As she stood brushing her hair part of her was comforted by carrying out the familiar routine, although another part was intimately aware she was very much stripped bare in front of another woman who seemed to be in charge of her. Once had finished Tessa came over and pulling a cord from her belt snapped the end onto Laura’s collar. Stunned Laura took a step back, but Tessa carried on as if it was the most normal thing in the world to do.

“Come on now,” She said, “we had better get going.”

And with that she turned for the door, Laura was frozen in place though.

“What about my clothes?” She asked, immediately knowing what the answer would be.

Tessa gave another impish smile. “What clothes?” She replied knowing full well the actual meaning behind Laura’s question and in giving her a clear answer with the loaded reply.

“Now don’t make me have to use more effort than I have to,” Tessa said twirling the crop in her hand and still smiling mischievously.

“Especially on our first outing together, that wouldn’t be a great start now, would it?”

With Laura fighting down her blushes they left the room. Tessa had Laura walk a few paces behind her and warned her not to put too much tension on her lead. It was connected from Laura’s collar down to Tessa’s belt which Laura realised left both of the girls hands free to use the crop she was still spinning round in one. As they walked along it gave Laura ample time to notice the way in which Tessa’s buttocks and hips shifted beneath the tight latex with every step she took.

“Enjoying the view there?” Tessa’s voice broke through Laura’s thoughts and she blushed again.

Tessa had not looked round but was obviously confident enough in her own body to know what Laura would be doing. Laura dragged her eyes away and took in her surroundings more, not that there was much to take in. The corridor they had emerged onto was again castle like stone, no windows to give away a location and lighting provided by lanterns at intervals. As they walked on other corridors joined on and presently she saw other girls being walked in the same way with their chaperones. No one spoke to one another, the implied threat of the crop ever present either at the hips on in the hands of the latex clad women. This was reinforced when Laura saw one girls bottom was bright red, obviously a slow mover in the morning, she thought.

Eventually there journey terminated in a line of girls with there chaperones waiting to enter another identical door. Laura recognised several of the girls from the evening before but could not see Kate. As there was only about twenty of them waiting there she guessed that the others must be doing something else right now.

Before she could ponder this for too long the door was opened and the girls led in. Inside was some kind of classroom, seating was laid out and each girl was led to one. The seats were definitely not from a normal school though, they looked outdated in there design, wooden in construction with armrests and a low back they also had a fold down table that made Laura think of a highchair.

As Laura was seated Tessa did up two straps incorporated into the chair that secured just above her knees and held her legs open as far as possible between the two armrests. Another strap went around her waist holding her hips firmly in position too. The table was then swung down like a counter and snapped into place with a click. Taking Laura’s hands Tessa put them into cuffs that were chained to the table, giving Laura a small amount of movement possible, but unable to reach the straps.

As Laura has sat down she had felt two small cold patches, one beneath each buttock, but these were quickly warmed by her own heat and her attention was turned to examining the rest of the classroom. A large screen took up most of one wall, again there were no windows, but there was a life sized blow up figure of one of the Guards in their latex uniforms at the back of the classroom. The doll was over inflated though and bulged out all over, and the head was just a spherical ball. Laura could see the whole thing had to be supported from behind where a metal pole attached meaning the legs were stuck out way too wide to look realistic and the feet did not even touch the floor.

Next to the screen stood another woman, she had not come with a charge and Laura summarised that she must be what passed for a teacher here. She was not wearing a cat-suit, but a full length black latex dress. This was not to say she was covered up, down either side the dress was open, the top half only held together by a latticework of black lace. The way she stood allowed the dress to spill over a leg and revealed a black platform thigh high boot.

“Now that you are all here I believe we can begin,” said the teacher, her voice authoritative.

“Firstly a few rules. No speaking without permission, you will do as you are told obediently and not lie. Failure to comply with these simple commands will result in a punishment rather like this.”

The room was filled with loud yelps including Laura’s as the two metal plates she had forgotten about zapped her buttocks with an electrical shock. She wiggled and tried to pull away from the evil little devices but the straps kept her securely sat on them. The shocks had set several of the women to shouting or begging and another shock hit sharply as the teacher reiterated the rules. Clenching herself and willing the other girls to shut up Laura was relived when they quickly did.

“Now we have the preliminaries sorted out, let’s start the lesson proper,” the teacher said.

“Welcome to the Estate of our most honourable Lord Dagmar. You have all been specially selected to come here and more importantly you have all accepted under your own free will.” the teacher gestured to punctuate her points.

“You will all be staying here for some time, some longer than others. This is your induction and should explain how your stay might pan out with us.” She was smiling as the lights dimmed and the screen came to life.

The video began with a shot of the entire estate, showing the great manor house as a tiny pinprick, evidently the estate encompassed thousands of acres and included forests and even a few mountains. Laura could see a thin black line that was the train track she had arrived by. The video showed she was currently in one of the mountains, it had been hollowed out and turned into a kind of natural castle, the manor house was quite a way off.

It went on to explain that the Estate was enclosed and no one left or entered without the Lords permission. She had come into his kingdom on the lowest rung, but it was how everyone started and there would be chances for advancement as time went on. She was provided with her room and would be a servant to a woman that was assigned to her, she could earn the currency that was used within the Lords realm and buy herself things, initially some of her money would go to her mistress as she was mentoring her.

The money it explained could be earned by performing all sorts of tasks from helping in the workshops to volunteering for research as well as through competitions held regularly. Law and order was maintained by the more senior women who had become guards or higher.

Then it went to a more in depth look at the rooms they would be staying in. they were all issued with a bed – more like a slab – to sleep on, a mirror and basic hygiene needs would be supplied, It showed a hidden toilet Laura had not spotted earlier as well as the mirror. More interestingly it went on to explain the sunken bath which was a feature in each room. The video showed it filling up with a steaming milky liquid that they were told had huge healing properties. In the video a girl with red welts from lash marks was helped into her bath before time was jumped forwards an hour. Then it showed her re-emerging, cracking the now hardened surface of the liquid and standing up, her skin as flawless as a magazine cover.

Laura realised that was probably why she was not feeling like she had done ten rounds with a pro wrestler today after the last evening’s experiences. Then shortly after showing them how there mirrors were also data access points to view any information they were allowed to see and find jobs the film finished.

As the lights brightened the teacher got up from a throne like chair and walked between the rows of restrained girls, talking as she went.

“Now, I’m sure you have many questions, but you will have the chance to ask your mentors about them later, although they may not reply, or make you work for the answer,” she said.

“But before we get that far I’m sure that many of you would like to be earning some of that currency we talked about, so I am giving you all a bonus one hundred to get you started.” As she talked Laura could feel a catch coming on.

“Now, how many of you are anal virgins? Raise your hands now, don’t be shy.”

Laura and several others raised their hands as much as the short chains would allow. Looking around she could see they were in the minority. The teachers gaze swept the room and she smiled in a way that did not instil any feeling of safety in the other women.

“Well this might be a bit interesting for some of you then.” She purred.

As she walked past, Laura could see a small hand held control box in the palm of the teacher. As she was watching the woman walk between the rows she felt a object move up and slowly press into the opening of her anus. She clenched up as gasped but several other women were more vocal. The electrical pads struck several times before the class was silent again, the girls twisting and struggling in their seats against the snap of the shocks and the slowly intruding plugs.

Walking behind one girl that had identified herself as a first timer the teacher began fondling the girl’s breasts with her latex gloves hands and in the same calm voice said.

“It’s best just to relax, it makes it so much easier.”

Laura tried her best to as the plastic plug slowly pushed itself into her restrained ass. The girl next to her was not a virgin but was gripping the armrests as she was penetrated, her mouth hung open in a silent moan. Laura drew deep breaths as the plug pushed past her sphincter and filled her up, she could feel it spreading her cheeks and holding them open. Eventually, just as Laura was beginning to panic that it would not stop it halted its movement. Around the room a lot of the girls were taking deep breaths or panting as they got used to accommodating the plastic intruders.

The teacher left the girl she had been standing behind breathing heavily with now very erect and red nipples. As she resumed her pacing around the room Laura realised she was getting damp between her legs. The feeling of fullness and the penetration she was forced to endure as well as watching all the others in the room suffer the same was turning her on. Laura realised that she and several other girls in the room were shifting around as much as their restraints allowed because it was grinding the plug inside her, glancing at the girl next to her she saw she was rocking back and forth looking like she was trying to struggle free herself, however, her erect nipples were an obvious sign of some excitement.

The teacher had reached the back for the room and stood next to the doll as she continued her lecture.

“Now, like we have discussed earlier,” she said, using the inclusive wording even though she had the monopoly on and speech in the room.

“You will be punished if you misbehave or do not perform. Sara here has been brought in to demonstrate the point.” The teacher said, laying a hand on the dolls arm.

Turning to a panel on the wall the teacher pressed a button and the spherical head of the doll deflated shrinking to reveal that under the inflated rubber was a human head. The teacher undid a zip and pulled the hood down revealing a ball gagged woman with shocking red hair. The doll, Laura realised, was not just that but the inflated rubber was holding the woman completely immobile, arms out to her sides and legs spread, it had allowed her so little movement no one had guessed there was anyone in there.

The woman was breathing heavily, her nostrils flaring with the effort and her eyes had a slightly glazed look.

“As well as being encapsulated, Sara here is also penetrated front and rear with vibrating dildoes.” She explained.

The glazed look now made more sense, the girl must have cum several times at least as she had been in the room when they started the session here. It looked like she was getting close again; the teacher noted this and turned her attentions onto her, cupping her chin in a gloved hand to make her look straight at her.

“Now Sara, how many times have you cum now do you think.”

The gagged girl blinked rapidly and Laura realised that was how many times, it was a lot she realised as she lost count.

“And would you like to cum again??” she asked sweetly.

The girl shook her head pleadingly, her eyes downcast.

“Well now that’s a pity, as these girls all need to see it,” the teacher said.

Turning back to a panel she twisted a knob and Sara’s eyes widened, Laura guessed that the teacher had just turned the vibrator up. A few seconds later the gag was not able to muffle the moans completely as Sara’s head rocked back and forth her eyes unfocused. As she climaxed the teacher turned to address the class again.

“Sara failed in her duties as a guard and let a new starter escape for several minutes before another guard grabbed her. The girl is now waiting in her room and Sara here will punish her as she sees fit when she fulfilled her own sentence.”

“But to complete that sentence we need to show you one more thing,” said the teacher as she turned another knob on the control panel.

The encapsulated guards head jerked back up again her eyes wide with shock. Laura could not see how the vibe getting even faster could do that and was puzzled; the teacher did not keep them in suspense long though.

“The dildos in Sara’s holes also have the same technology as your chairs and will send electrical shocks to her clit and ass, as well as around her nipples,” turning to Sara, “don’t they dear?”

Sara nodded, tears on her face, after the initial shock it seemed she was at least no longer surprised when the shocks hit her. The teacher turned back to address the class again who were all straining to turn around to see the spectacle shifting the plugs around in their asses to do so.

“The shocks are hitting Sara every two seconds at the moment, but if I slowly turn this knob…”

Sara shook her head pleadingly again as the frequency of the shocks increased until they were coming straight after one another; another moan that the gag could not suppress signalled that the combined vibration and electricity had brought her to orgasm once more. Once she was satisfied the teacher turned the knob back down to the previous level before turning back to the class.

“Now, I hope that has been a helpful lesson to you,” she said as she did the hood back up around the woman’s head and re-inflated it.

She began to walk back to the front of the class, but stopped mid stride, and smiling the sweet smile of the truly evil reached back and turned the second knob all the way up again. As she then made her way back to the front Laura was sure she could see the inflated suit shaking, slightly and wondered what the woman inside was going through with the vibrations and electricity. A deep dread filled her when she realised that part of her wanted to find out for real.

“Now, I believe that this concludes your class for this morning,” the teacher’s voice cut back through her reverie, “and after lunch you will get chance to compete in your first games session here.”

She must have pressed another button after her short speech because the plugs chose that moment to pull themselves out from the classes’ anuses causing grunts and moans that turned to yelps as the electricity was re applied. Once the class had settled again the door opened and the mentors filed in, Tessa came over and putting the leash back on Laura, released her from the chair. As Laura left the room, walking slightly uncomfortably after the anal intrusion she caught one last look at the inflated suit, the hand was definitely shaking, like it was waving her goodbye, it would have been comical if Laura was not imagining the screaming, spasming  girl trapped inside.

Back in her room, lunch could only be described as minimal. A cheese sandwich and an apple had been left in the middle of the stone floor for Laura, as she had been given no breakfast, and not knowing when more food would be coming, she devoured it hungrily and sipped water from the basin tap. Tessa had left her to go and attend to other matters but had left the thin leather collar around her neck. From what Laura had learnt about the subject before she had been summoned here she knew it would probably be staying there a while.

Finishing her very light lunch she sat on her bench and wondered what lay in store for her during the afternoon. Some kind of sports match, the teacher had hinted this morning. Laura contemplated what sports they might play here as she let the sunlight warm her back as it streamed through the window. She had discovered the window when she had returned from the class; it was covered by a pair of heavy wooden shutters, but when she opened it gave a view that proved she was in a partially hollowed out mountain like the video had suggested. It gave her the chance to see two things; firstly how vast the estate was, she even had a view of the fabled mansion in the distance, and secondly how futile any sort of escape was from here.

Done with lunch and now with nothing to do she began inspecting the room in more detail, taking inventory of what she had; a hairbrush and a couple of hair bands that Tessa had given her, a flannel and towel next to the basin, and her collar. Not much, but now, after this mornings class she had one hundred credits to work with so she went to the mirror, and like they had been shown tapped it three times and brought up the touch screen information system. Lots of it was blanked out and would only be available to her as she progressed through the hierarchy here, but the shop and jobs buttons were illuminated and ready for her use as well as a general information page telling her she was a ‘slut slave’, a thermometer style bar showed her how far she had to travel before she became just a ‘slave’, at the moment it was very low.

Checking the shop pages again Laura found herself restricted by her lowly position. Only a few items were on sale, hair bands, a sponge and a single pair of high heeled slip on shoes. Laura found that all she could afford with her one hundred was the hair bands and as she had some already she decided to save her precious little until she had more access. Turning to the jobs section she was equally disappointed as it was empty, now with her options exhausted she wondered what she was going to do next.

Before she had long to dwell on her lack of options the door to her room was opened and Tessa strutted back in with her coquettish smile and playful manner. Seeing Laura’s downcast face she approached and circling Laura’s waist cooed in her ear and asked.

“What’s the matter with my little slave?”

Laura was annoyed at the childish way in which she was being treated, but mindful of the whip and crop that Tessa carried she explained her lack of access to any of the items or jobs. To which Tessa just chuckled.

“That will come in time; you have to earn those rights though. Don’t worry the jobs will appear soon, they are not on there now because you have a game this afternoon. Which, is of course one of the reasons I’m here. Now be a good slave and face the bed, spread your legs a bit and place your hands on the bed.”

A second was obviously too long to hesitate and Laura received a sharp smack from the crop on her right buttock.

“Come on now,” Tessa said, still with the gleeful smile on her face, “or the next one will be on a less well padded area.”

Laura quickly turned to the bed, her face turning as scarlet as her smarting ass, she knew she had a good figure and a bum a lot of girls would give up a leg for, but Tessa’s tiny ass, held in by the tight rubber, made her embarrassed to be next to her. She kept still has she felt padded leather cuffs being clasped around each ankle. Laura waited for them to be pulled together or attached but Tessa had turned her attention to her arms, folding them across her back she tied each wrist to the opposite elbow but leaving a long length dangling free. Laura now stood with her shoulders pulled back, making her breasts push out. Humming to herself Tessa used the loose length to tie an elaborate set of loops around her breasts making them poke further out. Satisfied with her handy work she stood back to look over her slave.

“Right, now we just need one more thing to finish.” Tessa said and reached into a belt pouch.

When her hand emerged it was holding a red ball gag with rubber straps. Stepping in front of Laura she let her stand up before firmly taking a nipple in one hand.

“Now lets make this nice and easy,” she said, the impish smile never leaving her face.

Laura understood the implied threat and opened her mouth obediently. The taste of rubber made her think that she would probably be dribbling soon too. Tessa locked the gag in place under her pony tail and re-attached the leash that ran from her belt.

They left the room again with Laura feeling even more self aware than before. With her breasts thrust forward and mouth gagged open she was sure people they past were looking her over, sizing her up. Laura found that the leash and collar actually provided some comfort. Her mind was sure she would be pounced and abused if she was left in these corridors tied like this and alone. A part of her mind was worried by this dependency on her jailer, but for now she was willing to accept the comfort it brought.

The journey through the twisting maze of corridors ended this time in a room not unlike a sports locker room. Benches lined the wall and lockers filled up one wall, Laura could not see them containing anything like normal clothing though. With her in the room she counted ten other women and their guards, outfitted in the same way, all with bright red gags. Seeing the drool coming from some of the other women’s mouths, hanging stingingly from their chins and in some cases dribbling onto their breasts made Laura aware of her own saliva making its way down her face.

Once the slave girls were all assembled the guards left and a monitor on the wall lit up, showing a computer generated image of a playing grid. A voiceover explained how they were one team and would occupy certain squares whilst the other team would be allowed to occupy others. The squares were about two by two meters and lit as to which team was allowed to use them. The object of the game was to get a football into a goal at the opponent’s end of the field, just like regular football. However, that was where the comparison ended, the grid system meant that only one girl could occupy a square at once and movement between squares was only allowed if you did not have the ball in your square. Having a goal scored against you or going into an illegal area would result in the loss of a player; once all players on one team were lost the other side had won. With the rules still spinning round their heads the doors at the other end of the room opened.

Emerging like bewildered sheep Laura found that they were on a short bridge leading to a raised platform containing the pitch they had been shown in the video. As soon as they had crossed the bridge it folded up against the door leaving them stranded on the platform with sheer drops off the sides. Away from the pitch around the sides of the stadium like room were grandstands with many rubber clad women watching the spectacle, some were like the guards and had full cat-suits, others had corsets or only bikini sets and some had elaborate dresses.

Another team had entered on the other side of the pitch, even from that distance Laura could see they all had matching blue gags. She also spotted Kate, her small figure and wide eyes making her look even more vulnerable. Laura was worried about being on an opposing team to her, but was glad that she had the chance to see the girl again.

A horn sounded and squares lit up on the pitch in the corresponding teams colours. Once the women had arranged themselves one to a square the horn sounded again and a ball was thrown onto the pitch. The separation of the squares made physical contact impossible without breaking the rules but left plenty of chances for interception as the ball was passed around. Unsure of themselves at first the game was cautious and slow to begin with, one girl on Laura’s team decided to use this to her advantage and pushed the attack sending the ball hurtling into the net past the surprised woman standing in the square in front of her goal. She was even more surprised when a second later the floor opened up and dropped her beneath the pitch with a muffled scream.

This development stunned the women playing and they took several seconds to respond to instructions to cycle their places so that new women now guarded the goals, looking quite nervous now.

Play continued with a sharper edge, the opposing team scoring a goal and dispatching another slave from the pitch. This stepped the game up another notch and the ball was played faster, the women reaching out with their legs to stop and control the passing sphere. On Laura’s team one girl got too ambitious and after jumping across her square to get to a hurtling ball landed outside the prescribed area. A horn sounded, red lights flashed in the floor and the terrified girl scrambled back onto her square, but it was too late, however, in stead of the instigator being dropped out of the game another member was plunged into the depths.

Things began to go badly after that, Laura’s team lost two more members and only managed to take one in reply, and following that rotation Laura found herself in front of the goal. Breathing deeply through her nose to try and calm her racing heart she managed to fend off two successive attacks on the goal. Watching the ball traverse the pitch several times she did not realise who the girl was standing before her until the ball was at her feet.

Kate had stopped the ball and left it a pace or two in front of her. Looking at her Laura could see the dribbling caused by her gag had run down over her breasts and was now coating her vagina before it would run down the smaller girls legs. Laura could not believe that the girl she had made a connection with the previous day, who had shared orgasms and joy with could condemn her to the pit below. It came as a shock then when Kate, narrowing her eyes lunged forward and struck the ball on a curved path around Laura and into the goal. Gob smacked, Laura stood frozen for a second before the floor opened up and she plunged below the platform.

Her fall was arrested shortly afterwards by netting strung below the playing field, she had not been able to see it from the platform but was truly grateful for it. She had landed on her front with her legs splayed, for a few moment she just stayed still catching her breath. When she had regained some composure she lifted her head and saw the other women lying in various positions, she also saw that the arena edge seating extended downwards so that the spectators could see the deposited women. Realising she had been lying there with her legs spread wide for anyone sitting in the stands behind her she tried to close them. It was then she found her ankles would not move. Her puzzlement was solved when she looked closely at the netting in front of her face and saw the metal wire braided through it. The cuffs around her ankles had wire in them too and had been electro magnetically attached to the net to stop her from moving.

So Laura laid there, ass spread for the spectators watching as other women dropped from the playing field. Her initial embarrassment had dampened and was now replaced by a feeling of betrayal by Kate, her scoring even though she knew what it would do to Laura left a bitter taste in her gagged mouth.

Eventually the rain of women from above came to an end, signalled by a triple horn blast and an announcement that the blue team had won. The red ball gag in Laura’s mouth now felt very large and uncomfortable as she was sure the teams would not just shake hands before heading home.

Above her the hatches reopened and ropes were lowered with a guard holding on. The winning team members were helped up and lifted off and onto the platform whilst the other women had a different fate. It was Tessa on the end of the rope that came down to collect Laura. She landed between Laura’s outstretched legs and gathered up her cuffed ankles. The magnetism release Laura closed her legs and unknowingly made it very easy for Tessa to snap the ankle cuffs together hobbling her. Next she attached to rope to them before having her and Laura hauled back up.

Tessa stepped off onto the pitch as Laura passed it inverted and was pulled up into a hole in the ceiling. After travelling up a short shaft she found herself still suspended and inverted with the other members of her team in another room. Along the walls of the square room protruded long, thick dildoes that curved upwards.

Once all of the loosing team was hanging in the room the floor hatches closed and they were lowered to the floor. With there hands still bound behind them and there ankles cuffed together they laid there waiting. It was not long before there guards came, each going to their charge, looking displeased and working in silence. One or two women tried a pathetic mewing around their gags, but were silenced with swift, sharp cracks of the crop. The guards brought more rope, tying it off so that it formed a belt then added more so that a line ran down from the knots between the breasts of the women down their fronts between their legs and back up and through a loop behind their crossed arms. Several of the guards including Tessa tied several knots in the rope where it passed between the legs of the slave.

Laura found the latest set of ropes did not add too much discomfort, it was not pulled tight through her crotch, but the knots rubbed slightly making her want to shift more to have them move against her pussy. Under the stern gaze of their guards the girls stood repentant. Once all the women were prepared in this way the guards stepped forward again. Laura found Tessa looking at her in a disappointed way, this worried her a lot as it was a big departure from the mischievous grins of the morning. Behind the slaves the guards attached the ropes that had pulled them up into the room onto loose ends of the new ropes that ended just above the arms of the bound slaves. The ropes began rising again, taking up the slack between Laura’s legs. Soon all the women were standing on tiptoes to take the weight off of the rope between their legs, swaying on there shackles legs but unable to fall over or sideways because of the ropes tied around their bodies. After a few seconds the guards all turned away and filed out leaving the women in their bondage. Laura guessed that this must be the punishment for losing the match.

She was partially right, but had not foreseen the next part as the winches started up again and muffled cries filled the room as the women were all slowly hoisted a few feet into the air. Now with all her weight pressing down into the knotted rope between her legs it bit into her slit and ass crack, burying itself as she struggled hopelessly against it. For a few minutes all eleven women in the room did the same, crying through their gags, then one by one they subdued and hung silently, some tearfully their bodies slowly twisting and turning on the end of the ropes.

A few minutes later the winning team was led into the room by their guards, they still had their blue gags in but the other ropes and shackles had been removed. As Laura watched with the rope becoming more and more uncomfortable between her legs each woman was led to one of the dildoes, turned to face into the room and had their hands shacked to bolt holes in the wall above their heads. Once all the team was in position a handful of crops were dropped in the middle of the room. It was explained that their reward was to fuck themselves on the dildoes they were cuffed next to and when they had all climaxed the cuffs would release. The guards did not explain any more, but the suspended girl’s precarious position and the pile of crops set off another round of futile struggling.

As the guards left the women all began rubbing themselves against the large dildoes pushing themselves onto the wide shafts. Some had more luck than others. Laura saw Kate had managed to get the tip into her vagina and was grinding herself on it her eyes unfocused. Another woman had gotten the dildo into her and was sliding up and down onto it, moving into a perpetual squat as she did so. Watching the bizarre display of self pleasure stirred feelings within Laura’s own sore crotch. She noticed though how one girl was obviously still very self conscious, probably especially so while she was being watched by the suspended women as well. With her arms held away from her body by the manacles and the exposure this created she was finding it hard to get herself going and successfully mount her phallus.

Around the room moans were coming from both sets of women, some of pleasure and some of pain. Soon the first of the dildo mounting women was arching her back in orgasm pushing herself down onto to the dildo, burying it deep in her and thrusting out her chest. As she rode the orgasm through her eyes snapped open in shock and her body quivered with pleasure. A few seconds after she had relaxed, still impaled deeply with the dildo she moaned loudly as it retracted by itself and withdrew into the wall. As the spent woman stood there, hanging against her chains Laura could see that as well as the woman’s own juices a thick white liquid was running down her leg. She realised that was the shocked expression on the woman’s face, the dildo had squirted what looked to be a large amount of liquid into her at the point of orgasm.

Around the room, one by one the other women were achieving climax and moaning as the dildoes pulled back out of them. Finally only the uncomfortable looking girl was left, and of course all eyes were now on her. The extra pressure this generated was obviously not helping but she had managed to get the dildo into her and now shut her eyes as she frantically jigged and ground herself upon it. Eventually her eyes opened. She looked terrified but the others could see she was approaching orgasm and her hips were working with or without her say so now. With a terrified look on her face she came once, then shrieking through the gag, again, as the dildo discharged into her, the pressure forcing the liquid out past her clit.

After the dildo had pulled itself from the woman’s pussy the manacles all released and they staggered away from the wall, a few collapsing on the ground. Slowly though they began to get up and tentatively at first, but with increasing boldness began to stroke and rub the suspended losers. Laura could feel a pair of hands massaging her butt, making her shift against the ropes, causing her to moan. She heard a sharp slap and saw one of the other girls shriek as a crop made contact with her bare backside. It was not long then before all the suspended women were being slapped and hit with the leather crops making them jig on their ropes, causing more moans of pain.

Looking down Laura saw Kate standing before her, holding a crop in one hand. A smile was on her face as she delivered two sharp whacks to Laura’s nipples. As Laura swung around on the end of her rope, waiting for the pain to subside the crop came down again against her pussy. Even partially protected by the rope it introduced Laura into a new world of pain as it shot up like a spike into her vagina. As she slowly spun on the end of the rope, other hits fell on her ass and clit, her word turned into a blooming fog of throbbing pain. As it continued she became detached from the reality around her, and even as the slaps fell against her own sore skin she was watching the other women moaning in their own bondage and feeling aroused by this. As the punishment continued the heat in her crotch grew and she could feel herself swelling. This in turn made her more sensitive and the pain increased again. Tears running down her face she weakly struggled in her ropes, her raw pussy, ass and breasts still under attack by the winning team. The pain kept her fro achieving orgasm, but watching the other women twist in this erotic torture and her own building of the ache inside her kept her aroused but unable to release.

Eventually, Laura realised she was lying on the ground, free of her ropes. Opening her eyes was a struggle and her jaw ached from wearing the gag that had now been mercifully removed. Once the losing slaves were all semi conscious they were herded out of the room and back to their own. A few could stagger but most including Laura spent most of their journey crawling, the raw pain between their legs making movement agonising. After some time and a lot of cajoling with crops the slaves made it back to their rooms.

Tessa helped a semi lucid Laura into the sunken bath, gave her a few sips of water from a straw and left. Lying their naked and ravaged Laura didn’t dare imagine how long her injuries would take to heal. As she laid their, she began to sob, too exhausted to move. The sobbing didn’t stop when she felt herself warming slowly, as the bath filled with a creamy white liquid, she didn’t even have the strength or will to move to escape whatever might be coming next. As her body became immersed in the liquid she drifted from conscious once again into an exhausted and thankfully dreamless sleep.