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 HELOISE, Chapter 9



   Her owners took to heart Chet's warning that they must keep her
constantly in pain.  No more easygoing leniency, no more ecstasy when they
used or punished her.  She was constantly not just hurting a little or a
lot, but ever fearful what evilly ingenious new torture they would inflict.

   First came the new rules and schedule.  She was again fed just once a
day, at bedtime.  Then up at six, move her bowels (and only then), give
herself an enema to make sure she was clean and ready for use, bathe and
dress.  Six-fifteen, prepare breakfast and serve Master and Mistress and
bathe them.  Then the fun started.  Nipple clamps at all times, Mistress
selecting different kinds to suit her mood.  Once while using her, Mistress
asked what she missed most from her previous life and Hole answered
unthinkingly, "Underwear." Now her honesty came back to haunt her. 
Mistress provided her with underwear.  The very next day she was provided
with luxuriously soft leather bra and panties -- soft but with metal studs
that just missed being sharp enough to break the skin on the inside,
pressing into her most sensitive areas.  Next Mistress wound rope around
and around her rib cage all the way from under her breasts down to the
waist to serve as a corset, rope around her hips and up between her legs,
rope around her breasts.

   Master was more interested in exploring the possibilities of the dungeon
and almost always used the hated hoodwink on her, knowing how it
intensified her pain and made time seem to stretch forever.  He stretched
her on the rack, dripped hot wax on her, left her riding the horse, hanging
from the ceiling with weight clamps attached all over her, bent over to
receive the whacks of his latest toy, the spanking machine for hours hours
on end.  To add insult to injury, never fucked her anymore.  Even when they
used her and fired up the flames of arousal within her, and themselves,
they would stop and make love to each other instead of screwing her.

   The very worst punishment, though, was the simplest.  It was evening and
she was in her accustomed squatting position as Master and Mistress watched
TV.  She waited for a commercial break and begged permission to pee only to
be shocked when Master said no.  Permission had never been denied before.
Instead Mistress ordered her to go to the kitchen and bring in a bottle of
soda.  When she returned with the two-liter bottle Mistress said,
"Chug-a-lug it." She obeyed and returned to her position.

   "You can pee when this show is over," Master said.

   Hole snuck a look at the clock -- more than a half-hour.  Discomfort
became torture, torment, unbearable agony, yet she bore it.  Finally as the
show finished and the theme music played Master, rather than letting her
go, ordered her, "Suck my cock."

   Any other time she would have been thrilled to provide such a service to
her Master but the ache of her bloated bladder and cramped muscles was
killing her.  She performed as best she could, making him come as quickly
as she could.  Only after she swallowed the last drop did he dismiss her
and she fairly flew to her room and barely made it in time.  Since then
Master had refined this treatment, forcing her to drink until she was ready
to burst and then squat over a bedpan until he gave her permission to pee
and failure to hold on before he said to let go invariably led to an
especially horrid session in the dungeon.

   The only time she escaped them was when they sent her to town to pick up
groceries or cash her paycheck.  She had bought a bike for the purpose, an
old-fashioned one with basked on the handlebars and over the rear wheel. 
As she became familiar to the townsfolk they became more friendly.  They
all "knew" that she was a young woman with a troubled past who had just
gotten out of rehab before the Forrests, out of kindness had hired her. 
All this came from the new identity that Agent Smithers had created for her
and she was so used to living it that she was almost forgetting her real
past.  When payday rolled around she was thrilled to be sent to town so she
could deposit it.  It would give her a chance to chat with the bank teller
and the store clerks, find out what was going on in the real world.  It
didn't even matter that she was wearing nipple clamps and underwear that
felt like it was made of fiberglass.

   "Grab you ankles," Mistress commanded before sending her off.

   Hole complied and Mistress flipped up her skirt and pulled down her
panties.

   "There have been three rapes in the area in the last couple months," she
said conversationally, "so I got a chastity belt to protect you.  Just in
case some perv tries to drag you into the bushes and have his way with
you."

   It was laughable but all Hole said was, "That's very kind of you,
Mistress." But why did she have to bend over to put a chastity belt on?

   Because it was designed not just to keep strangers out but to keep her
fuckholes filled.  Mistress worked the buttplug in and shove the painfully
wide phallus up her cunt and ordered her to stand.  The chains were
adjusted (too tightly, of course) and the locks snapped shut.

   "There!" Mistress chirped, pleased with herself, "Now you should be
safe. Off you go."

   Safe indeed!  Hole knew Mistress had probably found out that she was
making friends and decided to force her to go and return as quickly as
possible, driven by the pain inflicted by the "chastity belt".  The plug
and the dildo worked excrutiatingly inside her as she pedalled, nearly
bringing tears to her eyes.  She seriously thought of trying to escape,
just cashing her check, closing her account and running, Or going to the
cops.  Confessing to old Mrs.  Forrest's murder and getting sent to prison
might be better than what she was suffering through now.  But Smithers
probably had contacts with police everywhere -- if she were arrested, she
thought, Mr.  Federal Agent would undoubtedly find out immediately, show
up, flash his badge at the locals and tell them "Thanks very much, we'll
take over the case." She decided to stay and hoped.  Maybe her owners would
tire of their current games and things could go back to the way they were
before.  It worked.

   She fidgeted impatiently as she waited in line at the bank, wanting to
scream at everybody to hurry the hell up.  The two women ahead of her were
discussing the rapes that had occurred, saying how awful it was that
big-city crime was breaking out here.  She finished the rest of her errands
in record time and got back to the house as quick as she could.  Mistress
looked at her watch and smirked but said nothing as she unlocked the
chastity belt and allowed Hole to remove it.  That evening when Master
announced that he and Mistress were going to Hawaii for a week and they'd
be leaving her at the Order's mansion in San Francisco she was thrilled
that she would be getting a break from them.

   * * * * * * *



   The mansion reminded Hole of Roissy.  Happily she was not a drudge,
scrubbing toilets and washing pots and pans as she had at the Order's other
place.  This time she was a sex slave, pure and simple, available for the
amusement of the members.  On the very first day she was whipped, spanked,
used by two mistresses and a master.  She went to bed happier than she had
been in weeks.  In between her duties were just to serve food and drinks to
the members.  Her contentment being fucked an punished lasted only a few
days before things turned ugly.

   It started when she was serving coffee and pastries to the members in
the salon.  She only half-heard their discussion of Japanese rope bondage.
One was holding forth the virtues of "asymmetrical" bondage, whatever that
meant.  She soon discovered.  He selected her for a demonstration. 
Wrapping the rope around her below her breasts he suspended her from the
ceiling but that was just the start.  Her left hand was bound behind her to
her right ankle, forcing her body into an arch.  Finally rope was run from
her collar up between her legs and pulled up until she was standing only on
the toes of her left foot.  The rope was secured to the ceiling and voila!
a work of art, at least to the masters present.

   She had suffered worse, of course, and the rope cutting into her pussy
actually aroused it.  But what came next horrified her.  A mistress led in
a ridiculously tall girl slave clad in a frilly neglige, bra, panties,
garters and stockings.  She had beautiful long hair and expertly applied
makeup.  Hole did a double-take and realized it wans't a woman at all, but
a man.  Six-two at least he was standing in spike high heels, every inch of
his muscular runner's body had been shaved and his package was tuck back
between his legs.

   "This is Cissy," the mistress announced, "she isn't going in for her
initiation till next month but I thought it's time for her to have some new
experiences."

   "Is that right, Cissy?" one oft he masters asked.

   "Oh, thertainly, Thir," the slave replied, "my Mithtreth has never
shared me with otherth."

   "Really?" another said to the mistress, "you've kept him all to
yourself?"

   She nodded to Cissy to answer and he told them, "Oh, no.  I'm thorry to
thay that it hath taken a long time for my Mithtreth to cire me of my
ridiculouth male pride and teach me to therve her completely."

   Once it was established that Cissy had never sucked cock or taken a cock
nor even a dildo up his ass evil grins spread from appeared on all the
masters faces.  Hole could not tear her eyes away from the spectacle as
Cissy was forced to crawl from one master to another and perform fellatio
on them.  He obviously hated it and had no skill at all, earning their
displeasure.  When he was finished his owner screamed him for shaming her
with his poor performance.  She ordered him to strip and tied him to the
post.  She gave him such a whipping that Hole thought his skin would be
flayed off him as he continuously lisped his apologies and begged
forgiveness.  The masters debated who would be the first to take his ass
and the argument grew heated until they reached a compromise.

   Two female slaves were ordered to tease him and as they kissed and
licked him and ran vibrators lightly over his cock and balls until he was
rock hard and his balls were so blue they turned purple.  He wept, which he
hadn't even during his whipping, pitifully trying to evade the hands that
taunted him.  His mistress informed the others that she had only allowed
him to come as a reward for excellent service and he hadn't had an orgasm
inn over six weeks.  Once he was at the point of exploding one of the
masters took charge.  A thin leather thong was wrapped around his cock and
balls and the ends clamped to his nipples.  Cissy was now silent and
appeared to have gone almost catatonic.

   After he had been taken down and given three enemas to ensure his
cleanliness the masters' he was instructed kneel over an ottoman.  The
compromise was announced: none of them would take his virginity.  Instead,
"to make sure it was done right" they called in the slave with the biggest
cock in the place.  He was a short Asian, impeccably subservient to all
masters and mistresses and it was agreed that giving him first go was a
fitting reward for being such an exemplary slave.  Hole's eyes nearly
popped out of her head when she saw him.  If he wasn't literally hung like
a horse, he came damned close.  He was certainly as big as the biggest
dildo Hole had ever had shoved into her.  She couldn't bear to watch as the
huge organ was forced into Cissy's narrow opening but she couldn't shut out
the non-stop screams that the poor slave could no longer hold back.  Hole
had always been disturbed by male slaves -- for some reason it seemed
natural for women, but enslaving men the same way was somehow unnatural. 
And to see a man so feminized, so destroyed, so viciously treated
frightened her to the core.  And to suffer such indignity at the hands of a
fellow slave!



   She had no time to dwell on Cissy's plight, though, as masters and
mistresses thought up new uses and torments for her.  Apparently her owners
had set some kind of limit that no permanent scars be left on her and the
others found far worse punishments.  Down in the dungeon, one Cissy's
mistress taught the others her method for "sensitizing" a slave so
whippings and other punishments would have maximum effect.  She was
stretched out on a steel frame and it was raised so she was parallel to the
floor.  A torch was passed slowly under her body so the flame just missed
touching her skin.  It lingered on her breasts and privates, singeing her
pubic hair.  After her front was complete done the frame was reversed and
the same treatment applied to her ass and back and the backs of her arms
and legs.

   "The trick," the mistress explained, "is you can't hold it too close, or
too long in any one spot.  What you want is like a half-degree burn."

   After she had been allowed to cool Hole was suspended with her legs
spread wide and two slaves ordered to give her a thorough strapping.  The
mistress was right -- her skin was super-sensitive.  The whipping brought
her back to the good old early days with her owners, each lash was a joy
and she came over and over, trying in vain to hide her pleasure.  To deny
her the enjoyment of being punished the masters and mistresses set about
degrading her as she had never been before.  She was robotically
triple-fucked.  Bound on a sawhorse with her ass barely sticking over the
end they arranged piston-driven dildoes in her ass and cunt for maximum
penetration.  Then a special phallus was inserted in her mouth.  It was a
dildo within a dildo so that as it ran the inner one sprang forward to hit
the back of her throat and periodically shoot some thick, vile-tasting
liquid into her mouth.  She was pitted against fellow slaves in races,
crawling on her belly through a muddy course and kept at it until she
finally won a race.  She spent whole days on her knees in the men's room to
serve as a urinal.  She was bound and left in the tub that the slaves used
as a toilet until only her nose showed through the urine and wastes.

   When she was finally released, she was broken.  She was utterly
incapable of even thinking about disobedience.  She could no longer take
pleasure in anything, not sex, not punishment, not even a worthless slave's
pride in performing flawlessly for her masters and mistresses.  What little
spark she had left died when she realized she had been here for more than a
week.  Longer, in fact, than the four weeks service her owners had pledged
her to when they joined the Order.  They had abandoned her.  Now she was
the slave of everyone -- and no one.

   Agent Smithers showed up inflicted a new punishment one her.  He gave
her a freezing cold enema and sealed it in with a buttplug, leaving it in
while he whipped and used her.  She hardly even felt anything besides her
overfilled bowels cramping and twisting in protest.  After he finished she
was surprised to find that he was quite chatty.  He asked her about Master
and Mistress.  Normally she would have refused to answer but they had
abandoned her so she told him everything he wanted to know.  The next day
Smithers suggested that she be allowed to compete as a gladiatrix and all
the other masters and mistresses agreed.

   The games were held in a cement pit in the garden that had once been a
fountain.  It was about twenty feet across and half filled with sand. 
Slaves were pitted against each other and only won by raping their
opponent. Hole was mystified and the slave instructing her explained that
women were given a dildo for the purpose.  "Remember," she was told,
"you've got to keep it in for the count of thirty."

   Her first opponent was Cissy and she was shocked by his appearance.  The
clear, smooth skin was now covered with welts and scars and his eyes, like
hers, had a dead look to them.  She felt sorry for him, recalling what he
had suffered and was totally unprepared for his onslaught when the whistle
blew.  He lunged at her and knocked her down in the first half second.  Her
breath was knocked out of her but she recovered enough to throw sand in his
eyes and try to kick him in the balls.  This only enraged him and he seized
her leg as she tried to scrabble away.  She escaped and struggled to her
feet but he tripped her, caught her wrists and twisted her arms up behind
her back.  Once he got her on the ground, her face pressed into the sand,
it was over.  He rammed his cock up her asshole, raping her as viciously as
any master ever had.  When he finished he stood triumphantly with one foot
on her throat just like the Roman gladiators.

   As she lay defeated, humiliated, half dead, something awoke in Hole. 
Pride -- at least pride enough to be ashamed at losing, ashamed of being
raped by a fellow slave.  And anger, anger at herself for losing, at Cissy
for winning.  Who did that little faggot think he was, anyway?  As a faint
spark of herself rekindled she vowed to revenge herself.  Cissy was taken
away but she was left in the ring to await her next opponent.

   There was a buzz of conversation from the members seated around the ring
as the next contestant was brought out, then silence fell.  It was the
horse-hung Asian that she had witnessed taking Cissy's cherry.  He will not
win, Hole vowed to herself.  The whistle blew and she circled around the
edge of the pit.  He grinned, expecting an easy victory.  He was in no
hurry.  He took her down and she rolled him over to the wall and grabbed
his hair.  She slammed his head into the concrete, once, twice, three
times! While he was dazed she made her move, grabbing hold of his testicles
with her left hand and locking her thighs around his head.  By the time he
recovered enough to try to escaped she had the dildo in his asshole.  He
rolled and squirmed and punched and kicked but she managed to hold on.  She
squeezed and dug her nails into his balls and for good measure took his
cock in her mouth and bit down on it.  He went limp and quit struggling
against her as she violated his ass with the dildo.  The members in the
stands cheered for her but she didn't hear and even as the thirty seconds
she needed to win were counted down she kept going, viciously reaming her
enemy's ass.  A slave had to go into the ring to stop her and when she
realized she'd won she had the most powerful orgasm of her whole life.  For
good measure she took a triumphal piss right in the man's face, spraying
her caustic urine into his eyes and mouth.

   The members argued among themselves whether Hole's victory had been a
fluke so they decided to break tradition.  Rather than release her, as
winners usually were, they sent another slave into the ring against her, a
tall, fat female who outweighed her by at least fifty pounds.  Hole made
short work of her.  They sent in a male who had a string of victories to
his credit.  Hole couldn't subdue him but by choking, gouging and kicking
she prevented him from entering her.  Her next match, against a wiry little
man, was the hardest.  They were evenly matched but he was well
experienced. It looked like another draw but in the final seconds she
managed to get her dildo inside him and keep it in for the required thirty
count.

   As she was led from the pit back to slave quarters she was higher than
any drug could possibly make her feel.  Her sister slaves gently bathed,
oiled and massaged her and she chose one, a brunette she had lusted after
since her arrival and used her all night long.  She was out of the
darkness. She was happy again.