The Old Courtroom

Intro chapter six

 

Hi again all friends of my story named the Old Courtroom.

 

For women only:

If you are a female submissive women who likes the story and would like to try a life similarly to most of what is written in the story with the only difference that some of it

will be in a scaled down version due to the danger of doing permanent damage, then

please read the last lines of this chapter as the changes in my life have made it possible to

do it for real.

 

And now for chapter six:

 

I’m sorry to have kept you all waiting for the next chapter for that long but some personal

problem has made it difficult to do the writing. Furthermore the interest from you readers

has been limited as I only have received one review for chapter five.

 

Concerning chapter six I can tell that I have been in touch with a new submissive woman

who would love to be a part of the story. As she seemed to be quite intrigued by the idea I

accepted it and you will soon earn her better to know when reading this chapter.

She hasn’t written an intro for herself yet but she has promised to do it later. I’m sure you

will like her.

 

I have found some more women for helping me writing the story. My long absence due to

my personal problems have made them all turn a bit cold but I hope it will be possible to warm’ them up again later. Now I just hope I will be able to control and train 3 ‘poor’

slaves in the story. Otherwise I will have to release one of them or maybe even sell her to

for instance an Arabian Sheik having a harem of slaves.

 

I won’t tell much more in this introduction save for telling that I’m a bit disappointed that I

only received one review for it (it was a review from a very close friend). Reviews are our

‘fuel’ for continuing the story. If I don’t receive reviews for it I don’t know if you still love my

story and then I might consider to make it stop. So please write reviews for it or update

former reviews. We all love to read them!!!

 

Before chapter six I will repeat some of the intro for chapter five as it was messed up in

this chapter. It was uploaded as some of it was written in one long line making it difficult to

read. Here it is:

 

As we all love to receive reviews for the story (reviews are our ‘fuel’ for continuing) and as

we want you all to feel you are a part of the story we have decided to let you help us

making a choice for future chapters. We have planned to use the nice old courtroom deep

underground to put our two lovely and very ‘willing’ sexy women through a very ‘fair’ trial in

order to make the right decision concerning their future. We want all of you to help us

making the right choice and decide if smelly Anne presently trapped in a ‘comfortable’ and

sexy latex enclosure or it has to be naοve Mitchi who has been a bit stupid trusting foreigners she hasn’t met before and now she just has to pay for her own stupidity. Write a

review telling what you think about the story and vote for your favourite to be the first one

in a ‘fair’ trial. For those who has already written a review is isn’t a problem as you are able

to adjust already uploaded reviews making it possible for you to vote as well.

 

I have been doing a great deal of thinking concerning group for the story. I have already

made the group http://groups.msn.com/FriendsoftheoldCourtroom for the story and it

presently has 66 members, which is much less than expected. During the time with sweet

Janet and the writing of the story Janet’s Ordeal

(link: http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/stories/story.php?storyid=1785 , it’s the most reviewed

story at library with 142 reviews) I had made a Yahoo group for the story but Yahoo

deleted it without telling me why or giving me a chance to remove what they didn’t like.

The group had about 1000 members before Yahoo deleted it. Though only a few were a

little active I still think it was great to have a group with members who all loved the story.

Therefore I have made a new decision. I have made a new Yahoo group (link: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Group_toc). This group will be for true friends who are

willing to write a review for the story as this will be required for joining. As I don’t want readers who find it difficult to write a review to be banned from joining the group I have

decided accept them as well if they take the time needed for telling me why they can’t write

a review. Some readers find it for instance difficult due to language problems and so on.

My plan is to send you personal mails with exciting stuff reflecting the story and

instructions how to store it on your computer for being able to store stuff from future mails.

Furthermore I will upload other stories I find exciting. As I don’t want this group to be

deleted I won’t upload anything that might cause risk for deletion of the group. Summing

up your benefit for joining the group will be:

 

- I’ll send you mails with zip-files containing pics reflecting the story and instructions for making your own personal ‘dungeon’

on your computer.

- I’ll keep you informed about new chapters of the story.

- I’ll upload other exciting stories from the Internet

- You’ll be able to make friends reflecting your desires

- All members will be able to share any information that might be useful for the story and share links for exciting sites.

- You’ll be able to tell us about suggestions for improvements and ordeals in new chapters.

 

If you don’t know how to write and upload a review for joining the group I will make sure

you receive instructions upon subscription to the group. If you despite the instructions don’t

think it is possible for you to write a review then send me a mail telling about it and I will

either help you or approve you without writing a review.

 

I know I haven’t done much in the group yet but I have succeeded to transfer the MSN group to the new MSN Messenger and therefore I hope it will be better later. It will depend on the interest as well as I will have to decide which group is closed or if we continue with them both. I would still love to hear from readers who would like to be moderators for the groups and help us keeping them exciting as well as it would be great if one of you would create a special group for the story. I have a lot of pics for underlining the story but I just do’t want to upload once more if Yahoo just delete the group.

 

I think this will do it. We proudly present:

 

 

The Old Courtroom

 

Chapter six

 

Anne pays for failing her exercise.

 

“I think we have to check Anne again. I’m afraid she has been suffering severe troubles trying to cope with the schedule planned for her exercise. Do you think she has managed to ride the required distance?” Lex asked Mick

 

“I really don’t. She hasn’t succeeded the other days of her initial training. Today I have adjusted the program to let her ride the last miles up the hill. I’m sure this will cause her troubles. My guess will be about five minutes from schedule. What do you think?” Mick answered.

 

“I think you are right. I think it will be at least four minutes but let us check her. If it is five we will have to force her drinking water during the next days otherwise I’m afraid she will dehydrate in her suit. I’m extremely excited to see her body after a week in rubber. I’m sure the stench will be gagging when we finally let her out of the suit. I bet she is desperate to get out but she will still have to wait a couple of days as the plan is one week in rubber without any release during the week. She must be swimming in her own filth right now. I’m sure we have taught her a lesson never to forget. She will be ready to do as she is told as all we need to do is just to threaten her with another week in rubber then I’m sure she will be calm as a sheep. I’m really looking forward to feel her tongue doing the work between my legs. I will make sure she will have a lot of work to do licking my cut clean before she is allowed to commence the real work. Maybe it was an idea to keep her hooded while she does it. There is nothing like the feeling of a smooth latex covered head between the legs while you can feel the tongue deeply inside the cunt!” Mistress Lex said laughing again. Mick couldn’t help laugh as well. He really loved her way of thinking as it all reflected hid desires.

 

They decided to continue and Lex unlocked the door to her cell and entered.

*Anne*

I heard the door slam shut again and they had left me strapped to the bike. I concentrated the best I could on the riding as I knew that well how hard it would be and I just had to be on speed as fast as possible. They always made the program impossible to fulfil within the scheduled time. The increased temperature inside the cell certainly didn’t make it easier. Within a few minutes I felt like my body was boiling inside the ghastly suit.

 

“Oh my God, it is unbearable!! The combination of my own sweat running inside the suit and my own waste is just disgusting. I wonder how my body looks after this…….. I how it smells!! I think it is better not to know.” I thought while I tried to look at the display on the bike telling me how I was doing the riding. The sweat made the glasses on the gasmask steam making it difficult to read the letters and numbers but it was as usual.

 

“Oh no, I’m only halfway through and I’m already two minutes behind schedule. I just can’t take it any more! Please make them decide not to increase the temperature inside my cell this time! I think I will go insane! The tiny cell makes me feel claustrophobic and the horrible suit, hood and gasmask just add to this feeling and there is just nothing I can do about it” I thought. I desperately concentrated on pedalling and it pleased me to see I actually decreased to time I was behind schedule. I only needed to ride five miles more and then I was through.

 

“Maybe I will make it this time. I just have to concentrate and ignore the fact that I feel like I’m about to collapse. Come on Anne, you can do it!” I tried to encourage myself to do my very best. But then it happened. For a while I had been riding down the hill but I should know better. They would of course not let me win. Gradually it became harder and harder to pedal. The program changed the load and I was obviously supposed to ride up the hill for a while.

 

“Oh please let it be a short hill!!” I begged for myself but it wasn’t. The last miles I just had to ride up the hill and while doing it I couldn’t do anything else than accept the gap between the scheduled time and my time to increase. When I finally had completed it was a few seconds less than five minutes. I knew the rules. They always increased to the next minute meaning they would call it five minutes.

 

“Oh no, five minutes means five degrees (9 degrees Fahrenheit). Please let them decide to keep the present temperature. 36 degrees Celsius sounds horrible in this enclosure (96.8 Fahrenheit). “I thought while resting as much as my restraints allowed me. The only positive part of the exercise was that they switched the gasmask to exercise mode. It really felt good not having to drag for air. Sometimes I awoke during the nights sweating like hell in my suit as I felt like I just couldn’t drag enough air into my lungs.

 

While resting I heard the key in the cell door and it was opened. It wasn’t a surprise to me that it was the same two persons entering. As usual they were both stark naked save for the hoods hiding their faces.

 

“Hi my smelly slut, how are you? Have you had a nice ride? I’m happy we have you sealed in nice rubber, which seals the smell. Slave sluts trapped in tiny cells almost always smells like hell.” The man addressed me. I decided to try begging them to decide not to increase the temperature inside my cell.

 

“Not good! I just couldn’t cope with your demands! I really tired but it just wasn’t possible. My eyes went black during the last miles. I just couldn’t pedal faster. Please have mercy and let me stay in the cell with the same temperature as yesterday. It’s just unbearable inside my suit and if you increase the temperature I don’t think I will be able to take it any longer” I begged both him and the woman shouting in the gasmask as I knew it was difficult to hear what I said while this gasmask had been fitted tightly to my face..

 

Mistress Lex took position beside Anne and started caring the back of her rubber hood almost steaming of the heat she felt inside it.

“Oh, how hot you are, it must be horrible. I wish I could help you but it would interfere with the plans. But my sweet worthless slut; concerning plans my only comment is that what you are telling me really is nice talking and music to my ears. We actually had planned to release you but now you are begging to have more time in your suit!” Mistress Lex lied to her. They never planned to release her from the suit before at least seven days but it always was fun to tease a slave.

 

“We will of course fulfil your wish. Why are you afraid of the increased heat? Have you really fucked up and exceeded schedule with several minutes? I’ll check it!” the evil woman said to me.

 

What did she say? Had they really planned to release me from the ghastly suit? I really had to do what I could to make them continue with this plan.

 

“Noooooooo, please!!!!!!!!! I would love to get rid of this suit! I just thought you would continue as you had told me before riding the bike. The never ending itching inside the suit is horrible!” I shouted the best I could.

 

“I almost can’t hear you but I think you now tell me you want to get out of your suit, am I right? I very pleased with you right now. I think you are telling me just to please me. You actually don’t want to get out of your suit but you just want to please me and follow my plans in order to make me happy! Am I right?” the evil woman asked me. Mistress Lex couldn’t help laugh behind her hood but she managed to do it silent as she didn’t want Anne to notice it. Mick was almost biting his tongue of in order to avoid laughing out loud.

 

“Nooooooooo, please understand. I really want to get out of this disgusting suit! I’m almost swimming in my own waste, please let me out!” I shouted again.

 

“Sorry dear, I can’t hear you any longer but I think I know what you want. We will of course be kind and fulfil your wish. We continue as planned. I actually thought you would be happy to get rid of the hot suit but if you insist we will of course reconsider the plans. You have even made sure we increase the temperature inside your cell by failing to do the scheduled ride on the bike within the required time. You just can’t get enough! It’s quite an increase you have planned! Five minutes means increasing the temperature 5 degrees Celsius (9 degrees Fahrenheit). This entire means the temperature inside your cell will be increased from 31 degrees Celsius (87.8 degrees Fahrenheit) to 36 degrees Celsius (96.8 degrees Fahrenheit). I’m very proud of you! I sweat like hell though I’m naked and you just want it hotter even though you have been sealed in rubber! What do you think Master, don’t you think we need to reward her and let her get what she wants?” the evil woman said addressing the naked hooded man standing with a hard on in front of me. The hard cock between his legs clearly indicated that he loved to see me suffer like this. I now really realized that I was trapped in a cell together with two perverted people who just loved to make women suffer. I decided to remain silent as I had the feeling they just didn’t care or I even had the feeling that my begging just added to their excitement. No matter what I told they had made their decisions. I just had to suffer the discomfort inside this horrible suit partly gluing to my body and partly filled with my own waste.

 

“I think you are right. She really deserves it. But will she be able to take it? Is it dangerous? Will she be in danger of dehydrating?” the man asked.

 

“We need to make sure she drinks as much as required. Until now she had made the decision herself. The gasmask includes the drinking tube she just has to force into the quick connection pipe located at the wall. But I think she needs a permanent connection during her stay in this increased temperature.” The woman said to the man and then she faced me and started to instruct me.

 

“We have noticed you cleverly minimize water intake as you probably want to reduce your piss production. Is it difficult to piss in your suit? I guess you have already noticed that the food we offer you contains laxative, you don’t feel troubles emptying your bowels even though you are plugged with the thin inflatable butt plug, am I right? You only have troubles when we decide to inflate it in order to teach you proper bowel control. A slave is supposed to keep her waste inside her filthy bowel until she is allowed to expel. Isn’t it wonderful that we skilfully teach you how to do it?” she asked and continued without waiting for an answer.

   “The next couple of days you will have this reinforced tube permanently connected to your gasmask. All you need to do is to suck the short tube inside the gasmask and then you will have water added. The increased temperature drastically increases the body need for water. The amount you drink will be monitored. If you don’t drink enough water you will have a tube forced into your throat and then we control your water intake. And believe me; we will make sure you have more than enough to maintain a proper piss production. It will be your own choice. You won’t be able to see anything meaning you just have to use the normal signals told by your body and drink when needed. My advice for you is that you drink more than you actually feel for. Otherwise you will be in danger of dehydrating and then we will have to take over. Just nod to tell me if you have understood” the evil woman told me and paused. Right now I had the feeling that it was useless fighting the setting. Therefore I just nodded. Satisfied that I seemed to understand the woman and the man continued. They released me from the bike and let me collapse on the floor. I was still dragging for air and my heart was still beating like hell. It both felt disgusting and nice lying on the floor. Nice because I really needed rest and disgusting because lying on the floor really made me feel the waste inside the suit. I had never felt so disgusting and dirty in my entire life. I was wondering if I ever would be clean again and I was wondering how my skin looked like after this prolonged sealing in tight fitting rubber. The only part of my body which wasn’t soiled with my own waste was my head as the hood was separated from the suit. The rubber neck of the suit had been sealed tightly around my neck making sure my waste and sweat was trapped inside the suit. After almost gluing the rubber neck to my neck they had dragged the hood with eye, mouth and nose openings over my head. The gasmask made sure I had absolutely no contact to the outer world. Not a single part of my skin had any contact to the air outside the suit, it really was horrible and I had to do my very best to control the claustrophobia and the tiny cramped cell certainly didn’t make it easier. The worst part of this torture was when they closed the eyeglasses. Then I really felt lonely and isolated. I completely lost the feeling of time and space and a minute just felt like an hour sometimes even a day. While thinking steel reinforced tube was connected to my gasmask and the man stepped outside the cell and pushed a button. Then the woman continued her instructions.

 

“We have connected the water tube. All you need to do is to suck on the short rubber tube in your mouth and water will be added. We have adjusted the temperature as well and you will soon feel the temperature inside your cell increase to the desired level. As you seem to have regained breath control after the exercise we will switch the breathing valve in your gasmask to rest mode again. Then you will again have to concentrate on breathing like you have done the last couples of days while wearing this nice mask. If you behave well I have to disappoint you as we might decide to release you from your excellent, warm and comfortable suit within a few days. I know you really don’t want it but I’m afraid you can’t take it any longer. We will at least have to inspect your skin as we don’t want you to suffer any permanent damage. Anyway, I’m sure a nice cleaning and a bottle of body lotion will make you as good as new again. Maybe your skin will be red for a couple of days but this will just be perfect as it will make you look like the pig you are. When you are undressed the suit I think I will put you through an extended examination in order to check your health condition. I’m educated nurse and I know how to do it. You will receive a through out examination with special attention paid to the inside of your body. We have to make sure you pleasure holes are in good shape as they are supposed to be used a lot in the future. Furthermore it is important that you are in good health condition before we put you through the fair trial deciding what to do with you. You really don’t have to be afraid as we will make sure you will have a fair trial and when we have completed I’m actually quite sure you will accept the judgment, just wait and see!” the evil woman told me and laughed. They continuously told me about this trial. I had no idea what it included and I didn’t understand at all. I had done nothing wrong and if it was a fair trial the only possible judgment would be to release me from this hell of a prison. While doing all this thinking I felt the eyeglasses close and everything went dark again. The hissing sound from the gasmask told me they had adjusted the breathing valve to rest mode as they called it again. Once again I had to fight getting enough air to survive but though it sometimes was hard I had learned to control it. In the beginning I almost panicked making me drag even more for air. I once really was afraid to die as my efforts made me begin to hyper breathe. It really was difficult to regain control again as I just continued to make these short dragging in and out breathings. It actually felt like it has become a little easier to breathe but I guess it only was caused by the fact that I had got used to this breathing resistance. While doing all this thinking I suddenly became aware that nobody talked to me any more.

 

“Have they left? Am I alone again?” I thought. I remained still on the floor for a while then I slowly raised my body to kneeling position. Nothing happened; the cell was still silent like a grave. All I could hear was the hissing sound from my gasmask. I decided to get on my feet just to reduce the disgusting feeling from the waste inside the suit. The increased temperature inside the cell surely made my condition worse. It really was an ordeal to wear the suit in this heat and I felt like I had fever inside. I really was wondering how I ever would be able to survive the next day. I really feared the unavoidable exercise to come. Exercising in a rubber enclosure in this heat would surely cause me severe troubles but I didn’t think they would allow me to make another choice. I just hope so badly that they would be kind not creating a too hard program on the computer. Riding up the hills really made me feel like I would collapse within the next seconds. I actually wondered what they would do if I really collapsed within the first minutes of the exercise. Would they just increase the temperature inside my cell to the required level? It could easily mean increasing from 36 degrees Celsius (96.8 degrees Fahrenheit) to 60 degrees Celsius (140 degrees Fahrenheit). Nobody would ever be able to survive sealed in rubber in that heat. It would even be difficult to survive if you were naked.

 

“It all seems so hopeless! I must be prepared to make an attempt to escape if I ever got the chance!” I thought suffering the never ending itching again. The evil arm binder made it impossible to itch back.

 

Mistress Lex and Master Mick enjoyed Anne’s discomfort for a while after dressing again.

 

“You really were good! I’m so proud of you. Your idea of making her believe that we had planned to release her from her enclosure was just marvelous. I really had to control myself not laughing loudly. Now I think we deserve a cold drink, don’t you?” Mick asked Lex

 

“It just came to me. It really wasn’t pre-planned but her stupid begging just made it perfect to make her believe we had other plans with her. I don’t think you can imagine how excited I am to check her body after being sealed that long in her own waste and filth. And yes; I really think we deserve a cold drink. It is horrible to stay in her hot cell. The only thing that makes it possible for me is the knowledge that she has to endure it sealed in rubber!” Mistress Lex said and laughed again.

 

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New arrival for the dungeon.

 

Rose was driving the stolen car late in the night. She had decided to make one more break before she would leave the area.

 

“I’m lucky. The area seems to be dead. No cars or peoples on the road. I’m alone and that’s good. Though I have hired the car in a false name you can’t be too carefully. I heard in one of the bars that the police normally don’t patrol during the night, which really makes me happy. After this last break into a house I have been into five houses and then I have to leave again. All houses seem to be left for holidays but you can’t be sure they aren’t supervised by neighbors and so on. When they find out the police will probably patrol in the area.” Rose thought.

 

She had problems finding the right roads and suddenly she was driving into a forest on small roads. She decided to continue for a while as the forest made it easy to hide the car. She stopped the car and stepped outside. In the night she could see the silhouette of a large house located on a hill. It looked dark and no lights could be seen in the windows.

 

“It looks perfect. Not far away and I can enter from the backside of the house and it’s easy to get back to the car. I give it a try. It looks like the house of a loaded family. It must be full of nice things just begging to be stolen.” Rose thought and locked the car and then she walked towards the house. She was carefully not making any noises until she was sure nobody was at home. She was very pleased when she saw the empty garage with the open doors.

 

“Perfect, they seem to be gone. But as the doors are open they might come back later. I just have to hurry up doing my job” she thought while checking the windows and doors. All seemed to be locked but she had of course the right tools for solving these problems. Within a few minutes the door for entering the huge garden was opened and she stepped inside the house. Still without making much noise she started to check the house for things of value. Rose primary looked for money and jewels as money could be used right away and jewels were easy to sell. What Rose didn’t know was that some of the rooms had been equipped with hidden sensors and she had trigged one of them.

 

Mick was sleeping alone this night. Mistress Lex had been extremely tired after some hard work in the dungeon and she decided to go to bed early. She wanted to sleep alone this night and therefore Mick was sleeping in the bedroom with the monitors and sensors for both the house and the dungeon. If the sluts were restrained in dangerous positions it was important that they were able to react quickly if needed. The room sensors in the rooms above the dungeon were located to make them notice if thieves entered the house. Mick awoke from the noise from one of the room sensors. It was the sensor in the library that had been activated. A quick glance at the sleeping form beside him showed that it wasn’t Lex that had triggered the sensor.

 

“Lex, wake up! I think we have visitors!” Mick whispered not wanting to make to much noise.

 

“What? But we locked all doors before going to sleep. What do we do?” she asked.

 

“I have an idea. Why not try the nice quick fitting hood? It is ready for use and when the collar and straps are locked into position it won’t be removed without the right key or tools. If we cut of the sight he or she will be trapped and we can decide what to do about it. What do you think? If we enter from two sides it should be quite easy. All we need is to be careful if he or she is wearing weapons.” Mick asked Lex

 

“It sounds exciting but I’m a little afraid about it. But let’s do it. If we do it well we should be safe.” Lex answered.

 

Lex took the hood and made sure the keys wasn’t located in the keyhole for the steel collar. The hood was fixed to the collar with rivets making it impossible to remove it when it was locked into place. In order to make sure she didn’t make to much noise carrying it she replaced the two long chains fixed to the collar with two long leather straps. Then Mick and Lex approached the library from two sides. The desk in the library was located close to one of the doors and they both assumed the thief was checking the drawers in the desk for money and so on. They were both sure the thief would try to escape through one of the doors when they entered. Therefore Lex took position outside one of the doors awaiting him or her to come and Mick entered the other door. Mick entered the library without making noises and the intruder didn’t seem to notice him. In the meantime Lex had tied one of the straps to a heating tube and then she took position exciting awaiting what to happen. Then she heard Mick.

 

“What are you doing here? This is my house. You have no rights to look in my drawers!” he said in an unfriendly tone.

 

This was the signal and Lex felt adrenalin pumping in her veins. It all happened extremely fast. The door was opened and the intruder almost ran into the hood. Lex quickly locked the collar around the neck and then she tightened the straps mounted at the sides and the top of the hood. It was easy to do as they had been equipped with a quick tightening device. She only had to drag in the straps until they were tight. The only way to loosen them again was by using a special tool for this purpose. The intruder continued to run but the escape was soon stopped by the leather strap. Lex had a good grip in the other leather strap and she quickly tied it to another tube making any further movement impossible for the intruder. Mick and Lex switched on all the light and enjoyed the struggling. Now they noticed that the intruder was a woman. The hissing sounds coming from the hood clearly indicated that she had problems breathing.

(Rose)

 

It all happened so fast. When entering the house I was sure it was empty but I obviously was wrong. Suddenly the light was switched on and I heard this male voice addressing me. I really had no intention speaking with him as he probably didn’t like what I was doing. Therefore I decided to use the other door for my escape. When entering the adjacent room I suddenly felt this awful hood totally encircling my head and cutting of all light. Desperately I tried to remove it but the scaring clicks told me it was locked into place and no matter how hard I tried the steel collar remained locked around my neck. I felt hands behind my head and the thick leather was tightened with straps at the back making it tighten until it felt like a second layer of skin. Then the hands were gone again. While still running I tried to release the straps but I soon found out they were locked into place as well. I couldn’t help hyper ventilating and my warm breathe quickly made it extremely hot inside the hood. Then I felt a hard something tighten at the left side of the collar and I feel backwards on the floor. Strong hands dragged me on the feet again and I felt something dragging at the right side of the collar and within a few seconds my ability to move was reduced to a few steps. I tried to remove the leather straps holding me in standing position by the neck collar but all I found was two padlocks telling me that it remained located unless you had the right key. I almost forgot to breathe but when dragging in air I heard this strange hissing sound telling me I was breathing through some kind of device and it certainly didn’t make it easier to breathe. Each time I emptied my lungs for air I heard a click and I could feel the hot air leaving the hood at the top. It obviously had an intake device in front of my mouth and an outlet at the top of the ghastly hood. This meant that each breathe I took made the hood inflate a bit until the air escaped at the top and that made soon the inside of the hood hot and steamy. Suddenly I heard a female voice.

 

“You better stop struggling. You are trapped and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it. As you can’t see I will inform you that we presently have a nice collection of punishment tools in front of us. If you continue to struggle we might decide to use it in order to calm you down. Just to clarify; it isn’t tools of pleasure we have produced. Tell me what you think about this one!” she instructed me and before I had a chance to defend myself I heard a switch in the air and then I felt a stinging pain on my buttock.

 

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuu, stop, you have no rights doing this” I cried out.

 

“OK, then we stops. You have now tried the whip. But if you don’t like the whip then what about this one?” I heard a male voice asking me.

 

“You don’t need to try mmm aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhooooo. Now you stop it immediately or I……….” I paused while trying to figure out what to say while I cared my lips of my extremely sensitive pussy lips. They had used a device able to shock me with electricity between my legs! Now I really was angry. OK, I had braked into their house but they certainly didn’t have right to treat me like that.

 

“Or you do what? We are waiting my sweetheart. What have you planned to do?” the female voice asked me. Gradually I realized that I was in severe troubles. I had to face reality. I wasn’t in a position to threaten them. I decided to try a different approach and do as they wanted me to do until I had a chance to escape.

 

“OK, I know you are in control! Let’s just face reality. I broke into your house and you caught me doing it. That will be end of the story. Let’s make an agreement. I empty my bag again and you release me. I pay for anything I have destroyed and then you release me again. I promise not to tell to anybody that you used these horrible devices on me. What do you think?” I said and paused awaiting the answer. I didn’t get an answer. Instead I felt a pressure against both nipples and then I heard this hissing sound again flowed by the stinging pain from the current running through my nipples. This time I almost collapsed. I wasn’t prepared for this and I felt my legs weaken under me. I lost balance and suddenly I was hanging from the two straps holding me in a steady position. While screaming loudly due to the pain I felt the collar almost cutting off all air while it pressed against my chin forcing my mouth completely closed. Strong hands helped me on my feet again and then they were silent for some minutes while I got the required time for regaining breathe control again.

 

“Have we made ourselves clear to you now? Will you just shut up and wait until we ask you now or do we have to find some even more painful tools for persuading you?” the man asked me.

 

“Nooooooooo, please noooooooo, I will do exactly as you tell me. Please let me free and let us just sit for a while and sort all this out in a friendly way. I admit my mistake but please try to understand why I have done as I did! We all make mistakes. I bet you have done something stupid in your life as well. Sometimes you have no other choice” I tried. I had prepared a nice story for this involving kids and family and being poor. I actually had succeeded persuading couple to let me go some months ago using this story. Initially they wanted to call the police but after listening to my story they actually gave me some money before I left. I couldn’t help laughing while I almost ran from their house in order to make sure they didn’t change their mind. The truth is that I have almost no contact to friends and family. I love to be alone and my nice ‘job’ has until now almost kept me rich. I had always been careful not staying in the same area for too long in order to make it difficult for the police to find me.

 

“OK, but first we have some questions we want you to answer. Will you answer honestly?” the woman asked me. Satisfied that it seemed to work I of course promised to tell the truth.

 

“First of all we want to know if you are alone and if anybody else knows you are in this area and how you came to this area?” the woman asked me.

 

“Firstly I can tell that I drove to this place in my own car. I work alone but my family always knows where I am. It’s a safety precaution. If I don’t call back each day to my parents they will send the police for finding me. I actually called them a few minutes before I came to this place” I lied to them. I knew I didn’t call anybody each day and I certainly didn’t want my family to know what I was doing but they didn’t need to know. If they were afraid that the police would look for me they would surely let me go again. What I couldn’t see was that the man found my mobile phone in my bag while I was talking. He quickly checked the outgoing call list and showed the woman the list. After checking the list she continued to ask me some more questions.

 

“OK, you are telling you call your family every day and even sometimes several times each day. It’s good to know. Some peoples just forget about family but you obviously don’t. The car you are talking about. Where have you parked it? I can imagine it isn’t parked that far away as you probably want to be able to escape as fast as possible. Am I right?” she asked me.

 

“It’s bull’s eyes! I have parked it in the forest only a quarter mile from here.”  I answered her. I had no problems telling her. They would probably not steal it and the fact was that I had stolen it myself but it was no need to tell them.

 

“What is the license number of your car? Just to make sure we will be able to find it. I think the best is that my husband picks it up and then we all sort out the stupid problems you have caused. After that you will be released and then you can drive again.” She told me and awaited my answer. This time I had luck as I actually remembered the number on the number plate. I told her the number. The man left the room for a while. I could of course not see that he left due to the hood but I heard his foot steps and after a few minutes I heard it again. I heard whispering voices and then it all was silent again.

 

“What are you doing? Will you release me soon and remove this hood? Then we can talk and solve this little problem” I asked but I didn’t hear any answers. I heard some rattling like somebody was carrying chains or something else making metallic noise. Then it was silent for a while again.

 

“OK sweetie, we know what we need to know and we are ready to continue. Just remain still while we rearrange your restraints. Then we will be ready to talk.” The woman said.

 

“Good, I assume rearrange means you are ready to release me again? It’s really no need to keep me restrained. We just have to sort this mistake out and then we will be ready to forget all about it. Don’t you agree?” I asked. I was a bit nervous when I couldn’t hear them. While waiting for an answer I could feel they were close to me.

 

“Now we release you again. Just relax and remain as still as possible.” The woman instructed me.

 

“Sure, no problem as long as promise me that I will get rid of this horrible hood. Have you ever tried it yourself? I feel like being in a sauna inside it” I said and laughed still hoping and even believing that everything would be fine within a few minutes. I felt hands touching the top of the hood like they were doing something with it. Maybe the lock for the straps had been located this place.

 

“I think the straps are jammed. Could you please help me? Put your hands at the top of the hood and drag in the strap I give you with both hands, OK?” the man asked me. I put my hands at the top trying to find the strap he was talking about but something completely different happened. I felt cold steel around my wrists and some clicks could be heard. Before I had a chance to react my hand were cuffed to the top of the hood through a ring located at the top.

 

“Hey, what are you doing? We made an agreement. You are making a mistake!” I cried out but they just seemed to ignore me. Now I began to be really scared and I decided to play one of the aces I still thought I had left.

 

“Remember that I soon have to call family. Otherwise they will inform the police. I actually missed the last call and therefore it really is important that I call them now” I desperately tried.

 

“And who would you call? Tell us the number and we will be happy to do it for you. I know it probably is a mistake but I really think you have lied to us! We don’t believe you call family every day. We find it a bit strange that it can’t be seen when we check your outgoing calls and when checking the incoming it isn’t different. You have made five calls during the last three weeks and the numbers you have dialed are all different. How about your car as you call it? We checked the license number and we were a bit surprised to find the car you claims yours in the database of stolen cars. It’s a public database everybody is able to visit. I think we need to ask the questions in a different environment. But first I think you owe us to show what you got!” the woman told me in a more commanding tone than she had done until now. I desperately tried to get my hands free while I was angry with myself. It was stupid lying to them and now I was afraid that I was in severe troubles. While thinking I heard the noise of a pair of scissors working and suddenly I felt first my pullover being cut into pieces and remove, then the next layer and soon I was standing only wearing my bra on my torso.

 

“Stop it. You destroy my clothes. You have no rights doing this to me! Just stop it now or you will be in troubles” I cried out both scared and angry. I started kicking with my legs trying to hit them. They obviously had moved beyond the reach of my legs. Suddenly I felt hands grabbing first my left boot and I felt something being strapped around my ankle and then my right leg was forced apart and I suddenly stood with legs widely spread in a painful position. Before I could start kicking again I felt something being strapped around my right ankle and then I realized what they had done to me. They had strapped a kind of spreader bar to legs making me stand with legs widely spread. The exhausting position caused the collar around my neck to add stress to my head. Before I got a chance to continue complaining I heard the female voice again.

 

“And what have you planed to do causing us troubles? I really don’t think you are in a position to threaten anybody. I think you will remain nicely in position while we continue preparing you” she said and laughed an evil laughter. The man laughed as well. I slowly realized the hopeless in my condition. I was completely in the mercy of these two peoples with no chance to resist. Then I heard the pair of scissor continue doing its work. I felt the belt for my trousers being unbuckled and then my trousers simple was cut of me. I continued complaining but it just was useless. In a few minutes I was standing only in my underwear. Then they stopped.

 

“Thank God. It isn’t that bad. If they let me keep my underwear on it might still be worked out. Maybe they just want to threaten me a bit before releasing me. What the hell, I have been stupid and I might deserve it. Then I heard the woman again.

 

“She seems to have a nice body. It might need some exercise but it really looks promising. Let’s continue and see what she got!” she said and then they actually continued. First my panties were removed.

 

“Oh my God, what a stench and how soiled they are! Do you have problems controlling your bladder? Your panties are yellow of urine and you smell like a pig. I wish you were able to see them. Do you have problems with hygiene? It’s really disgusting! We will show it later.” The woman said and the man continued.

 

“This really is disgusting. What if something did happen to you? Think on the poor doctors and nurses who would have to endure this awful stench! You really have to be more careful with hygiene. Remember that a lot of diseases are caused by bad hygiene. Pigs like you don’t deserve medical treatment if needed!” he said clearly indicating disgust. I couldn’t help blush inside the hood but it remained my secret. After this’ pep talk’ they removed the last part of my clothes revealing my breasts and I was stark naked save for my boots and the ghastly hood. I tried to complain again but two fingers squeezing my left nipple told me it was wise to remain silent. They obviously enjoyed watching my now naked body but it all seemed only to be the beginning. I soon felt a rubber gloved hand between my legs.

 

“Stop it! Don’t touch my private parts at all! You have to call a doctor if you think it is needed” I cried out .I don’t know why I asked for a doctor as I didn’t feel ill at all. I just wanted it to stop. Then I heard the female voice again.

 

You really don’t need to worry. I’m educated nurse. I know how to do. We need to have you moved before I continue. Before deciding what to do with you we need some more checks” she said and while talking I could hear some noises in the room like somebody was dragging a heavy piece of furniture against the floor. Then I felt hands at my neck collar and I felt something being attached to the front of the collar.

 

“We will now release your collar from the straps holding you. Then you just start walking in the direction I drag you. Just do as you are told or we will have fun with our nice toys again!” I heard the male voice telling me and while talking I felt a hand at my right breast. First my nipple was cared and it actually felt good but then it changed to pure pain as it was squeezed between two fingers. I tried the best I could to avoid it with my hands and arms but the limited ability to use my hands due to the fact that they were cuffed to the top of the hood made it useless.

 

“Auuuuuu, stop, I’ll do as told. You don’t need to do that! But please remove the spreader bar before I am supposed to walk. I can’t walk with my legs widely spread as they are!” I cried out. He stopped squeezing and I felt the leather straps being removed. A sudden drag in my neck collar told me I was supposed to walk. They obviously had decided not to remove the spreader bar and I had no other choice than follow the man walking the best I could with legs widely spread. The feet shackles was connected to a ring so the spreader bar making it possible to walk but it really was difficult and I really had problems keeping the balance but the evil dragging in me collar told me he didn’t care at all. I was happy they didn’t want me to walk that far because it only took a few minute before I was ordered to stop. I felt hands fondling with the spreader bar dragging in my feet and I heard some rattling with chains as well. I think they hooked something in the spreader bar. When they stopped touching my legs I was sure I was right as I only could move my feet a few inches up and down. Then I felt tension in my neck collar again I desperately tried to move my feet but it was impossible. I just fell forward but not to the floor. My stomach hit a beam in front of me and soon I was bending over the beam with my ass high in the air totally exposing my private parts for these peoples.

 

“Hey, what are you doing? We made an agreement. You promised to release me but now I’m in an even worse condition. Why are you doing this to me? I did promise to corporate and do what you wanted me to do!” I cried out again.

 

“You are doing exactly what we want you to do. We want you to expose your filthy ass and cunt! You have lied twice to us and therefore we don’t trust you any longer. The agreement still counts. The only difference is that my friend and I decide how you corporate. Just relax and enjoy your position. You actually look quite sexy with booted legs and widely spread legs while bending over the horse! I wish you could see it but don’t worry as we take a couple of pictures. Maybe we will show them later.” The woman said and laughed again. I heard several clicks telling me they did as they told me. I had never felt so humiliated before. The fact that they took pictures of my embarrassing position just added to the humiliation. Then I heard the male voice again.

 

“I agree with my girlfriend! I don’t trust you either. Before we will consider releasing you we have to ask you more questions and this time we will make sure you tell us the truth. But firstly we have to make sure you are not hiding any weapons or something else you can use for hurting us. My girlfriend is a skilful nurse as told before. She will examine your cavities and make sure you don’t hide anything in your ass or cunt.  I guess you have heard about a speculum? It’s used for opening our holes and makes it possible to use a flashlight for inspecting your holes. It might hurt a bit when it is inserted and maybe it hurts a bit more when it is opened. My advice for you is just to relax your ass and cunt while she inspects it. I think she will love if you try to fight it as she knows she will be the winner of the battle and you will be the one suffering even more pain!” the man said and laughed again. While he was talking I felt the rubber gloved hands between my legs and some greasy substance was smeared over ass and cunt. She even put her fingers up my private holes. I tried to move my hips to avoid it but she just followed the movements.

 

“She is ready. Will you help me holding her still and part her ass cheeks while I prepare the speculum?” she asked and the man obviously had no problems doing as she asked him to do because I soon felt my cheeks widely parted exposing my ass hole for these two peoples. I cried out when I felt the intruder invade the entrance. The speculum was forced deeply up in my gut and then the real pain began. Slowly I felt how it expanded opening my poor hole more and more.

 

“Stooooooooop, please stop, it just hurts too much! Don’t do this to me! I’m not hiding anything inside me. You must believe me, I’m telling the truth now!” I almost frantically cried out but it had no effect. It just continued to expand.

 

“Stop crying like a child! If you are brave enough to steel from peoples you must be brave enough to endure this as well! I know exactly how much you can take. I will even stop a bit before maximum level as you seem to have an untrained ass hole. I think we are through. Now we just need to light it up so I can check what you got inside you” The woman instructed me and laughed again.

 

“Ooooooooh, look at that! I have never seen a gut soiled like hers! Though I’m used to inspect these kinds of holes I still find this one really disgusting. Try to have a look!” the woman said in a tone clearly indicated that she didn’t like what she saw.

 

“She even smells more than I ever have experienced before. My advice for you is to be more careful with the cleaning and regularly make a through out cleaning of your gut. You can buy enemas or you can make it yourself. Anyway, you don’t seem to hide anything this place. All I need is to make the finger inspection of the entrance. The speculum might hide this area of your filthy gut.” She said.

 

“I really agree with you. I would never do any ass fucking of this slut without cleaning her gut before doing it. It is even full of old shit and the walls are soiled of filthy shit as well!” the man added to the woman’s humiliating speech for me. I could feel how I blushed under the hood. I felt terrible embarrassed but I really had no chance to do anything about it. I just had to wait until these evil peoples were satisfied with the so called examination of the most intimate parts of my body. I felt the speculum being closed again and it was quickly dragged out of my gut sending a new wave of pain through my body. Then I felt the rubber gloved finger entering my ass hole and the fingers busily moving around inside me. She continued doing it for a long time before she finally withdraws her fingers from my now sore hole.

 

“OK, I think this was the worst part of it both for me and you. I certainly don’t hope your cunt is as filthy as your ass is! Tough it stinks of old piss I still think it is much better than what I just have experienced. By the way; I have two types of speculums but I haven’t brought the last one with me. Originally there is one speculum for cunt and one for the gut but I really don’t think it is necessary. Though the speculum for the cunt is a bit larger I don’t think it is a problem. I think I just proved it. You didn’t seem to suffer that much when I used it in your filthy gut. I bet you agree with me!” she told me and laughed again and then she rammed the speculum up my cunt and started to expand it. Though it did hurt a bit it wasn’t as bad as in my ass. But I soon found out I was wrong as she just continued to expand it. I felt like I was about to burst between my legs before she finally stopped. Though I knew it didn’t matter at all I couldn’t help crying out loudly and it changed to a hysterically scream at the end of the expansion. I felt like I should pass out but I remained consciousness.

“You have a nice cunt. I bet it hasn’t been used that much. Your ass hole have probably never been fucked before and I sure you never have had any other kind of sec than the missionary kind of sex. Am I right?” she asked me. I certainly didn’t want to discuss my sex life with this woman so I didn’t answer her but a hard stroke with her bare hand on my left ass cheek made me change my mind.

 

“ANSWER ME! I try to be kind and talk to you during the examination then I expect you to answer me!” she shouted out loudly. My body jumped and I quickly told her she was right. Right now I actually was happy that I was hooded. I was sure that I had turned deeply red as I could feel the heat from the blushing. I hardly could take these embarrassing questions. I was very shy and discussing my sex life with others was completely out of the question.

 

“You seem to be OK this place. It stinks a bit more than usual but all in all it looks healthy and well working. Your clit seems OK as well!” she said and started caress the clit. Oh no, I thought, please don’t do this to me. I had never had any fantasies of being touched my private parts by a woman and now she just rubbed my clit.

 

“Please don’t react to her touch” I desperately thought but I just couldn’t and as she started to rub my nipples with her other hand I just couldn’t help being sexual aroused. I just feared that my juices would start to flow as well and that was exactly what happened. I even started to sweat of excitement. No matter how hard I tried to avoid reacting to her gentle touch it just happened, I just couldn’t help it

 

“Ohh my filthy slut, you really like that. Are you a lesbian? Come here and have a look my sweet man. Her cunt lips are swollen and look how her juices just flow! What do you say? We have been robbed by a lesbian slut, and even a dirty, smelly and soiled lesbian slut! I really think it is disgusting. You are lesbian, aren’t you?” she asked me again.

 

“No, I’m not a lesbian, you are wrong!” I answered still remembering what happened the last time I didn’t answer. They didn’t seem to care about my answer. Instead the woman asked the man if he had any other plans before they transferred me to their secret place. I really didn’t like the term ‘secret place’. I was wondering what they had in mind but I didn’t dare to ask them.

 

“Yes, I actually have some plans with her. I really think she deserves to be taught a lesson not to forget for a long time. Try to check her ass. It’s just normal color. Don’t you think this ass deserve to light up a bit?” he asked the woman.

 

 “I think you are right, it will just be a pleasure to see you in action” she answered. I wasn’t sure about the meaning of all this but I had my scary suspicions. I didn’t have to wait long before I was sure.

 

“We are a bit angry that you did what you did. Therefore we have decided to punish you. The first punishment is just to warm you up to the real punishment. Have you ever tried the strokes from a flexible paddle?” he asked me. I thought about what to answer him but before I had the chance to speak I had no doubt what it was. Waves after waves of pain hit me like a stroke and again I cried out loudly feeling tears in my eyes.

 

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. The merciless strokes just continued and continued and it didn’t take long before my buttocks felt like they were on fire. I continued to beg him to stop but her just continued while I heard the woman being laughing in the background. I just had to accept that my begging didn’t mean anything at all to them. I even had the feeling that begging just meant more punishment.

 

“How do you like it?” the man shouted while still paddling my now extremely sore ass cheeks.

 

“Oh please God, please make it stop! I can’t take more, please make it stop!” I frantically thought. It felt like he continued got hours before he finally stopped. . I was weeping under the hood. It was both the most painful and the most embarrassing experience I had experienced for years maybe even in my entire life. When he finally stopped I was frantically moving my hips from side to side in a useless attempt to avoid the strokes. Once again I felt like I was on the very limit to pass out.

 

“Now your ass has the color we just love! But this was just to warm you up before the real stingers. Listen to the sounds in the air right now. My sweet man is presently testing the flexibility of the cane. It has been placed in a large pail of water since we strapped you to the horse in order to make it as flexible as possible. Just listen to the sounds. I guarantee you that it really is effective when he put it into real service. We have decided to mark you. Not permanently mark you but just mark you with stripes that will remain on you for a long time making you continuously remember that you did something really stupid! Are you ready? As it is important that the stripes are located exactly where we want them to be I will hold your hips tight during the caning. We have decided to mark you with three stripes. One across both cheeks crossing your ass hole making you remembers that you really got yourself into deep shit when you decided to rob our house. Just above this stripe we will place a cross consisting of two stokes. This cross will make you remember that you were lucky to find me and my sweet man who are able to teach you a lesson never to forget.” She instructed me and then she took a good grip in my hips with her latex gloved hands holding my torso in a steady position like it was placed in a vice with no ability to move at all.

 

“She is ready. Be my guest and aim the first stroke. Promise me you give her three real stingers. I really want her to feel each stroke. And please let her totally recover between each stroke. She deserves to feel all the pleasure possible during this last part of her punishment” the woman said.

 

“No, please no. I had enough troubles enduring the paddle. I don’t need more! I really have been taught a lesson not to forget. My ass is still on fire. I don’t think I will be able to take it” I desperately begged them.

 

“Nonsense! Don’t be such a baby! You will be surprised if you ever find out how much pain the body actually is able to take. Who knows, maybe you will sometimes find out” the woman told me and while talking I felt the cane being placed at the first position passing over my extremely sore ass hole. Then it disappeared for a second and then I heard the horrible sound of a cane accelerating through the air and then the unavoidable pain started.

 

“Auuuuuuuuuooooooooooooohhhhhh au auauua auuuuuuuuuu” I just screamed and screamed. The pain was overwhelming. It just felt like it continued and continued, like it never would stop again. The first seconds I just felt like it continued to increase and increase and increase in strength but then finally it gradually decreased and I felt it bearable though it still did hurt like hell. My whole body was covered by sweat after the first stroke. My screams stopped and I switched to a silent weeping just fearing that they really decided to give me the last two strokes. After all I actually had no doubts that they would do as planned. Until now they hadn’t ‘disappointed’ me concerning keeping their promises when it was about pain and humiliation. While thinking and fearing what to come they answered my question as I felt the cane resting on my ass cheeks again.

 

“OK, sweetie, it wasn’t that bad was it? I’m sorry you can’t see your ass right now. It really looks beautifully. The deeply red ass combined with the swollen stripe is just perfect. I hardly can wait to see the final result when we are through” she told me and laughed again. At the same time I heard the merciless sound of the cane in the air again and once again I screamed the lungs out of my body. I now felt like I was in a different world. My brain began to blank out and though I was wearing the hood cutting of all light it still felt like it went even darker inside the hood. I just screamed and screamed like the pain never would end but as before it again gradually decreased and changed to the strong stinging like I still felt from the first stroke. I wasn’t sure I would make it during the last stroke. I had a strong feeling that I would faint when the third stroke hit me. The man had obviously taken position at the other side. I could hear it from his talking. It probably was to be able to place the last stroke exactly where it was supposed to be. I felt the hands of the woman holding me tight again telling me they were preparing the final stroke. I really hope they didn’t change their mind and decided to give me more strokes. Three strokes of this horrible cane was more than enough for me. Then I again heard the swish from the cane in the air and the terrible pain started all over again. The combination of the new pain from the last stroke and the pain I still felt from the last two strokes really made it an experience to me. I frantically turned my head from side to side and up and down while screaming the best I could. It really felt like it lasted for hours though I knew it only had lasted for maybe a minute.

 

“OK my sweetheart, do you want more? Do you want us to give you a couple of bonus strokes? I’m sure we will be able to make it fit into the pattern of the first three strokes. What do you think? Do you want to be a brave girl and take a couple of strokes more?” she asked laughing again. The man was laughing as well. I frantically turned my head from side to side and tried to shout no though I almost couldn’t speak through my weeping. My answer sounded like I stuttered but I think they understood.

 

“OK, then we will stop with this. I really think we have done a marvelous job. I’ll take a few pictures of it and then we will prepare you for the transport to our secret place. I promise to show you later. I really think we have taught you a lesson you will never forget. Each time you sit on your ass cheeks you will be reminded for a long time, just wait and see!” she said and laughed again. I felt the collar being released and I was raised to upright position again but the dragging in my neck chain continued until I was standing on the tip toe. They had used a hook located at the ceiling and when they were satisfied with my position it was locked into place with a padlock. I heard some rattling with chains again and a belt was locked around my waist. Then I felt something cold between my legs and a kind of steel band was pulled extremely tight parting my cunt lips. I felt something being locked to each ring on my leg shackles and then my feet were released from the spreader bar. It felt nice being able to collect my legs again but they weren’t finished yet. I felt hands between my legs and then the chains from my two leg shackles were tightened until I felt like my legs were lifted free of the ground and then I again heard the click from a padlock.

 

“OK smelly slut, you have been ‘dressed’ in what we call prison restraints. It will be a little difficult to walk but not as difficult as it was to walk with the spreader bar between your legs. It’s just to make sure you don’t try to escape and to make sure you don’t kick again. It might hurt a bit but that will be your problem. You will be guided to our van and then we will make sure you sleep during the trip to our secret place. We don’t want you to be able to find it. Though you are hooded you are still able to hear what is going on. This won’t be a problem if you are sleeping during the trip” the man instructed me. I felt a drag in my neck collar and I walked the best I could. The steel band was cutting between my legs for each step I took. While walking I tried to speak with them again.

 

“Where are you taking me? Try to see it from my position. You have punished me severely for what I did. I haven’t stolen anything from you as you took me by surprise before I had the chance. If you continue you will be accused for kidnapping. Why not be clever and let it stop now?” I asked but all I achieved was another evil drag in the neck chain forcing me to walk quicker. A door was opened and I felt cold air. I concluded that they had guided me outside the house. Then I heard the noise from the engine of a car and then it stopped again.

 

“OK, I’m ready. Just put her in the back of the van and then we are ready for the trip. Do you have the syringe ready?” the man asked. I was forced into the van and forced down on the floor. Then I felt the sudden pain from a needle in my right ass cheek telling me she had remembered the syringe.

 

“OK smelly pig! Within a few minutes or even seconds you will be sleeping and when you wake up again you will be located a different place. Just relax and enjoy your sleep. You will really need it as the future might be a bit exhausting for you” the woman said. The van started and I felt it begin moving.

 

 

“Good, let’s have the van in the garage again and take her down the cellar. She will believe she is a different place when she wakes up. My plan is to put her in the cell with the steel bed with the thin rubber covered mattress and the steel pail for waste. This will be her only furniture during the first couple of days while we try to find out who she really is and if we are in danger that somebody will look for her in our area.” Mick said to Lex.

 

“I really hope she won’t cause problems. If we succeed trapping her as well we almost have a harem down the cellar. Think on all the fun we will be able to have with three sluts.” Lex said.

 

“You are right and they don’t cost much money. I have made some tests with offering them dog food. I have read about it. It contains all they needs; the only disadvantage is that the taste is a bit different compared to our food but that will be their problem not ours. Sometimes they even eat like dogs. Last night I enjoyed Anne eating still wearing the arm binder. She had no other choice than eat like a dog. It really was a sight looking at that rubber covered ass high in the air while she was eating.” Mick told Lex

 

“It sounds good. Stop your exciting dreaming and let us get back to work. We need to have her safely stored in the cellar before she is awake again” Lex said smiling to Mick

 

They drove the van in the garage again. They had not left the courtyard of the house before Rose was sleeping. Mick just drove in circles in the courtyard until she was sleeping and it didn’t take long. He kept the light switched of as they didn’t want anybody to notice it. It would be a problem if somebody came to the house right now. They used the winch for lowering her down the basement of the prison and then she was placed on a trolley and taken to her new home. Safely inside the cell Rose was placed on the narrow cell bed with the thin mattress. It was covered with a rubber sheet to make cleaning easier. During the sleep the person who was trapped in the cell would feel how it glued to the body.

 

“She just has to be grateful she is offered a mattress. If she complains we just remove it and let her sleep on the nice steel springs and the connection rods between them. She has been located in a luxury cell with bed and toilet. Later she will find out she can’t take this for granted. Let’s chain her well. It’s important that she really feels she is in a prison cell and that any hope of escape is out of the question. I think the best is to remove the steel band and loosening the chain form the belt to the link chain for her feet shackles a bit. We will have plenty of time to put her in tight chastity belts if we want to. Right now I think it will do her good to feel the humiliation of being stark naked in a dirty cell. Will you chain her collar to the chain running from the ceiling? Make sure it is long enough to let her use the pail placed just behind her headrest. This will give her some freedom to move but she will still feel she is restrained.” Mick asked Lex.

 

“OK but I think you are a bit too kind to her. She really deserves to feel a chain cutting between her legs. I think it would be perfect to adjust it almost like we have done with Mitchi and make every step she takes and ordeal for her.” Lex said.

 

“Just relax sweetheart. Believe me; we will have plenty of time to make her suffer in the future. Right now I actually think that the fact that our sweet slut Rose is trapped in a dirty cell will be more than enough for her. Just wait and see. I bet that she will find it a bit degrading to have to use the steel pail as her toilet. The pail has been locked to the wall with a chain making it impossible for her to move it to a different place. It’s a safety precaution as well as she wont be able to use it as a weapon against us. One more thing; we have to remove her hood. This is an unmonitored cell and therefore we have to be sure she is safe. I’m always finished with the adjacent cell and then we have three monitored cells. If we want to we can just move her to that cell later. I think it is too much work to install the portable survey. Put this steel collar on her and chain her hands to it with short link chains. I don’t want her to be able to caress her sore ass. But hurry up; it’s very late and I want to go to sleep.” Mick said.

 

“OK, OK, if you say so. If you really want to be kind to her I accept it. Then I will just prepare and plan something exciting for her. Let’s leave her cell. I have made a bottle of water for her. It is water but I have of course added laxative. I don’t want to have any problems with constipation. It won’t be a problem for her as she is sleeping beside her toilet. Do you take care of adjusting the temperature in the cell making sure she won’t get the cold?” Lex asked Mick

 

“I already have. We just need to switch the heating on when we leave her. Maybe it will be a bit hotter than required but I think it is better than risking she gets the cold. Now I really think we have completed. It’s late and time to sleep. This smelly slut doesn’t run anyplace. She will surely remain in her cell” Mick said and smiled and then they both left the cell.

 

 

- Mick finds new interesting books in the dungeon -

 

During Mick’s reading of Jennifer’s diary he was wondering how she could possible know all this old stories about how they really did in the old dungeon when it was in active service. Sometimes she referred to old diaries she had read in the dungeon but she never told much about them save for using what was told in her own diary. One day exploring the rooms in the cellar he visited the relatively large room which in accordance to Jennifer’s diary had been used for the guards when they had a break. He had never explored it that much as he found it more exciting to visit the cells as they all oozed of discomfort and control. He really found it amazing how different they were shaped and equipped. It was like each cell had been specially made for special purposes. Both Mick and Lex found it extremely exciting as it made it possible to make it more ‘interesting’ and ‘exciting’ for their sluts trapped in the dungeon.

 

“It’s nice that we are able to make it an exciting experience to stay in the dungeon for our pets. They never need to feel boring as we have a lot of nice cells and rooms to show them and a lot of exciting equipment they are allowed to try” Mistress Lex used to tell Mick with a broad sadistic smile.

 

“She really is right. Sometimes I really have difficulties to figure out the equipment is supposed to be used. Some of it is so sophisticated that it is impossible to make it work without instructions. It’s not easy if you even can’t figure out how you are supposed to trap the victim into the device” Mick thought and continued dreaming

 

“But the fact that it is so sophisticated makes it even more exciting using it. Sometimes it actually doesn’t matter that much as it is still causing pain and discomfort even if it isn’t used as it is supposed to be used. Hey, what is that?” Mick asked loudly though he knew he was alone in the room. Behind dust and cobwebs he noticed a row of small doors. He removed the cobwebs and dust from some of the door. They all had small nameplates mounted. Mick opened one door with the name Kathy and looked inside. It contained some old rusty cuffs, a cup, a few plates, some books and other things. Mick paid attention to the books. One was named Kathy’s logbook and Mick curiously opened the book and started reading. The book seemed to be a kind of a diary telling about what was going on in the dungeon as well as it had a number of pages with schedules and tables. The tables contained data about treatment of the victims as well as each pages ended up with summing the marks for the different ordeals the victim seemed to have been put through. The last line told about the training level for each victim. The table Mick was reading was data concerning an inmate with number 25. It ended with the text “No progress at all. This slut needs special attention”

 

Mick continued to some of the pages telling about each day. Kathy had carefully written about the treatment of her victims. In the beginning of the logbook she had written about how happy and grateful she was for being accepted to be both guard and trainer in the secret dungeon. Until this approval she had been living a poor life fighting for surviving each day but now she really was happy.

 

“What more can you wish? I have a place to stay, I can live out my dark desires and I got even paid for it. I really am lucky that I have been taught to write as that was important for being approved” Kathy had written on the first pages of her logbook. Mick continued to the pages telling bout how she trained the sluts as she obviously called them.

 

“1^st of February 1802.

The great Judge has rewarded me with a new slut. Last week was a great week. The circle really had luck as 8 women had been sentenced to death and stored in one large cell awaiting the sentence to be executed within two months. All women succeeded ‘escaping’ from the large cell and disappear. Now they all were trapped in the dungeon and four had already been put through the initial trial in the Courtroom of the dungeon. It was quite an amount of inmates to the dungeon deep underground as the number of inmates before this arrival was 24. I had been granted one of these 24 for training and she had been mine for almost two months. She is in my opinion almost through though she still needs some oral pleasure training. It really will be nice to start all over again with a new untrained slut. The slut has been stored in a solitary confinement cell for one week ‘dressed’ in a spiked steel chastity belt. I can imagine that she is desperately begging for release from the belt. It’s a sophisticated constructed belt made for making the victim feel uncomfortable while wearing it. The tiny spikes at the inner side of the curved crotch band is rounded making sure they don’t puncture the sensitive skin but the constant pressure against the private place of the slut makes it feel more and more painful the longer it is located. The first couple of hours aren’t that bad bud then it really begins and then it just continues irritating the cunt lips and the entrance of the cunt until it is removed.

 

“I think it is about time to visit her. She has been kept isolated for one week now and her real training can commence. She really is a lovely woman just perfect for a sadistic mistress like me” I was thinking really excited. She had some special plans concerning how to really ‘welcome’ slut 100225 to her new life. 100255 was her old prison number. In the old dungeon she would have a new number and the staff had numbered her slut 25.

 

“I think it will do her good to see what is expected of her. Slut 13 is in progress though she still has a lot to learn. Faith has granted me as I actually was dreaming about one more in my responsibility. Though slut 13 already has given me a lot of pleasure it will be perfect to train two women as I will be able to make them compete from time to time and I will be able to force them to progress faster if they see what happens if they refuse. It is common known that the women are able to cross borders if they see another victim suffer in a worse condition.” I thought dreaming again. She wore relatively thick panties but she could already feel her juices wetting them though they could absorb quite an amount.

 

Kathy as the woman was named wasn’t that old. She was 26 and had a well trimmed body. She had always been a shy person almost afraid of strangers but in her fantasy she had always been in control. She wasn’t more than 13 years old before she found out about her sadistic tendencies but she had kept it as her own secret. It was pure luck that she had overheard a conversation about the circle and the secret prison. She knew it was dangerous to mention it but she couldn’t help asked about a place in the staff as it reflected what she had always been dreaming about. First she really was scared as they immediately busted her and made her disappear for a few days. During these days they asked her a lot of questions to make sure she wasn’t just spying and had planned to disclose the secret about the prison. They actually threatened her that they easily could make her disappear with no trace at all and they warned her that they would find out if she didn’t tell the truth. But finally she had succeeded making them believe that she really was a sadistic woman just begging for a place in the circle. A that time the circle didn’t include more than two women. She wasn’t accepted for the inner circle yet but they had accepted her as a prosecutor or defender during the trials.

 

“I’m sure that slut 100225 still remembers her defender during her trial! I really did a great job and I actually think my performance has made them realize that I’m just perfect for the job” I thought with a broad smile wile she approached the cell containing slut 100225 who now was numbered 13. She now wore a collar with the number engraved. I unlocked the door for the cell and entered it. The poor woman inside was kept I a condition that actually didn’t needed the door to be locked but it was a matter of safety. Right now she was kept under double lock making escape totally out of the question. Even if the sluts succeeded escaping their cells they were still trapped as both guards and trainers entered the cell area through a heavy steel door separating the cell area from the outer part of the dungeon.  Inmate 13 didn’t seem to notice the cell door had been opened. She seemed to be halfway sleeping but fighting to be awake as sleeping wasn’t preferable in her condition. The poor woman was trapped in a tiny cage. Then one might ask if sleeping isn’t possible in a cage and the answer is of course yes though tiny cages sometimes makes the muscles cramp the longer the victim stays inside it. Slut 13 was suffering much more troubles inside her cage.

 

“Hello my worthless piece of meat, how are you doing? Having a good time?” I asked enjoying the sight of the restrained woman in the cage. Inmate 13 really was suffering in her tiny cage. The height of the cage didn’t leave room for a person to fully stand but her restraints didn’t allow her anyway. Her legs had been locked to the bars of the cage making her stand with legs widely spread. Her head had been locked into a steel head cage with hole for feeding and her eyes free as well. The top ring of the head cage was locked to the top of the cage with a short chain forcing her to stand in a partly squatting position. But the worst part of her condition could be seen between her legs as she was standing astride a wedge with slightly rounded edge. The position of the wedge could be adjusted as desired and then it could be locked in position. Right now her cunt was free of the wedge but the look at her face told me it wouldn’t last for long before she had to give up and ride the sharp edge again. Her hands had been chained to her steel collar making it impossible for her to relieve her tired legs with her hands. I had adjusted the length of the chain from her head cage so she partly was hanging by her head and partly riding the horse when she had to give up and sit in order to relieve her tired legs. The fact that they were spread widely apart both added to the discomfort as they begins to cramp after some hours as well as it made sure she really was riding the horse when she tried to rest her legs. If the legs are gathered it is possible to use the loans squeezing the wedge during the ride and give her some relief. Furthermore her waist belt had been locked to the wedge only giving her a few inches freedom of movement up and down.  The color of her cunt clearly told me that she had been riding several times during her stay in the cage. While I enjoyed her struggling she saw her cunt slowly lowers towards the wedge and within a few minutes she was sure inmate 13 was riding the horse again.

 

“Auuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh, pleeeeeaaase, pleaaaase take me down. I can’t take more. I’m just so tired and sore between my legs!” She was screaming desperately.

 

“Sorry my smelly pig but I can’t. I have planned to let you remain in the cage for at least twenty four hours and you have only been in your cage for almost twelve hours. It’s just a part of your training. If you now what will happen if you are disobedience it is easier for you to accept and carry put orders. Some women find it difficult to lick the asshole of a man or a woman if it is ordered but if they know the consequences if they refuse it are easier to realize that it will be a stupid act.” I told her with a broad smile.

 

“I’ll do whatever you tell me but please take me down!” inmate 13 begged again.

 

“Now it’s enough. If you continue begging I will double up your stay in the cage. But I actually have planned to release you for a few minutes later if you promise to be a good girl and enter the horse a quickly as possible when you are ordered back in the cage. Do we have an agreement?” I asked her.

 

“Yeeess, aaauuuuuuhhhh, I’ll do anything to be free of this exhausting and painful position even if it only is a few minutes.” She answered me.

 

 

Mick stopped reading for a while and looked up from the diary.  He took place on a dusty chair placed next to the table.

 

“Maybe this marvelous woman has been writing her diary on this very place. I can almost feel her spirit in the room. I have to find the cage she has described. It will be exciting to see it as well as I might decide to put it into service again, who knows?” Mick thought and closed his eyes to live even more into the medieval environment he was reading about. Then he continued the reading.

 

“That’s my slut, smelly and worthless as you are. Your cage will be wheeled to a different area and then you will get new orders. I expect them to be carried out quickly without any complains otherwise I will make sure the next twelve hours in the cage will be even worse!” I warned her. I had planned to use her for showing my new slut what obedience included in the dungeon. Therefore it was important that slut 13 did as she was told without asking any questions. I called for two guards to help me wheeling the cage in position in front of my new pet’s cell. Slut 13 complained a bit during the ride as the movement of her cage made it difficult for her to avoid the sharp wedge between her legs.

 

In order to make me look as scaring as possible I was dressed in my black leather dress and I the top of my head was hidden by a medieval executioner hood with holes for the eyes. I had my favorite whip in my right hand and the broad leather paddle hanging from the left side of my belt. I placed a couple of torches in the slots located at each side of the cell door and then I opened the heavy door for her cell. Though the torches didn’t light up the cell that much my new pet blinked in the sudden light as she had spend most of the time in the last seven days in completely darkness. First she couldn’t see me but gradually her eyes got used to the light and she looked scaring at the person standing in the door looking at her. I took one of the torches and locked it into place in a slot located inside her cell. The light made it easier to take a closer look. I remained silence for a long time just looking at her. She didn’t dare to say anything and she decided just to look down at the floor.

 

“A clever girl! She is afraid that too much looking at me will make me angry with her” I thought and then I decided to break silence.

 

“What a stench you have produced inside your cell! You are disgusting!! Even your belt has been soiled with your own filth. Didn’t they tell you to use the hole in the floor for your filthy waste?” I shouted out. She remained silence as she didn’t really know what to answer. My embarrassing and degrading speech made her blush.

 

“Answer me when I address you!” I shouted out even louder.

 

“Yes they did but it has been so dark inside the cell. It’s almost impossible to find it and to avoid soiling myself. The painful chastity belt doesn’t make it easier to me!” she tried to explain.

 

“Nonsense! You have your hands free. Sometimes I have been able to understand that sluts heavily restrained inside the cell have difficulties but you have been free save for the neck collar and the chain running from it to the wall. You have much to learn before I’m through with you! Let me introduce myself. My name is Kathy but for you I will be Mistress Kathy or simply Mistress. I’m probably your worst nightmare. I’m lesbian and I’m a sadist. A woman in the hand of a lesbian sadistic woman will learn what pain and discomfort means as I know exactly about the weak spots of a slave. Concerning slave I can inform you that this will be your future employment. It will be quite easy for you as all you have to do is to please me and the persons I allow to use you. From now on I totally control you. I decide when you eat, when you piss, when you defecate, when you sleep and when you are awake and most important of everything; I decide when you suffer and feel discomfort. I expect you to be grateful no matter what I do to you or what you are ordered to do! Have I made myself clear?” I asked her.

 

Slut 25 waited for a few seconds with answering looking both scared and confused. I don’t think she really understood that her future ‘employment’ simply would be pain slut and slave. Then she obviously decided to remain silence and she just nodded her head to show me she was with me or at leash that she thought she had understood my pep talk for her.

 

“Good, very good. As you have no experience being a slave I have prepared a little show for you and only for you. It’s like going to the theatre but this show is for free. You don’t have to pay for the enjoyment. Isn’t it exciting?” I asked her with a broad smile.

 

“Yes, I think it is exciting” she answered me still sounding scared like hell.

 

“Yes what? I didn’t exactly hear you. Tell me once again” I shouted out. First she looked a bit confused but then I could see something came to her mind.

 

“Yes Mistress Kathy, I think it is exciting” she answered me with a trembling voice oozing of fear. I couldn’t help feel excited as this was her first Mistress Kathy and I just loved when I was addressed like that.

 

“That was much better. You have much to earn before I’m through with you and satisfied” I answered her.

 

“Guards, please wheel our entertainment in position. I want her place just in front of the cell door but against the opposite wall.” I shouted out. The creaking sounds of the wheels were heard and inmate 13 was wheeled in position fronting my new pet.

 

“This is one of your friends for the future. She has been a bad girl because I have been and I still am disappointed with her progress. Right now she is taught a lesson not to forget. She is actually torturing herself as her own weight is her only enemy. She has to fight her need to relieve her tired legs as it will mean pain a certain and sensitive place in which no women want to be tortured at least not severely. Some sluts actually love feeling pain this place but I have been lucky as this isn’t the fact with this inmate. She just wants so badly to be free of the cage and the wedge. But she still has about twelve hours left until I am satisfied with her concerning this part of her training. I have decided to be kind and temporary fulfill her wish but only temporary. After the show for you she will go back to her cage.” I briefed inmate 25 with a broad smile. I noticed from the look at her face that she was about to realize that her isolation only was the beginning and that it until now had been a vacation compared to what was in store for her.

 

I walked to inmate 13’s cage and made some adjustments. I attached a longer chain to the top ring of her head cage and unlocked it from the short support chain. Then I opened the door and gave her my instructions.

 

“I want you to do the spider walking for me. I will take place in the chair at the opposite side of the wall facing my new pet. When you are ordered you will leave your cage as fast as possible and crawl to me. Make sure your filthy cunt is exposed to me all time during the walking and that you crawl with legs widely spread. You take position just beside me sitting in the chair and you make sure your cunt remains high in the air. Is that understood?” I asked her.

 

“Yes Mistress, I fully understand and thank you for letting me temporary out of the cage.” The slut cleverly answered me. It pleased me a bit as she seemed to have understood that I didn’t want her to fuck up right now. I took position in the chair and enjoyed inmate 13’s struggling to suppress her urgent wish to leave her exhausting position right now. The door for her cage was fully open and she only needed to move her body a few inches before she was free of the evil wedge, which already had caused her a lot of pain and discomfort. Her body shined like a star of the sweat covering her body. During the waiting time I played with the nice short flexible whip with the short leather lash at the end. I made strokes in the air enjoying the sounds it made and enjoyed the look at my new pet’s face at each stroke in the air.  Then I decided it was time.

 

“Worthless slut 13, move your filthy body to my place as ordered!” I shouted out loudly making my new pet jump in fear. Inmate 13 had no problems doing as she was told. While enjoying her struggling to get out of the cage I had no doubt she was exhausted and sore in her muscles. She took position and ordered and slowly she started crawling towards me with her cunt and ass high in the air. A woman crawling like that really feels humiliated and degraded. I enjoyed it as well as I enjoyed the rattling of the steel chain against the floor. Within a few minutes she was in position right beside the right side of my chair as ordered. She just remained I position moving her body slightly to make her exhausted muscles work again.

 

Mick stopped for a moment again and considered finding the cage and the cell before continuing. He walked around in the room for a while and tried to imagine how it would have been to witness it for real. But then he couldn’t help smiling again.

 

“What the hell! We have three ‘willing’ sluts just waiting for the fun to begin. All I need is to choose what I want to do with them or my sweet Mistress Lex and I just have to decide what to do and then it will happen for real. The diaries actually only are a kind of users manual to make it easier to figure out how to use all this exciting equipment” Mick though and he just couldn’t help laughing loudly though he knew he was alone.

 

“Why are you laughing dear friend? I didn’t hear you say anything. Are you telling jokes to yourself?” Mick suddenly heard a voice ask him. He jumped and looked very surprised and noticed that Lex was standing behind him. She had entered the room making no noises.

 

“Oh sweet Lex, you almost scared me. I didn’t hear you entering the room. I have found more interesting papers and then I couldn’t help laughing as I wished to be there when all this took place but then I realized that we have three ‘willing’ slaves ready to do it all over again only for us” Mick said and laughed again. Let me continue the diary. Then I read it up loud for you. Have a seat and enjoy the story.

 

“You see slave 25. This slut knows how to do as ordered though she isn’t even halfway through the training I have planned for her. I will now show you what obedience also means” and with this statement I aimed the whip and gave her the first stroke on her sore cunt lips. She cried out loudly moving her hips from side to side but she cleverly didn’t lower her ass as she knew that well it only would mean suffering even more pain and discomfort. I waited patiently until she had absorbed the initial pain from the pussy whip and then I aimed the second stroke.

 

SWISH, the whip spoke it’s merciless language in the air and the leather lash found the sensitive spot between her legs again.

 

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuhhhh, eeeeeeeuu, aush, aush” she screamed out loudly briefing heavily and again moving her hips from side to side. This time she lowered her hips slightly but she quickly regained position like she hoped I didn’t notice it. I decided to ignore it and just continue the punishment. As it only was a demonstration and not really training I decided to make it only six but very hard strokes before I was satisfied. After the last stroke I could see she really suffered. Her sore cunt lips had difficulties absorbing the sharp pain from my pussy whip. I could feel my juices flow between my legs and I shortly considered ordering her to lick my dirty unwashed cunt but I decided to wait. This would be a job for my new pet later this evening or maybe first tomorrow. I hadn’t decided yet. Sometimes I got all the pleasure I needed by doing it myself after having treated my ‘willing’ slaves.

 

I gave slave 13 a last not really hard stroke with the whip and ordered her to enter her cage again. I called for the guards to help her entering her cage again and to lock her into position again. While she was crawling back I addressed my new pet again.

 

“Now you have seen how it is supposed to be done. I guess you noticed that though it still is a novice slave she really has learned a lot. I have so many ways to make a slave obey my orders and she has already found out that any disobedience only will mean more punishment and more humiliation, discomfort and pain. I now want you to expose your smelly disgusting cunt like she did and then we will make a test with the whip between your legs as well. I bet it is quite sore after the pain from the spikes. I will now be kind and remove your belt and let your filthy cunt be exposed for me I said while approaching her. I took the special key for the belt and unlocked the broad spiked steel band from her waist belt. She really looked relieved to be free of the evil spikes that constantly had caused her pain and discomfort during the past days.

 

“Ohhhhhhhhhh my sweet pet, your cunt lips really seem to have enjoyed the spikes. They both are nicely red and swollen but as I’m kind it isn’t that bad. I have chosen the type with rounded spikes only causing pain but no damage. But you really have soiled your cunt during the past days. It smells awful of old piss and it looks dirty and disgusting. You will have to be more careful with hygiene this place in the future. A slave is supposed to be clean this place no matter how difficult it is for her.” I said and smiled at her while attaching a long chain running through a hole in the wall to the back of her waist belt. Then I shackled her hands and feet with shackles linked together with a relatively long link chain. Her hands were cuffed behind her back. As she now was sitting on the cold floor of her cell the link chain rested on the floor. Then I gave her the final instructions while looking at her soiled body.

 

“OK, you are ready for the first part of your training. The orders are simple. All you need is to crawl the spider crawl heading toward my chair and take position at the right side of the chair. Then you simply expose your filthy cunt for me and remain in position until I give you new orders. I have chosen an easy beginning for you as you probably is too stupid to understand more complicated orders. I know it might be humiliating and degrading but that is just a part of the training. You will expose your soiled smelly body for me and you will do as you are told. If you fail I really think you will be sorry!” I instructed her and laughed loudly as I knew that well how she felt.

 

“And by the way, don’t get any stupid ideas trying to hit me or try to escape. The chain connected to your waist belt is connected to a container with stones of a weight similarly to the weight of your body. If you try anything stupid I just have to operate the handle beside me and you will be dragged back to your cell by the chain. It will be your own choice. You have seen the whip in action. I have different kinds of whips for encouraging you to carry out my orders. And if you try to threaten me or you do something stupid I simply operate the handle.” I told her with a broad smile at my face. She still looked a little rebellious but the look at her face indicated that she was aware that trying to escape right now wouldn’t be good plan.

 

I took position in the chair after moving it in position as far away from my new pet as the chain connected to her waist belt would allow her to crawl and in a position giving me a clear view of her crawling. Then I ordered her to commence the crawling. My new pet got her torso free of the ground and she actually seemed to have understood the importance of exposing her cunt for me during the crawling. The link chains for her feet and hands shackles made the crawling difficult and slower as inmate 13. I really enjoyed the rattling sounds coming from the chains being dragged against the floor. It just told me a slave totally controlled and in my mercy were approaching me. Finally she was in position beside me at the right side of my chair and I ordered her to turn around with her cunt in direction of her cell. She still did as ordered but she had her ass a little low in my opinion.

 

“Expose your ass and cunt better than that. You can do much better!” I shouted out. She quickly raised her cunt as far as she could as she probably had realized that any disobedience would mean more punishment.

 

“Well, it really looks nice. It is red and swollen just as I like it to be. But my God how soiled and smelly it is! You really have messed yourself. I’m happy I don’t have to touch you with my bare hands. The stench is almost gagging though my face is pretty far from it. I really think the whipping will do you good and make you be more careful in the future. Now remain in position while I whip you. Each time you fail and lower you ass the stroke won’t count. Initially I have decided to reward you with 15 strokes. If your cunt is deeply red after these 15 strokes I might be kind and order you back to your cell!” I said and aimed the whip to her private parts. I decided to give her three quick strokes and then let her recover for a while.

 

SWICH, SWICH, SWICH

 

The sudden pain made her both jump and scream like hell and her cunt and she frantically moved her ass moving sideward and up and down while she tried to cope with the pain. I noticed that the first strokes already had done her good and made her cunt lips a bit redder. She cleverly tried to remain in position but she couldn’t help begging me to stop with these three strokes.

 

“Aaauuuuuu, please, please, not more….. I promise to be good and do as you wish. I’m just so sore between my legs after wearing the belt for that long. Please give me a break!” she begged me. I really love to listen to slaves in a useless attempt of begging me to stop. It always makes me feel hot and excited. Right now it would be nice to burry her face between my legs but I decided to let her wait.

 

“Don’t be a baby. Criminals deserve to be punished and a slave slut deserves even more punishment. You will be able to take all 15 strokes. Just wait and see. Maybe you will even ask me to give you a few more strokes, who knows?” I told her while laughing loudly while I aimed the whip again. I placed the leather lash on her cunt almost caressing her with it and then I gave her another stroke. I made sure that this one was a real stinger and her screams clearly indicated that I had achieved my goal. Her body was cover with sweat, which made her body looking even more soiled. The filth was mixed up with her sweat and I noticed that some of it was running down her front torso in the direction of her head. It just made her look even more messed up. I just continued with the whipping while she became weaker and weaker and at stroke number 13 she almost didn’t scream any longer. I guess she just hadn’t more air for screaming. It took her longer and longer to recover between each stroke. I wanted her to be ready to each stroke. She had failed twice meaning at stroke number 13 she actually already had got her 15 strokes but her fails were of course rewarded with additional strokes.

 

“Now be a brave slave and take the last strokes. Raise your filthy ass again and make sure it is in position!” I shouted out wile rubbing my clit with the left hand. It was just so enjoyable to have her beside me in this position. At stroke number 15 she collapsed on the floor lying and weeping like a child.

 

“What are you doing? Have I granted you permission? I better teach you a lesson!” I shouted out and dragged a chain running from the ceiling towards her. I dragged it through the front ring of her belt and between her legs to the back ring. Then I locked the link chains for her shackles to rings mounted I the floor and walked to a handle located at the wall. By turning it the chain from the ceiling were shortened up and slowly she was dragged in position again by the crotch chain buried deeply in her cunt and with the cunt lips at each side of it. I continued to turn until she had her ass high in the air almost not able to touch the ground with hands or feet. Then I stopped.

 

“I think this will teach you a lesson not to forget. I will leave you like this for some hours exposed for the guard walking in the corridors. Maybe they even want to play with you!” I said and laughed again. Then I just left her in this stressful position as I really had to go to my quarter and do something between my legs.

 

Mick stopped reading and looked at Lex. She was sitting with the same dreaming look at her face like Mick had done when Lex arrived to the room.

 

“I think we are the luckiest peoples in the world. You have been lucky buying a house with such an exciting history and you have found the surroundings where it all took place. I have been lucky finding you and we have both been lucky finding three ‘willing’ sluts who crave humiliation and pain. What more can a man or a woman wish?” Lex asked with a sexy luck at her face.

“I’ll tell you. We have done enough for today. Let’s make sure our sluts get enough for surviving until tomorrow and then I think we need to have some fun in the bedroom” Mick said and gave Lex a relatively hard stroke on her ass with the bare hand.

 

End of chapter six.

 

A real life request for women only:

I promised to write more about my request for real. I have always been dreaming about doing some of the ordeal explained in the story for real. I know a lot of it is dangerous and that some of it has to be done in a scaled down version if it is in real life.

 

Changes in my life have made it possible to have it for real.

 

If you are a submissive woman who would love to try some of it for real and who would like to live with me as my 24/7/365 slave/submissive woman then please write me a letter telling me about your data and desires as well as your personal life.

 

I’m a 45 years old man and I would love to live together with a woman who reflected my desires in a relation combining our desires with the normal life including all what it takes concerning love, care, understanding, safety etc.

 

If it has your interest then please write to mickni3@gmail.com and we will find out if it would work for real.