Enslaved on an Alien World Ch 02
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Maria and Heidi were returned to their individual cells a couple of hours before they emerged from sedation. Naked, each was laid out on her rough plank bed. On went the heavy iron collar from which ran a chain to a ring-bolt in the wall. Then their wrists were locked in to the manacles on the collar.
Completely helpless...
Hans looked down at the senseless Heidi. His hand ran over the light blonde down on her mound. That would be coming off that morning, he reckoned. He casually fingered the girl. He was looking forward to having a piece of that. Nice and young... and near-virgin tight. He wondered when he would get the order, feeling a pleasant stirring in his balls.
Meanwhile Cassim was similarly fondling Maria... and having similar thoughts.
The two men emerged, the doors clanged shut and were locked and bolted. Not, of course, really a necessary precaution... but such procedures increased the girls’ feelings of helplessness.
In due time they woke.
First bewildered...
Oh where am I? What has happened?
I am naked... and lying on something uncomfortably hard. Have I had an accident? And what is this horrible thing around my neck.
Then the memories suddenly came crowding back in.
Hideous memories!
Horrifying memories!
Unbelievable memories!
The chains clank. It’s not a nightmare. It’s real! Real! Real!
Oh no... no... no! It cannot be!
Yet it is!
Oh dear God, how can you let this happen to me? I know I was wicked. I know I shouldn’t have tried to do that wicked thing. But... surely... surely... I don’t deserve this?
God... please help. Please!
Oh I’ll be so good in future. I will. I will!
But help me. Help me now. Now!
Silence. Except for the sound of one’s own sobs.
No help comes.
I am alone. Abandoned. Chained helpless. Naked as a baby.
It’s monstrous! Unbelievably vile!
They are inhuman!
Oh the incredible agony of those rods!
Never must that happen again. I would rather die. It was beyond all reason. Beyond all bearing.
I would do anything rather that have that happen again.
Yes... at least, I would try. Yes... I’m sure I would.
At least I think I would...
But what they ask is impossible!
How can I do such things? How? How!
But, if I don’t...
Oh no... no... no...
The tears flow faster.
Thus Maria and Heidi lie in their cells, racked by their thoughts and imaginings. They tremble. In mortal dread of what lies ahead. Each is filled with despair. Yet desperate.
Perhaps they will be able to escape?
They must try. But how? These iron collars and chains. Impossible. But perhaps there will be a way. Please God, make there be a way.
Perhaps an earthquake may come. The walls would fall down. Then they would run and run. Free again!
Oh God... make it happen!
Please... please!
But, in her heart of hearts, each girl knows it will not happen. Each already feels doomed. The sick horror fills them and they tremble even more.
Zelda’s two assistants approached the cells. Madame Melissa, it seemed, would be in the Training Room within ten minutes and the girls were to be taken there in readiness.
With pleasurable anticipation, Hans drew back the bolts on Heidi’s cell door and unlocked it. Cassim was doing likewise with Maria’s.
Ah yes... she really was a dish, this young blonde. Look at those blue eyes! So blue. As round as saucers. Filled with shocked horror as she cringed back to the wall. Look at those lovely young tits. So fulsome, yet so firm. Bet she’d like to cover them. But she can’t. Hans strolled towards Heidi.
A whimpering sound. A sob. “D-Don’t... t-touch me... don’t... please... ” came the desperate entreaty.
Hans slapped the girl’s face and she uttered a shocked cry.
“You, my pretty, are disobeying orders,” said Hans. “And a slave-girl does not disobey her Master.”
With a sudden movement, he twisted Heidi over, pinioning her down with a knee on her back.
“N-Noo... ooooo!”
The curvaceous young bottom was uppermost. Smooth and honey-coloured. It looked almost edible. Certainly it looked slappable. So Hans slapped it. And slapped it hard. And as he did so, he spoke.
“You, young lady... ”
“... have already forgotten... ”
Slap! Slap!
“... or so it seems... ”
Slap! Slap!
“Ahhh... no... stop... stoppppp!”
“You, slave... ”
Slap! Slap!
“... should be kneeling erect... ”
Slap! Slap!
“... legs wide apart... ”
Slap! Slap!
“... as a sign of respect for your Master... ”
Slap! Slap!
“SSTTOOO... OPPPP... PLEASE... STOO... OPPPPP!”
“... that’s the posture... ”
Slap! Slap!
“SSTTT... OPPPPPP... OH NO... M-MORE!”
“... every time I enter!”
Slap! Slap!
Hans stepped back, rubbing his palms together. The right one was glowing hot. But, he knew, Heidi’s softer bottom was glowing even hotter. The honey had now taken on a pink-red hue. There were the blotches of his fingers and his palm. It was a nice bottom to slap. Beautifully resilient.
Heidi was sobbing, blonde head drooping.
“Do you want some more?” Now slapping sound were coming from the cell next door. Maria was obviously being treated similarly.
“N-No... p-please... mmmfff... mmmffff... please... n-no... ”
“No... what?”
Hans slapped the still-upturned bottom hard.
“Ooow... ahhh... M-Master... no... Master... ” gasped Heidi. Oh God... how difficult it was to remember these things! How difficult it was to make oneself do them! But you had to. You had to. They were relentless.
“Better,” nodded Hans. “Now adopt the posture, girl.”
Heidi’s lovely breasts heaved up and down as she forced herself up on to her knees. She turned her tear-filled eyes away from her tormentor.
“Look at me” insisted Hans. “You’d better watch it, girl. That kind of thing can be construed as insolence. And slave get caned for that.”
Heidi flinched and gasped. “O-Ohh... n-no... oooo... ”
“Oh yes,” said Hans. “Open your legs wider.”
The smooth, curving thighs parted a little wider.
“Mmmmf... mmmmfff... mmmfff... ”
“Wider than that!”
“Ooooh... p-please... mmmmfff... mmmffff... ”
“Wider I say! You’re supposed to be showing your pussy, girl... don’t you realise that?”
“U-ughh... uuughhh... mmmffff... mmmffff... ” Heidi splayed her thighs fully wide. What else could she do?
“That’s more like it,” said Hans. “And that’s the posture you adopt whenever I, or anyone else for that matter, comes into this cell. Don’t you forget it, my girl... or you’ll get more than a smack-bottom. I assure you!”
“Mmmmfff... uuuuuughh... mmmmmffffff... mmmfffff... ”
Oh God... another terrible day had begun!
Oh God... how could she endure it?
Hans unlocked the chain from off the ring-bolt. “Down,” he ordered, rather as if Heidi were a dog. The girl slipped to the floor. She staggered. Hans saw her trembling uncontrollably and decided to give her the daily stimulant injection immediately.
As the needle jabbed in, Heidi shrieked. All the same, it had an almost instantaneous calming effect. It was a miraculous d**g, soothing jangling nerves whilst increasing endurance to a remarkable degree. The ‘fainting threshold’ was extended three or four times. Which was fortunate... especially in the early days of training... otherwise a girl would have had to be repeatedly revived.
“Come along,” said Hans, giving a little tug on the chain. Sagging slightly from the weight of the heavy iron collar, Heidi stumbled from the cell. Maria already stood there, weeping and trembling like herself. Her bottom was also a nice rosy hue.
“Rather forgetful young ladies, aren’t they?” smiled Cassim.
“They are indeed,” agreed Hans. “But they’ll learn. In time they’ll learn.”
As casually as if they were taking two pets for a stroll, the two assistants made their way through the cellar passageways and into the Training Room. There, nervous and fearful, each had her chain fastened over a hook in one wall.
“Your Mistress will be here shortly,” announced Hans, “so I advise both of you to be on your best behaviour. No tantrums, no disobedience. Or you know what will happen!”
Standing side by side, Maria and Heidi sobbed with terror.
Melissa wore a black leather cat-suit which moulded to her superb figure. She was shod in calf-length boots of red leather, the heels being five-inch stilettos. From her waist-belt dangled the tightly-plaited leathern riding switch which she now customarily affected. The leather was of the same bright red as her boots.
“On your knees!” The command came from Cassim.
Quaking, Maria and Heidi sank down. Melissa’s entrance had filled them with an even greater dread.
Click-clack, click-clack. The stiletto heels were loud on the wooden floor. Melissa moved with sinuous grace... a dominating presence indeed.
“Well, well... I hope you two have learnt a lesson... ”
Silence... but for the sobbing.
“Stop that noise!” It was Hans who rasped... but the sobbing continued.
„This morning,” said Melissa, “I think we will begin by shaving them. Then ringing them.”
“Very well, Ma’am... ” Cassim had been expecting such a move.
“Start with that one.” Melissa pointed at the cringing Maria.
Instantly the brunette was seized. She began to shriek in protest... even though she was unaware of what was about to happen to her.
“N-Nooo... ooo... stopp... please... oooohh... I h-haven’t done anything... oooohhhhh... please... let... me... go... ooooo... ”
Hans and Cassim lifted her up while Heidi watched petrified.
Then Maria was placed on her back on one of the wooden tables. First her wrists were secured by straps; then leathern thongs went about her ankles. From her ankles ran slim chains... up to a beam above. Her ankles were lifted high, then pulled apart.
“SSTTTOOOO... OPPPP... OOOOOHHH... STOOOO... OPPPP!”
Splayed, the girl was blatantly exposed. In moment, Cassim appeared with a small electric razor.
“This will make you look even prettier,” he said, smiling evilly.
The razor buzzed. Easily it ran over Maria’s mound, depilating her swiftly. The black fuzz was brushed away, the white smoothness of her mound appeared and the coral-pink sex-lips pouted prominently.
“Oh yes... very pretty,” purred Cassim.
“Uuurrfff... uuurrrffff... urrrrfff... ” sobbed Maria at this violation of her girlish pubic down.
It was horrible... horrible... what they were doing!
Disgusting! Obscene!
How could they!
Cassim rubbed cream into the soft sex-flesh and mound.
“Oh you b**st... y-you... b-b-beeeee... eeeast!”
Cassim just smiled a complacent smile. “Yes... that’s much better.”
Maria sobbed her heart out.
But, of course, worse was to some.
Cassim now approached with a long needle which he plugged into a battery. Very soon, the needle began to glow red-hot. Melissa, seated, one long limb across the other, watched complacently from an armchair. Ringing somehow set the seal on a girl’s servitude. It really brought it home to her.
So much the better...
Cassim signed to Hans. “Hold her head,” he said.
“Wh-What... are you doing... what... what’s that?”
Cassim took hold of the tip of Maria’s nose. “I advise you to keep very still,” he said.
“NO... OOOOOOOO!”
The needle approached... then jabbed. Only in the last fraction of a second did Maria realise what was happening to her. She shrieked in terror... then shrieked even more loudly as the flesh briefly sizzled.
There was the faint smell of it...
“Not so bad, was it?” said Cassim. With swift precision, he fitted a silver ring through the hole he had just made in Maria’s septum. The girl just sobbed and sobbed, the degradation of what had been done searing through her.
Then she felt her left breast seized by the upthrust nipple.
“NO... OOOOOOOOO!”
An even more anguished shriek of terror. But, of course, of no avail.
Once more the red-hot needle approached. Once more it plunged. This time through the projecting nipple.
“Yyyyyaaaiiiieeeeeeeeeee!”
Cassim just smiled. The next moment he had slipped a ring through the new hold he had made. The right breast was seized.
“AAAAGHHHHH... NO... NO... OOOOO!”
Jab... sizzle...
“Yyyyeeeeee... aaaaaghhhhhh!”
Then another ring slipped into place.
“Excellent,” nodded Melissa. “Now deal with this little blonde bitch, please.”
“It will be a pleasure,” smiled Hans.
Needless to say, Heidi, who had just had to watch what had been done to her sister, reacted with panic-stricken horror. Desperately, wildly, she ran hither and thither about the Training Room.
“NO... NO... YOU CAN’T... YOU CAN’T... OOOOH... YOU MUSN’T!”
It didn’t take long for Hans and Cassim to catch the girl. Kicking and struggling, shrieking wildly, she was brought back to another table and thumped down on it on her back. The bonds went on. Her honey-coloured limbs were raised and splayed... and the razor went to work again.
Now the red-hot needle approached once more. The shrieks grew more frantic. But there was no evading what had been prescribed. Like her sister Maria, Heidi was swiftly ringed.
Jab and sizzle...
Jab and sizzle...
Jab and sizzle...
And three silver rings were nicely in place.
“Thank you, Hans,” said Melissa. “Release them, if you please.”
The leathern bonds came away, the limbs were lowered.
“Up... up... off there... and kneel before your Mistress,” came the barked commands.
Weeping unrestrainedly, Maria and Heidi knelt before Melissa, hideously conscious of the rings which now dangled from them. It was a horrifying sensation... with an a****l-like quality about it. One thought of cattle with rings.
“Are you beginning to realise that you are truly slaves?” enquired Melissa. “And feel like it?”
“Mmmmmfff... mmmffff... ugh... ugh... mmmmmfff... ” came the combined sobs.
“Answer!” rasped Melissa, unlooping the switch from her belt.
“Y-Yes... yes... ”
“Aggh... yes... M-Mistress... ”
“Good. That is as it should be,” said Melissa complacently. “Now we will proceed with a few simple tests. To see if your behaviour has improved since our last session. That ended, if I remember correctly, in both of your getting a really sound thrashing. Let it be clearly understood that, if you do not satisfy me this morning, that thrashing will be repeated.”
Both Maria and Heidi shuddered violently, their tears falling ceaselessly.
“Very well, Maria... show yourself to your Master, Cassim... in the manner you have been taught.”
“Mmmmf... uuuurrrrffff... oh... oh... p-please... ”
“This instant!”
Shuddering horribly, Maria got down on to hands and knees and turned her hindquarters towards Cassim. One could see the effort she had to make. Only sheer terror drove her to it. She raised her shapely young bottom and parted her thighs, but only a little.
Ssswwweeeee... cccrrraaacccckkkk!
Melissa’s switch fell across the curving buttocks... and Maria twisted, squirming and squirming with pain, clasping at herself.
“I want it higher than that. Up... up! Come on... quick... quick!”
Sobbing, Maria struggled back into position. Though it went against every grain, she knew she had to do it. Unless she wished to suffer that agonising switch again and again.
For what did sensitivity count in such circumstances?
Or girlish modesty?
They simply had to be repressed.
Up came Maria’s bottom. Up it came high. Thrusting fully. Then the thighs hesitantly parted.
“Wider than that, girl! - Come on. You’re showing him everything you’ve got. Inviting him!”
“Uuuurfff... urrfff... uuurrrffff... ” Maria’s nails clawed into the floor. Never before had she felt such abysmal degradation. Shaven... rings dangling... displaying herself in this monstrously indecent fashion.
“That’s better,” Melissa tapped the thrusting bottom with the tip of her switch, seeing the nates clench and quiver in dread. “And that is the posture you will always adopt when you show yourself to your Master. No half measures, you understand, girl? You stick those two holes up at him for all you’re worth!”
Melissa turned to the blonde Heidi. She liked this girl. She liked her spirit. It was going to be great fun to break her utterly.
“Now you,” she said, smiling. “Show Hans all you’ve got. And, if you don’t do it right the first time, I shall lay this across your bottom good and hard.” The switch swished menacingly... and Heidi quailed. Though the anger flared in her... and the bitterness of submission was like gall in her throat, she had enough sense to realise that refusal or rebellion was useless. Stupid, indeed. It would only bring her instant pain. With raging hate in her heart, she got down on her hands and knees and postured herself blatantly before Hans just as Maria had done before Cassim.
“That’s good,” said Melissa coolly. “I see we’re learning a little obedience.” She saw Heidi shudder with the effort of self-control. She knew just how great that effort must be. When one had a bit of temper. Oh yes... how difficult it was. She tapped Heidi’s bottom lightly with the switch and, as Maria’s had done, the nates clenched with dread. “Obviously, you don’t like the feel of this,” she said sneeringly. Then she turned to her assistants. “Well, boys, what do you think? A little better behaved this morning, eh?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” they agreed, smiling happily.
Melissa smiled back. “Now, slaves,” she continued, “you are going to learn to humble yourselves a little further. That’s good for the soul. The soul of a slave-girl anyway! Now, Maria, repeat after me the following words. ‘The holes I am showing my Master... ”
There was a pause before Maria’s whispered words could be heard.
“Louder!” barked Melissa.
“Th-The h-holes... I... I am showing my Master... ”
“Are for my Master’s pleasure... ”
“Mmmf... u-ugh... a-are... are for m-my M-Master’s... pleasure... ”
“Since I am his slave... .”
“S-Since... uuurrfff... urrrfff... I... agh... am... his slave... ”
“He may make use of them whenever he so desires.”
“Ugh... uuggh... uuurrrfff... h-he... huugh... he... m-may make use... uuuughhh... of them... whenever... he... s-so... desires... ”
“That’s right,” said Melissa, once again tapping Maria’s bottom lightly. “That’s what a slave is for. And you are a slave, Maria, aren’t you? You fully realise that now?”
“Y-Yer... esss... ”
Ssssweeeeee... cccrraaaccckkkkk!
Once more the red leather switch sent Maria squirming and kicking across the floor. Her head was flung back, her mouth gaped with her gasping shrieks, as she clamped her hands to her threshing bottom.
“Yes... what?” demanded Melissa.
“Aggh... uuuugh... aaaaghh... M-Mistress... aaaaghhh... yes... Mistress!” choked Maria.
“Get back where you were!”
Once more Maria’s bottom came up. Once more the thighs were parted as wide as could be. Two bright red, twin-tracked weals now encircled her ivory-white buttock-flesh.
Melissa moved across to the honey-coloured Heidi. “Now you,” she said, “let’s hear your little catechism. ‘The holes I am now showing my Master... ”
As her sister had done, Heidi repeated the humiliating words, whilst Melissa sawed the switch across her flinching flesh.
“And you, too, now fully realise that you are a slave?” concluded Melissa.
“Y-Yes... Mistress,” answered Heidi quickly. Her desire to avoid the switch was urgent.
But... oh God... how long could she go on making herself submit and obey in this obscenely degrading and inhuman way? Inside, she was boiling with hate and fury.
The devils... the devils... the devils!
Oooohhhh... she could murder them!
But as the word ‘murder’ came into her mind, she felt a terrible stab of regret and remorse. It was because she had once contemplated murder before that she was where she was now! At least, that was what Heidi thought.
Melissa seated herself. “Well then,” she said, “we will proceed a stage further.” She paused. “Both of you will now use your fingers. Play with yourselves. You understand?”
There were shocked gasps from both. Could they have heard right? Could this possibly be true? Such disgusting filth.
“I shall repeat the order once more,” said Melissa calmly. “If it is not obeyed, I shall have you tied down to the whipping block and I will give you a dozen strokes apiece. I mean it! Now... start playing... ”
Two terrible sobbing groans rose up.
The utter indecency of what they had to do... before this inhuman woman... before these men... was quite intolerable! But what was the alternative? In any event, they both knew they would be made to do it in the end!
Two hands came down and under.
Two fingers were inserted.
Those fingers began to move.
Hans and Cassim were grinning... and there was the faint trace of a smile on Melissa’s lovely features.
“Come on,” she said. “Don’t be shy. Work those fingers. You do when you’re alone in bed, I’m sure!”
Oh those cruel words!
So cruel because they were true!
Yes... of course they did it. But that was in private. And never admitted.
“Come on... faster than that. Get working!”
The fingers worked and delved faster. They had to. Both Maria and Heidi could be heard sobbing their shame.
How utterly dreadful it was!
Oh God... soon those feelings would begin...
And then... and then...
Oh no... not in front of all of them!
“Come on... faster still! Why pretend you’re not beginning to enjoy it?”
Then Melissa had an idea. A sure way of speeding up the action.
“I shall give the girl who comes last five strokes,” she announced.
There were two strangled gasps.
Then, immediately, both sets of fingers began to work with a kind of desperate speed.
“That’s more like it,” smiled Melissa. Oh the power of pain! “Come on, you randy young trollops, let’s see you really go!”
Almost immediately, Maria and Heidi began to pant. At the same time, their haunches jerked in co-operation with the moving fingers. They began to think less and less about the spectacle they were making of themselves and more and more about the sensations they were arousing within themselves. And the threat that hung over them was not in their minds!
“Oh yes, that’s much better!”
“Hughh... hhaaahhh... huhhh... hahhh,” Maria was gasping energetically as her fingers plunged in deep.
“Eeeee... eeeee... eeeee!” squealed Heidi, who was concentrating more on her clitoris.
The two young bottoms were now squirming and jerking almost uncontrollably. The gasps and squeals intensified.
They reached their peak virtually simultaneously, gasping and panting uninhibitedly. Then, as the lust ebbed, each head drooped and they moaned and sobbed in utter shame of what they had done.
Oh the abysmal degradation of it!
“Who lost?” enquired Melissa.
“Looked like a dead heat to me,” replied Hans.
Cassim nodded in agreement. “I guess so” he said...
“In which case,” said Melissa with an evil smile, “they can have five each. Hold them, boys... ”
It was vindictive. An unmerited punishment. And, as Melissa knew, thus all the worse to endure at that stage of training.
Both girls began to shriek and beg as the two powerful young assistants seized them.
“NO... OOO... AAAGHHH... NO... OOOO... OOOH... I’VE DONE... N-NOTHING... ”
“STOOO... OPPP... NO... OOO... OOOH... STOOO... OPPPP... ”
Cassim clamped Maria’s head high up between his thighs; Hans did likewise with Heidi. Then each twisted the arms up painfully .. forcing the girls to raise their hindquarters in order to ease that pain. Two curvaceous targets were conveniently presented for Melissa’s attentions.
“NO... OOO... STOPPPPP!”
“MERCEEEEEEEE!”
“You both won,” said Melissa, smiling sadistically. She tapped the cringing buttock-flesh of each girl in turn, seeing her twisting frantically away in some vain attempt to avoid what was about to come. “But you also both lost!”
Sssswwwweeeee... cccrrraaaccckkkkk!
Maria got the first stroke of the switch across her bottom... the third she had received that morning. It was a vicious, full-blooded stroke and the girl’s screech of agony echoed ear-splittingly round the cellar room.
Then it was Heidi’s turn. Her honey-coloured nates were clenching convulsively. She was twisting to one side a far as she could. But that was not very far and Melissa only had to alter her stance a little to ensure that her switch fell across most of both buttocks cheeks.
Sssswwwweeeeee... cccrrraaacccckkkkk!
Another ear-splitting shriek... and Heidi’s taut-curving bottom squirmed frenziedly. Casually, Melissa strolled back to Maria.
“AAAAGHHHHH... M-MERCEEEEEEEE... EEEEE!”
Sssssswwwwweeeeee... cccrrraaaccckkkk!
“YYYYYYAAAAIIIEEEEEGGGH... AAAAGHHHHH!”
Back to Heidi.
“NNNOOOOO... OOOOOOOOOO!”
Again the convulsively contracting nates. Again the twisting bottom.
Ssswwweeee... cccrrraaacccckkkkkk!
“YYYYAAAGGHHH... AAAGHH... AAAGHHHH!”
Thus it proceeded, with Melissa moving unhurriedly from one girl to another. Each stroke laid on with a full sweep of the arm. Hans and Cassim looking down at the juddering-writhing bottom flesh beneath them.
Five strokes each.
Five streaks of burning agony.
That went on and on burning...
“Chain them up,” ordered Melissa, when the final vicious cut had bitten deep. “Arms high... toes only just touching the floor. Then we’ll leave them for a while. So that they can contemplate their future!”
“Yes, Ma’am... ”
Hans and Cassim were quick to carry out the instructions. Iron manacles went about each girl’s wrists. Chains were attached... and then raised by pulleys. Maria and Heidi were both stretched to the full, feeling the burning of the muscles in their taut arms. Toes scrabbled on the stone floor.
Oh the torment in those eyes!
Oh the flooding tears!
And how those young and fulsome breasts heaved with raucous sobs!
“Excellent,” pronounced Melissa and, tapping her switch on her boot, she strolled from the room. Dutifully, Hans and Cassim followed on behind...
Completely helpless...
Hans looked down at the senseless Heidi. His hand ran over the light blonde down on her mound. That would be coming off that morning, he reckoned. He casually fingered the girl. He was looking forward to having a piece of that. Nice and young... and near-virgin tight. He wondered when he would get the order, feeling a pleasant stirring in his balls.
Meanwhile Cassim was similarly fondling Maria... and having similar thoughts.
The two men emerged, the doors clanged shut and were locked and bolted. Not, of course, really a necessary precaution... but such procedures increased the girls’ feelings of helplessness.
In due time they woke.
First bewildered...
Oh where am I? What has happened?
I am naked... and lying on something uncomfortably hard. Have I had an accident? And what is this horrible thing around my neck.
Then the memories suddenly came crowding back in.
Hideous memories!
Horrifying memories!
Unbelievable memories!
The chains clank. It’s not a nightmare. It’s real! Real! Real!
Oh no... no... no! It cannot be!
Yet it is!
Oh dear God, how can you let this happen to me? I know I was wicked. I know I shouldn’t have tried to do that wicked thing. But... surely... surely... I don’t deserve this?
God... please help. Please!
Oh I’ll be so good in future. I will. I will!
But help me. Help me now. Now!
Silence. Except for the sound of one’s own sobs.
No help comes.
I am alone. Abandoned. Chained helpless. Naked as a baby.
It’s monstrous! Unbelievably vile!
They are inhuman!
Oh the incredible agony of those rods!
Never must that happen again. I would rather die. It was beyond all reason. Beyond all bearing.
I would do anything rather that have that happen again.
Yes... at least, I would try. Yes... I’m sure I would.
At least I think I would...
But what they ask is impossible!
How can I do such things? How? How!
But, if I don’t...
Oh no... no... no...
The tears flow faster.
Thus Maria and Heidi lie in their cells, racked by their thoughts and imaginings. They tremble. In mortal dread of what lies ahead. Each is filled with despair. Yet desperate.
Perhaps they will be able to escape?
They must try. But how? These iron collars and chains. Impossible. But perhaps there will be a way. Please God, make there be a way.
Perhaps an earthquake may come. The walls would fall down. Then they would run and run. Free again!
Oh God... make it happen!
Please... please!
But, in her heart of hearts, each girl knows it will not happen. Each already feels doomed. The sick horror fills them and they tremble even more.
Zelda’s two assistants approached the cells. Madame Melissa, it seemed, would be in the Training Room within ten minutes and the girls were to be taken there in readiness.
With pleasurable anticipation, Hans drew back the bolts on Heidi’s cell door and unlocked it. Cassim was doing likewise with Maria’s.
Ah yes... she really was a dish, this young blonde. Look at those blue eyes! So blue. As round as saucers. Filled with shocked horror as she cringed back to the wall. Look at those lovely young tits. So fulsome, yet so firm. Bet she’d like to cover them. But she can’t. Hans strolled towards Heidi.
A whimpering sound. A sob. “D-Don’t... t-touch me... don’t... please... ” came the desperate entreaty.
Hans slapped the girl’s face and she uttered a shocked cry.
“You, my pretty, are disobeying orders,” said Hans. “And a slave-girl does not disobey her Master.”
With a sudden movement, he twisted Heidi over, pinioning her down with a knee on her back.
“N-Noo... ooooo!”
The curvaceous young bottom was uppermost. Smooth and honey-coloured. It looked almost edible. Certainly it looked slappable. So Hans slapped it. And slapped it hard. And as he did so, he spoke.
“You, young lady... ”
“... have already forgotten... ”
Slap! Slap!
“... or so it seems... ”
Slap! Slap!
“Ahhh... no... stop... stoppppp!”
“You, slave... ”
Slap! Slap!
“... should be kneeling erect... ”
Slap! Slap!
“... legs wide apart... ”
Slap! Slap!
“... as a sign of respect for your Master... ”
Slap! Slap!
“SSTTOOO... OPPPP... PLEASE... STOO... OPPPPP!”
“... that’s the posture... ”
Slap! Slap!
“SSTTT... OPPPPPP... OH NO... M-MORE!”
“... every time I enter!”
Slap! Slap!
Hans stepped back, rubbing his palms together. The right one was glowing hot. But, he knew, Heidi’s softer bottom was glowing even hotter. The honey had now taken on a pink-red hue. There were the blotches of his fingers and his palm. It was a nice bottom to slap. Beautifully resilient.
Heidi was sobbing, blonde head drooping.
“Do you want some more?” Now slapping sound were coming from the cell next door. Maria was obviously being treated similarly.
“N-No... p-please... mmmfff... mmmffff... please... n-no... ”
“No... what?”
Hans slapped the still-upturned bottom hard.
“Ooow... ahhh... M-Master... no... Master... ” gasped Heidi. Oh God... how difficult it was to remember these things! How difficult it was to make oneself do them! But you had to. You had to. They were relentless.
“Better,” nodded Hans. “Now adopt the posture, girl.”
Heidi’s lovely breasts heaved up and down as she forced herself up on to her knees. She turned her tear-filled eyes away from her tormentor.
“Look at me” insisted Hans. “You’d better watch it, girl. That kind of thing can be construed as insolence. And slave get caned for that.”
Heidi flinched and gasped. “O-Ohh... n-no... oooo... ”
“Oh yes,” said Hans. “Open your legs wider.”
The smooth, curving thighs parted a little wider.
“Mmmmf... mmmmfff... mmmfff... ”
“Wider than that!”
“Ooooh... p-please... mmmmfff... mmmffff... ”
“Wider I say! You’re supposed to be showing your pussy, girl... don’t you realise that?”
“U-ughh... uuughhh... mmmffff... mmmffff... ” Heidi splayed her thighs fully wide. What else could she do?
“That’s more like it,” said Hans. “And that’s the posture you adopt whenever I, or anyone else for that matter, comes into this cell. Don’t you forget it, my girl... or you’ll get more than a smack-bottom. I assure you!”
“Mmmmfff... uuuuuughh... mmmmmffffff... mmmfffff... ”
Oh God... another terrible day had begun!
Oh God... how could she endure it?
Hans unlocked the chain from off the ring-bolt. “Down,” he ordered, rather as if Heidi were a dog. The girl slipped to the floor. She staggered. Hans saw her trembling uncontrollably and decided to give her the daily stimulant injection immediately.
As the needle jabbed in, Heidi shrieked. All the same, it had an almost instantaneous calming effect. It was a miraculous d**g, soothing jangling nerves whilst increasing endurance to a remarkable degree. The ‘fainting threshold’ was extended three or four times. Which was fortunate... especially in the early days of training... otherwise a girl would have had to be repeatedly revived.
“Come along,” said Hans, giving a little tug on the chain. Sagging slightly from the weight of the heavy iron collar, Heidi stumbled from the cell. Maria already stood there, weeping and trembling like herself. Her bottom was also a nice rosy hue.
“Rather forgetful young ladies, aren’t they?” smiled Cassim.
“They are indeed,” agreed Hans. “But they’ll learn. In time they’ll learn.”
As casually as if they were taking two pets for a stroll, the two assistants made their way through the cellar passageways and into the Training Room. There, nervous and fearful, each had her chain fastened over a hook in one wall.
“Your Mistress will be here shortly,” announced Hans, “so I advise both of you to be on your best behaviour. No tantrums, no disobedience. Or you know what will happen!”
Standing side by side, Maria and Heidi sobbed with terror.
Melissa wore a black leather cat-suit which moulded to her superb figure. She was shod in calf-length boots of red leather, the heels being five-inch stilettos. From her waist-belt dangled the tightly-plaited leathern riding switch which she now customarily affected. The leather was of the same bright red as her boots.
“On your knees!” The command came from Cassim.
Quaking, Maria and Heidi sank down. Melissa’s entrance had filled them with an even greater dread.
Click-clack, click-clack. The stiletto heels were loud on the wooden floor. Melissa moved with sinuous grace... a dominating presence indeed.
“Well, well... I hope you two have learnt a lesson... ”
Silence... but for the sobbing.
“Stop that noise!” It was Hans who rasped... but the sobbing continued.
„This morning,” said Melissa, “I think we will begin by shaving them. Then ringing them.”
“Very well, Ma’am... ” Cassim had been expecting such a move.
“Start with that one.” Melissa pointed at the cringing Maria.
Instantly the brunette was seized. She began to shriek in protest... even though she was unaware of what was about to happen to her.
“N-Nooo... ooo... stopp... please... oooohh... I h-haven’t done anything... oooohhhhh... please... let... me... go... ooooo... ”
Hans and Cassim lifted her up while Heidi watched petrified.
Then Maria was placed on her back on one of the wooden tables. First her wrists were secured by straps; then leathern thongs went about her ankles. From her ankles ran slim chains... up to a beam above. Her ankles were lifted high, then pulled apart.
“SSTTTOOOO... OPPPP... OOOOOHHH... STOOOO... OPPPP!”
Splayed, the girl was blatantly exposed. In moment, Cassim appeared with a small electric razor.
“This will make you look even prettier,” he said, smiling evilly.
The razor buzzed. Easily it ran over Maria’s mound, depilating her swiftly. The black fuzz was brushed away, the white smoothness of her mound appeared and the coral-pink sex-lips pouted prominently.
“Oh yes... very pretty,” purred Cassim.
“Uuurrfff... uuurrrffff... urrrrfff... ” sobbed Maria at this violation of her girlish pubic down.
It was horrible... horrible... what they were doing!
Disgusting! Obscene!
How could they!
Cassim rubbed cream into the soft sex-flesh and mound.
“Oh you b**st... y-you... b-b-beeeee... eeeast!”
Cassim just smiled a complacent smile. “Yes... that’s much better.”
Maria sobbed her heart out.
But, of course, worse was to some.
Cassim now approached with a long needle which he plugged into a battery. Very soon, the needle began to glow red-hot. Melissa, seated, one long limb across the other, watched complacently from an armchair. Ringing somehow set the seal on a girl’s servitude. It really brought it home to her.
So much the better...
Cassim signed to Hans. “Hold her head,” he said.
“Wh-What... are you doing... what... what’s that?”
Cassim took hold of the tip of Maria’s nose. “I advise you to keep very still,” he said.
“NO... OOOOOOOO!”
The needle approached... then jabbed. Only in the last fraction of a second did Maria realise what was happening to her. She shrieked in terror... then shrieked even more loudly as the flesh briefly sizzled.
There was the faint smell of it...
“Not so bad, was it?” said Cassim. With swift precision, he fitted a silver ring through the hole he had just made in Maria’s septum. The girl just sobbed and sobbed, the degradation of what had been done searing through her.
Then she felt her left breast seized by the upthrust nipple.
“NO... OOOOOOOOO!”
An even more anguished shriek of terror. But, of course, of no avail.
Once more the red-hot needle approached. Once more it plunged. This time through the projecting nipple.
“Yyyyyaaaiiiieeeeeeeeeee!”
Cassim just smiled. The next moment he had slipped a ring through the new hold he had made. The right breast was seized.
“AAAAGHHHHH... NO... NO... OOOOO!”
Jab... sizzle...
“Yyyyeeeeee... aaaaaghhhhhh!”
Then another ring slipped into place.
“Excellent,” nodded Melissa. “Now deal with this little blonde bitch, please.”
“It will be a pleasure,” smiled Hans.
Needless to say, Heidi, who had just had to watch what had been done to her sister, reacted with panic-stricken horror. Desperately, wildly, she ran hither and thither about the Training Room.
“NO... NO... YOU CAN’T... YOU CAN’T... OOOOH... YOU MUSN’T!”
It didn’t take long for Hans and Cassim to catch the girl. Kicking and struggling, shrieking wildly, she was brought back to another table and thumped down on it on her back. The bonds went on. Her honey-coloured limbs were raised and splayed... and the razor went to work again.
Now the red-hot needle approached once more. The shrieks grew more frantic. But there was no evading what had been prescribed. Like her sister Maria, Heidi was swiftly ringed.
Jab and sizzle...
Jab and sizzle...
Jab and sizzle...
And three silver rings were nicely in place.
“Thank you, Hans,” said Melissa. “Release them, if you please.”
The leathern bonds came away, the limbs were lowered.
“Up... up... off there... and kneel before your Mistress,” came the barked commands.
Weeping unrestrainedly, Maria and Heidi knelt before Melissa, hideously conscious of the rings which now dangled from them. It was a horrifying sensation... with an a****l-like quality about it. One thought of cattle with rings.
“Are you beginning to realise that you are truly slaves?” enquired Melissa. “And feel like it?”
“Mmmmmfff... mmmffff... ugh... ugh... mmmmmfff... ” came the combined sobs.
“Answer!” rasped Melissa, unlooping the switch from her belt.
“Y-Yes... yes... ”
“Aggh... yes... M-Mistress... ”
“Good. That is as it should be,” said Melissa complacently. “Now we will proceed with a few simple tests. To see if your behaviour has improved since our last session. That ended, if I remember correctly, in both of your getting a really sound thrashing. Let it be clearly understood that, if you do not satisfy me this morning, that thrashing will be repeated.”
Both Maria and Heidi shuddered violently, their tears falling ceaselessly.
“Very well, Maria... show yourself to your Master, Cassim... in the manner you have been taught.”
“Mmmmf... uuuurrrrffff... oh... oh... p-please... ”
“This instant!”
Shuddering horribly, Maria got down on to hands and knees and turned her hindquarters towards Cassim. One could see the effort she had to make. Only sheer terror drove her to it. She raised her shapely young bottom and parted her thighs, but only a little.
Ssswwweeeee... cccrrraaacccckkkk!
Melissa’s switch fell across the curving buttocks... and Maria twisted, squirming and squirming with pain, clasping at herself.
“I want it higher than that. Up... up! Come on... quick... quick!”
Sobbing, Maria struggled back into position. Though it went against every grain, she knew she had to do it. Unless she wished to suffer that agonising switch again and again.
For what did sensitivity count in such circumstances?
Or girlish modesty?
They simply had to be repressed.
Up came Maria’s bottom. Up it came high. Thrusting fully. Then the thighs hesitantly parted.
“Wider than that, girl! - Come on. You’re showing him everything you’ve got. Inviting him!”
“Uuuurfff... urrfff... uuurrrffff... ” Maria’s nails clawed into the floor. Never before had she felt such abysmal degradation. Shaven... rings dangling... displaying herself in this monstrously indecent fashion.
“That’s better,” Melissa tapped the thrusting bottom with the tip of her switch, seeing the nates clench and quiver in dread. “And that is the posture you will always adopt when you show yourself to your Master. No half measures, you understand, girl? You stick those two holes up at him for all you’re worth!”
Melissa turned to the blonde Heidi. She liked this girl. She liked her spirit. It was going to be great fun to break her utterly.
“Now you,” she said, smiling. “Show Hans all you’ve got. And, if you don’t do it right the first time, I shall lay this across your bottom good and hard.” The switch swished menacingly... and Heidi quailed. Though the anger flared in her... and the bitterness of submission was like gall in her throat, she had enough sense to realise that refusal or rebellion was useless. Stupid, indeed. It would only bring her instant pain. With raging hate in her heart, she got down on her hands and knees and postured herself blatantly before Hans just as Maria had done before Cassim.
“That’s good,” said Melissa coolly. “I see we’re learning a little obedience.” She saw Heidi shudder with the effort of self-control. She knew just how great that effort must be. When one had a bit of temper. Oh yes... how difficult it was. She tapped Heidi’s bottom lightly with the switch and, as Maria’s had done, the nates clenched with dread. “Obviously, you don’t like the feel of this,” she said sneeringly. Then she turned to her assistants. “Well, boys, what do you think? A little better behaved this morning, eh?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” they agreed, smiling happily.
Melissa smiled back. “Now, slaves,” she continued, “you are going to learn to humble yourselves a little further. That’s good for the soul. The soul of a slave-girl anyway! Now, Maria, repeat after me the following words. ‘The holes I am showing my Master... ”
There was a pause before Maria’s whispered words could be heard.
“Louder!” barked Melissa.
“Th-The h-holes... I... I am showing my Master... ”
“Are for my Master’s pleasure... ”
“Mmmf... u-ugh... a-are... are for m-my M-Master’s... pleasure... ”
“Since I am his slave... .”
“S-Since... uuurrfff... urrrfff... I... agh... am... his slave... ”
“He may make use of them whenever he so desires.”
“Ugh... uuggh... uuurrrfff... h-he... huugh... he... m-may make use... uuuughhh... of them... whenever... he... s-so... desires... ”
“That’s right,” said Melissa, once again tapping Maria’s bottom lightly. “That’s what a slave is for. And you are a slave, Maria, aren’t you? You fully realise that now?”
“Y-Yer... esss... ”
Ssssweeeeee... cccrraaaccckkkkk!
Once more the red leather switch sent Maria squirming and kicking across the floor. Her head was flung back, her mouth gaped with her gasping shrieks, as she clamped her hands to her threshing bottom.
“Yes... what?” demanded Melissa.
“Aggh... uuuugh... aaaaghh... M-Mistress... aaaaghhh... yes... Mistress!” choked Maria.
“Get back where you were!”
Once more Maria’s bottom came up. Once more the thighs were parted as wide as could be. Two bright red, twin-tracked weals now encircled her ivory-white buttock-flesh.
Melissa moved across to the honey-coloured Heidi. “Now you,” she said, “let’s hear your little catechism. ‘The holes I am now showing my Master... ”
As her sister had done, Heidi repeated the humiliating words, whilst Melissa sawed the switch across her flinching flesh.
“And you, too, now fully realise that you are a slave?” concluded Melissa.
“Y-Yes... Mistress,” answered Heidi quickly. Her desire to avoid the switch was urgent.
But... oh God... how long could she go on making herself submit and obey in this obscenely degrading and inhuman way? Inside, she was boiling with hate and fury.
The devils... the devils... the devils!
Oooohhhh... she could murder them!
But as the word ‘murder’ came into her mind, she felt a terrible stab of regret and remorse. It was because she had once contemplated murder before that she was where she was now! At least, that was what Heidi thought.
Melissa seated herself. “Well then,” she said, “we will proceed a stage further.” She paused. “Both of you will now use your fingers. Play with yourselves. You understand?”
There were shocked gasps from both. Could they have heard right? Could this possibly be true? Such disgusting filth.
“I shall repeat the order once more,” said Melissa calmly. “If it is not obeyed, I shall have you tied down to the whipping block and I will give you a dozen strokes apiece. I mean it! Now... start playing... ”
Two terrible sobbing groans rose up.
The utter indecency of what they had to do... before this inhuman woman... before these men... was quite intolerable! But what was the alternative? In any event, they both knew they would be made to do it in the end!
Two hands came down and under.
Two fingers were inserted.
Those fingers began to move.
Hans and Cassim were grinning... and there was the faint trace of a smile on Melissa’s lovely features.
“Come on,” she said. “Don’t be shy. Work those fingers. You do when you’re alone in bed, I’m sure!”
Oh those cruel words!
So cruel because they were true!
Yes... of course they did it. But that was in private. And never admitted.
“Come on... faster than that. Get working!”
The fingers worked and delved faster. They had to. Both Maria and Heidi could be heard sobbing their shame.
How utterly dreadful it was!
Oh God... soon those feelings would begin...
And then... and then...
Oh no... not in front of all of them!
“Come on... faster still! Why pretend you’re not beginning to enjoy it?”
Then Melissa had an idea. A sure way of speeding up the action.
“I shall give the girl who comes last five strokes,” she announced.
There were two strangled gasps.
Then, immediately, both sets of fingers began to work with a kind of desperate speed.
“That’s more like it,” smiled Melissa. Oh the power of pain! “Come on, you randy young trollops, let’s see you really go!”
Almost immediately, Maria and Heidi began to pant. At the same time, their haunches jerked in co-operation with the moving fingers. They began to think less and less about the spectacle they were making of themselves and more and more about the sensations they were arousing within themselves. And the threat that hung over them was not in their minds!
“Oh yes, that’s much better!”
“Hughh... hhaaahhh... huhhh... hahhh,” Maria was gasping energetically as her fingers plunged in deep.
“Eeeee... eeeee... eeeee!” squealed Heidi, who was concentrating more on her clitoris.
The two young bottoms were now squirming and jerking almost uncontrollably. The gasps and squeals intensified.
They reached their peak virtually simultaneously, gasping and panting uninhibitedly. Then, as the lust ebbed, each head drooped and they moaned and sobbed in utter shame of what they had done.
Oh the abysmal degradation of it!
“Who lost?” enquired Melissa.
“Looked like a dead heat to me,” replied Hans.
Cassim nodded in agreement. “I guess so” he said...
“In which case,” said Melissa with an evil smile, “they can have five each. Hold them, boys... ”
It was vindictive. An unmerited punishment. And, as Melissa knew, thus all the worse to endure at that stage of training.
Both girls began to shriek and beg as the two powerful young assistants seized them.
“NO... OOO... AAAGHHH... NO... OOOO... OOOH... I’VE DONE... N-NOTHING... ”
“STOOO... OPPP... NO... OOO... OOOH... STOOO... OPPPP... ”
Cassim clamped Maria’s head high up between his thighs; Hans did likewise with Heidi. Then each twisted the arms up painfully .. forcing the girls to raise their hindquarters in order to ease that pain. Two curvaceous targets were conveniently presented for Melissa’s attentions.
“NO... OOO... STOPPPPP!”
“MERCEEEEEEEE!”
“You both won,” said Melissa, smiling sadistically. She tapped the cringing buttock-flesh of each girl in turn, seeing her twisting frantically away in some vain attempt to avoid what was about to come. “But you also both lost!”
Sssswwwweeeee... cccrrraaaccckkkkk!
Maria got the first stroke of the switch across her bottom... the third she had received that morning. It was a vicious, full-blooded stroke and the girl’s screech of agony echoed ear-splittingly round the cellar room.
Then it was Heidi’s turn. Her honey-coloured nates were clenching convulsively. She was twisting to one side a far as she could. But that was not very far and Melissa only had to alter her stance a little to ensure that her switch fell across most of both buttocks cheeks.
Sssswwwweeeeee... cccrrraaacccckkkkk!
Another ear-splitting shriek... and Heidi’s taut-curving bottom squirmed frenziedly. Casually, Melissa strolled back to Maria.
“AAAAGHHHHH... M-MERCEEEEEEEE... EEEEE!”
Sssssswwwwweeeeee... cccrrraaaccckkkk!
“YYYYYYAAAAIIIEEEEEGGGH... AAAAGHHHHH!”
Back to Heidi.
“NNNOOOOO... OOOOOOOOOO!”
Again the convulsively contracting nates. Again the twisting bottom.
Ssswwweeee... cccrrraaacccckkkkkk!
“YYYYAAAGGHHH... AAAGHH... AAAGHHHH!”
Thus it proceeded, with Melissa moving unhurriedly from one girl to another. Each stroke laid on with a full sweep of the arm. Hans and Cassim looking down at the juddering-writhing bottom flesh beneath them.
Five strokes each.
Five streaks of burning agony.
That went on and on burning...
“Chain them up,” ordered Melissa, when the final vicious cut had bitten deep. “Arms high... toes only just touching the floor. Then we’ll leave them for a while. So that they can contemplate their future!”
“Yes, Ma’am... ”
Hans and Cassim were quick to carry out the instructions. Iron manacles went about each girl’s wrists. Chains were attached... and then raised by pulleys. Maria and Heidi were both stretched to the full, feeling the burning of the muscles in their taut arms. Toes scrabbled on the stone floor.
Oh the torment in those eyes!
Oh the flooding tears!
And how those young and fulsome breasts heaved with raucous sobs!
“Excellent,” pronounced Melissa and, tapping her switch on her boot, she strolled from the room. Dutifully, Hans and Cassim followed on behind...
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