Amanda Becomes a Slave

Amanda Becomes a Slave

ONE

By the time Amanda was 15 she was already a millionaire. Daddy had started her investing at just 10 years old and for the last two years was hands off on her finances. She was happy to know that she would never have to worry about money, but she also learned a lot from her mother about indulgences. The result being that when mom died from an overdose when Amanda was only 17, Amanda decided to never go down that path. Unfortunately, her father passed only a few years later. Now at 32 Amanda was fully her own woman. She had more money than she could spend thanks to Trust funds and inheritances. With all her free time she began to seek out alternatives. No long ago she discovered the fascinating world of BDSM. In her life most people did as she said to begin with so being the top held little meaning for her. But losing control? Well, that was something new altogether. The first time she was bent over a table and received a spanking followed by a brutal ass fuck, she was hooked. As time went on, she began to seek more and more to get the same rush. She knew it came from her mom’s genes causing her to become addicted to the loss of control mixed with pain and humiliation. Knowing that didn’t help her all that much though. With her powerful connections she sought out and found an organization that catered to the BDSM world in a very private way. Getting an invite to even talk to the people was difficult even for her.

Somewhere in the Swiss Alps

“Miss Miner. Welcome to the Chateau.” The man who stood well over 6 foot tall greeted her in one of the sitting room overlooking a splendid view of mountains.

Amanda took the seat offered. A woman dressed in long heavy dress that left her breasts exposed, presented her with a cup of tea. A chain dangled from her nipples and had a set of small bells on them that tinkled as she bent over to hand the cup.

“Thank you for seeing me Mr. Cooper.” Amanda said after taking a sip of tea.

“Well, I could hardly say no. You pulled a lot of strings to get here. Although I am confused as to what you are seeking here.”

“I had thought that to be obvious by now. I wish to be trained as a slave here.”

“I’m afraid that to be a slave here you would need to be willing to devote a significant amount of time to the training process and could expect to remain her for years or even decades. I can’t imagine a woman in your position taking that much time away from business.” Cooper sat back and took a sip of his own tea while he studied the woman before him.

Amanda smiled before she spoke again. In her experience, rushing into words was usually a bad idea. In this case though she already knew what she wanted and what she was willing to pay for that. “As you are aware, I have vast resources at my disposal. I have an army of men and women falling over themselves to find ways to be in my good graces. Yet what I seek is for someone to dominate me. I and committed to this and I am willing to do what is necessary to accomplish my goal.”

“I see and if I tell you that you would need to commit to a minimum of say two years?”

“I see you have falling into the same problem others do when they first meet me. Everyone underestimates me and my resolve to accomplish my goals. Mr. Cooper I am not willing to commit for two years, I am willing to commit myself until I have been thoroughly and completely broken and trained to be completely obedient. I do not do things in half measures. I expect to be trained, to suffer pain and humiliation and to have no recourse once it begins. I wish to have no safe words and absolutely no way to end this until you have declared me a fully trained and obedient slave.”

TWO

It took Amanda much longer than she might have liked to get her affairs in order.  Two months later she was back at the Chateau. She had set up everything to run on its own while she was gone for an indefinite time. Her lawyers were not happy, but they knew better than to complain too much. She transferred nearly $500 million to the trust fund for the Chateau to cover her being there. It was the least she could do.

She refused to tell anyone where she was going only that she would be gone and unable to be reached. Leaving the states, she felt nearly naked. She had been ordered to only wear a dress and heels. She was to have her passport and nothing else. Once she arrived in Europe a car would be provided for her and she was to follow the directions given by the driver.  He immediately took her passport and demanded that she open her dress to ensure she was following orders. Aware that others in the Airport would see, nevertheless, she opened her wrap around dress to expose her naked body. The driver waited for what seemed a bit longer than necessary before allowing her to cover herself. She briefly wondered what would happen if she was arrested for indecent exposure in a foreign country.

The trip to the Chateau was surprisingly normal. She sat in the back and was afforded a nice view of the countryside as they travelled. The car stopped in the front, and she was told to go to the front door and wait. At the front door another slave girl was kneeling on a pad by the door. Without looking up she told Amanda to kneel on the other pad and remain quiet.

The wait seemed to last for an eternity. Amanda realized that she never waited on others, they always waited on her. She struggled with the need to get up and at least make sure someone knew she was there. Nearly two hours later the slavegirl stood up and told Amanda to follow her in the main house.

What the fuck? Amanda thought. She could have got up at any time. The girl took her to a room on the opposite wing as the first time she was there and had Amanda stand in the center of the room. She walked around her a few times studying her form. Two men came in took up places on either side of Amanda and waited.

“I want her clothes destroyed. Put her arms in the ball sleeves and then you may have your way with her for an hour. Be sure to fuck all her whore holes. When you are done take to the ballroom.” With that the slavegirl who seems to be in charge turned and left.

The men waited until the woman left then proceeded to cut away the dress that Amanda arrived in. They even cut the straps on her shoes and all of it was tossed into the fireplace. Well Amanda, no backing out now. She thought to herself.

The men each took a hand and forced a foam ball in each hand. Then they wrapped the hands in tape be careful to not wrap it too tight. Next the coated her arms with a gel. Finally, they worked a pair of rubber sleaves onto her arms. The ends of which were fitted with rubber balls. The sleaves went all the way up her arms and the end result was that she was left with completely useless appendages. Asshat One, as she thought of them as One and Two, spun her around and bent her over a convenient chair. He wasted no time shoving a very hard cock balls deep into her pussy that was surprisingly wet to her. Two took his place in front and told her that he was going to fuck her ass. If she wanted lube this was her one and only chance. She worked at getting as much saliva as possible. After a few minutes the men switched and Two shoved his cock into her ass. She had by now been fucked in the ass, but Two’s cock was much bigger than anything previous she had experienced. The feeling was akin to being ripped open by a tree trunk. She would hve screamed but One’s cock was working its way down her throat, and it was all she could do to not gag and choke. They worked on her going back and forth for an hour of more not caring about when they went from her ass to her mouth. Both finished in her ass and then one of them shoved a plug in her to keep all the cum inside.

THREE

The cage stood upright and looked very imposing. It wasn’t large. In fact, it seemed a bit on the skinny side. The slave girl was waiting and now dressed in a full-length black leather dress with a tight corset and a deep dark red blouse seeking up from under the corset where her breasts were being shoved up and together. She looked very imposing and very much the person in charge here.

“Hello Twat. Welcome to your new hell. You may think of me as your new God. In fact, you may call me Goddess. I have complete authority over your existence now. You will learn to obey me unconditionally. Let’s get her in the cage.” The front of the cage was opened, and Amanda was help in. The cage was in segments and each and to be closed. The first were the two leg segments. Closing them forced her to go on her tows to have room for her feet. The front war a solid piece of metal with a few holes by her ankles and toes. The next segment was the torso. It took both men to get it to close all the way. Amanda felt like she was being crushed and wondered if it would close before or after her ribs were broken. Of course, once they got it closed and put that lock in place she was only able to take small breaths. Her arms hung uselessly at her sides now and she was feeling the beginnings of claustrophobia. The head portion was a bit more involved. The front part held a metal mask with two long pipes coming out from the eyes. It looked terrifying to Amanda who had already changed her mind about being here. She was about to speak when the front of the mask was pressed against her face. A flat metal piece extended into her mouth and was adjusted until it held her tongue cruelly down in her mouth. Metal spikes on the bottom meant that she would be unable to free her tongue until it was raised back up. Next, another piece was adjusted to lift just under her top row of teeth forcing her mouth wide open. With her mouth secured the neck piece was slid into place and locked. It covered the adjustments meaning that without the key no one else could mess with her. The pipes at her eyes were the next adjustment to be made. They were first moved in until they rested against her face. Then they were pointed to opposite directions. This forced her to look at two different things with her eyes. The effect was quite disconcerting. Panels on either side were then closed in to help hold her head in a very static position.

Amanda realized just how fucked she was. Or at least she thought she knew. The bottom part of the cage opened apart to spread her leg for easy access. “I see you kept the cum.” Goddess held a cup under Amanda’s ass and popped the large plug out of her stretched ass. Cum practically exploded out of her ass once the plug was out of the way. Her gaped ass had no way of holding it in. Goddess took the cup and poured the contents of the cum and shit mixture into Amandas mouth. Unable to move her tongue or head the mixture stayed in her mouth until it very slowly slid to the back of her throat, and she was eventually able to with much effort swallow the disgusting mixture. “What you eat and when you eat are my choice now. Get used to feeling hungry all the time and you might as well learn to expect only the nastiest of foods from now on.”

While Goddess was feeding her the leftover cum and shit, Asshat One and Two were busy down below. She felt that familiar if very uncomfortable feeling of having and catheter being inserted. Next, she felt a new intrusion in her ass. Or she thought, Twos cock was big this was huge. Held in the cage immobile as she was though there was absolutely nothing, she could do to stop what was happening. The intruder filled her ass, and they kept pushing it deeper into her. A scream came unbidden from her as the intruded reached a full 12 deep inches into her ass. Pain began to blind her. The feeling of helplessness was overwhelming. They were destroying her ass and she could do nothing about it at all.

The intruder was held in place for a moment while she adjusted to it. It took all her willpower to get her breathing back under control. She could never have imagined this much pain before. Then it happened. The switch clicked and she was instantly horny. This was the rush she had been seeking. The intruder was allowed to slide back down a few inches before it was roughly shoved back in. This time it managed to go even deep into her ass. Another scream was heard from her.

Goddess was watching carefully. She noted when the switch happened. When her new slave became aroused. She too was aroused and had a hand in her crotch, rubbing her very wet pussy. This might be more fun than she first though.

The procedure was repeated a few more times until they were satisfied that the tree stump would not go in any further. A heavy belt was then locked around her waist and between her legs ensuring that the intruder would remain where it was. The leg segments of the cage were put back together. Next Amandas feet were shoved against the front of the cage and straps were applied to keep her feet en pointe. The “floor” of the cage was then lowered leaving her suspended by means of her absolute inability to move even an inch.

“Now for the surprises.” Goddess had a wicked grin that was not seen by Amanda but heard in her voice. Amanda could only wonder at what horrors this meant for her. First, she felt the plug begin to fuck her ass. I reality there were rings in the plug that were moving up and down to simulate the feeling of being fucked. The movement was not altogether unpleasant. It also was not enough to come close to getting Amanda off. This was more of a long slow tease designed to frustrate her. “How does that feel Twat? Enjoy it while you can.”

Amanda had a bad feeling about all of this. There was more to the surprise she just knew it. But as the fucking felt good, she decided to go with it and closed her eyes. Pain exploded in her ass. Unrelenting, agonizing, brilliant white, hot pain burst into her ass and spread out from there. Her eyes flew open and she let out a blood curdling scream.

“And there you have it. Each time you close your eyes you will be shocked. Now do enjoy your free time. I’ll be back to check on you later in the evening.”

Later in the evening? Fuck! It was barely past 9am when she arrived at the Chateau. This Goddess was a sadistic cunt. Amanda wanted out and she wanted to go home now. Unfortunately for her all she could do was remain in place and endure the pian and suffering she was in.

FOUR

Time is a funny thing. When you are having fun, it neatly flies by. For Amanda though it slowed to a snail’s pace. Unable to move was bad enough but the added discomfort of the contend ass fucking, the jaw ripper and tongue crusher as she came to think of them, was horrendous. And damn if she wasn’t getting a migraine on top of it all from not being able to see properly. But above all that was the pain she felt when she closed her eyes. She hoped that she might get more used to it but somehow it hurt as much each time as the first. She was a phone call away from destroying these people. How she would get to the phone, she had no idea. Right now, she would settle for just being allowed out of this torture device.

She heard the arriving footsteps and prayed that it was time for her to be released. No voices were heard, and she was unable to see anything. She felt something spray in her mouth and quickly her throat became numb. Then a tube was inserted into her mouth. A single command from an unknow voice told her to swallow. The tube being forced down her throat was anything but pleasant. Again, she was reminded just how helpless she was. The tube made its way to her stomach and shortly after nutrients and liquids were passed through the tube and into Amanda. She would never know what she was getting. She had always been so careful about what she ate and now she was forced to accept whatever just got deposited in her. The tube coming back out was somehow worse than going in. She managed with much effort to not gag or throw up knowing that could be disastrous.

More hours passed before she heard more steps. By now she was no longer pissed. She was terrified that she might remain here in this hell until she died. The steps stopped in front of her. “I think you look just a bit too comfortable. Let’s see if we can fix that.” Goddess was beside herself with glee as she spoke. Amanda felt the pressure lesson on her chest as the covers over her tits were released. Goddess grabbed a nipple and began yanking until her full tit was pulled through the small opening. Goddess then repeated the painful affair on the other nipple and tit. Amanda cried a bit as she was sure the woman was trying rip her nipples off. The water from her tears caused her to close her eyes a bit too long and a new wave of white-hot pain slammed into her ass. Goddess smiled at the scream.

Holding up a skewer so that Amanda could see it, with one eye anyway, Goddess then took the meat skewer and placed it behind the nipple along the line of her areola and pushed. It took a few tried to get it started. Not that Goddess minded all that much as she was really enjoying the screams. Amanda on the other hand was certain that her breasts were well on the way to being permanently ruined. More pain erupted as the skewer finally broke the skin and slid behind the nipple on the way to the other side. Goddess could have pushed it through in on go but decided to take her time and dig around a bit before pushing it out the other side. She repeated the process on the other side again taking her time to exact the most pain possible. Amanda now had to skewers in her tits each about 45 degrees off horizontal. Goddess liked this but felt the need to even it out. She took another skewer and going the opposite angle drove it into the exposed and defenseless tit meat. As she worked it a bit inside of the tit, she got a new idea. First, she finished the other side. The picking up another skewer she placed directly on the left nipple. She pushed until it broke the skin and dug into the tit. Goddess angled the skewer so that it came out facing the other breast. In that breast it went. It took her two tried to get to come back out exactly in the middle of Amandas right nipple. For Amandas part, she was screaming in agony.

Amandas nipples now pointed out to the sides. Blood dripped down from several places. She was trying to adjust to the new assault on her body when pain exploded in her ass again. How much more could she really take she wondered. Goddess still had tings she wanted to do to her slave. Nooses were slid over the skewers to trap behind them. Then she added a kg weight to each nipple before setting the swinging.

“Well, I suppose I should let you get some rest. You have a big night tomorrow. We will be hosting a party right here in this room. I hope the guests enjoy the view. Do try to get some sleep.” Moments later the door closed, and Goddess was gone. Amanda cried again. The last time she cried before coming here she was 5 years old.

As the night dragged on, Amanda felt exhausted. She needed to get rest somehow. Unfortunately for her each time her eyes closed she was immediately awake from the painful shock in her ass. She realized that before Goddess left, she turned up the power for the amount of pain she would receive from the shock. Where it had been terrible it now felt like she would die each time. She would do fine for a while but eventually her sheer exhaustion would win over, and her eyes would droop closed only to be shocked wide awake again. Amanda was positive she traded a life in heaven for an eternity in hell.

FIVE

The Devil stood before her. Her long black leather covered in the blood of millions of souls. She laughed at Amanda who found herself trapped in quicksand. She tried to scream for help, but no one seemed to notice her scream any more than those of the other millions of souls here in Hell. Amanda watched as her nipples detached themselves and began to fly off in opposite directions.

The searing pain in her ass immediately woke Amanda. How she managed to sleep in this predicament was beyond her. She knew though that she probably only nodded off for a few seconds. The sun was rising, and Amanda had hopes of the daylight making it easier to not close her eyes. She was beyond exhausted though.

The sun made its path across the floor and up the cage of the trapped creature inside. It neither cared nor even noticed the struggles and tribulations of pain that the woman in the cage suffered. As the path took it slowly higher and higher it reached the pipe covering the slaves left eye. The quirk of fate that managed to line up the sun so as to fall exactly down the shaft and directly into her eye was little more than a coincidence. Nevertheless, the bright pinpoint of intense bright light slammed into Amandas eye. Naturally she tried to close just that eye. The pain from the shock in her ass was still just as intense. It was so bright that it soon began to cause a pain that rivaled the shocking. But each time she wanted to accept the shock, her eyes betrayed her and flew open. Naturally she tried to look anywhere but at the bright sun but kept failing. For several agonizing minutes the sun remained in line with her one eye. Even when it finally left, she felt light it was still there. Perhaps she was now blind in that eye as all she saw from it was a big green splotch. She would give her entire fortune to be free of this cage.

“Good morning! I hope you slept well!” Goddess said a bit too cheerfully. “I had a nice discussion with Coop last night and we agree that you will need extra special attention. You did afterall provide us such a generous donation. Now. Tonight, we are having the annual masked ball. You are already masked so you need not worry on that count. If you behave, I may let you out of there to do other activities. But while you are still in there, I want to let you have something to ponder. Should you not take to your lesson of obedience I can and will put you back in this cage and next time I may not be so nice about it. I mean you’re barely suffering at all.” With the last, Goddess lifted the weights from her nipples and then let them drop several inches. Amanda tried to scream but all that was left this morning was a moan. “Hmm. I suppose a bit more weight might be in order. I really do like your screams.” Goddess added an additional 4 more kgs before repeating her lift and drop. This time Amanda was positive her nipple had been ripped off her chest and mustered up a primordial scream from deep inside.

“Much better. Well. I must be off now. Be a good girl and stay put, okay?” She turned and bounced towards the door. Just before she went through the door she stopped and turned back to Amanda who could just see her out or her left eye. “Part of the special attention you wanted is going to be a very nice surprise for you tonight. I think you’ll love it. Do get some rest you look exhausted.”

SIX

The day was somehow even longer than the night and day before together. The nice sensation of being fucked in the ass was gone. Replacing it was the feeling that her ass was now permanently destroyed and that she would need to wear diapers. The was not a single spot on her body that was not in tremendous pain at this point. Didn’t they understand that this wasn’t fun anymore. They were slowly killing her. More than once during the long day she saw herself for outside her body. The pain completely gone. She could see the broken woman in the tiny cage and knew it was her but not for long. Soon she would leave her body like this and never return. She watched as the woman jerked in pain. Probably from the electrical shock being delivered to her ass. The world came crashing back to her complete with pain everywhere.

The room began to fill with people. The noise level went up and Amanda wondered just what might happen tonight. After some time, she finally heard Coopers voice over the buzzing of other conversations. “Welcome everyone. I happy to see such a nice turnout. For the nights entertainment we have a few surprises. The first is the acknowledgement of our very own Alexandria. Alex as you may know has been training as a Dominant for the last year or so. She was awarded with her very own slave just the other day. She is now considered a full Dominatrix with all privileges as such. But I warn any of you that might consider being her next slave she is proving to be quite sadistic. Then again, knowing some of you, that may be exactly what you are looking for.” Laughs and clapping could be heard. “Our first show is going to be a demonstration of flogging on a male slave. For the task of providing the whipping we will be treated to Mistress Stephanie.” More cheers. Stephanie was known for how brutal she could be with a whip and cane and many had wanted to see her use a flogger. Amanda head shuffling and more buzzing chatter for several minutes while the male slave was tied over a pummel. His arms and legs were pulled out so that all his weight was on the pummel and his arms and legs were useless to help him in any way.

“For those that don’t know me, I am Mistress Stephanie. The slave tonight has paid me to receive a severe beating without the use of safe words. I warned him that may not be in his best interest, but he has assured me he can take whatever I dish out. As you can see, he is well gagged so that he can scream to his hearts delight. Also, he won’t be able to change his mind now.” Much laughing and light clapping. “I know you all want me to use a flogger so I decided to find one that I might like to use, I am not a fan of leather floggers as I feel they don’t convey pain as well. So, I found this one. It is made from 28 steel braided cables covered in a plastic coating. A small but heavy barb is attached at the end of each braid. I do expect there to be blood so those that prefer to not get covered in blood may wish to move to the back of the room.”

What the actual fuck? These people weren’t into BDSM, they were psychos. Thought Amanda. She listened as a few people did move and then to the whistling of the flogger as Stephanie did a few practice swings to get the feel for the implement. Whack. The sound of multiple braids hitting flesh was only interrupted but sudden scream from the slave as he realized just how painful things could get. To his credit he got himself under control fairly quickly. Somehow, he managed to not make more noise until around the 20th stroke. By then his ass and back were beginning to look more like raw hamburger than flesh. Stephanie continued though until she landed a neat 100 strokes, and the slave was passed out from the pain. When she put up the braided flogger now dripping with deep dark red blood the entire room applauded.

“While the slaves clean up this beautiful mess, I will tell you about the next item on the list. We have decided to have a challenge with two female slaves. Master Caine, and Master William will be tying each slaves’ breasts and preparing them for a good ole fashion tit hanging. The stakes are high. The loser will be subjected to the same flogging that our male slave just got except that she will have to endure two hundred strokes. The loser is the first one to let her feet touch the ground once the challenge begins.”

Lots of talking was going on now. Amanda knew that the longer it took to get to her the worse it probably was going to be. But what was worse than hanging by your tits? She had seen a couple of girls hang by their tits before and the time in the air could be measured in seconds.

After the clean up two large breasted slaves were brought in. Each of the slaves were already secured in very tight single sleeve arm binders. They also had full leather hoods that appeared to mold to the skin they were so tight. Under the hoods the women each had their mouths filled with a rubber bladder that was injected with expanding foam. The bladder’s soft rubber allowed for the inflation to reach into every nook and cranny. Both women were not going to making sounds anytime soon. Additionally, the only holes in the hoods were the two small nose holes to allow for breathing. If one looked close they would see that the hoods didn’t not have traditional zippers or laces, instead the hoods had been sewn closed with an extra flap over the first seam to ensure the hoods would not come off until the owner wanted it to.

The two Masters each selected a slave at random, then began to bind the tits extremely tightly. They used a rough hemp rope that would not stretch but it also was quite uncomfortable for the slaves to bear. It very short order the breasts of both women were turning a dark purple. Muffled moans managed to escape the hood but not much more.

“Okay cunts. Here are the rules for you challenge. We are going to raise you up to your toes. Then on the count of three you will lift your feet off the ground and hold them up for as long as you possible can. The one who lasts longest will be let down and the rope removed. The loser will be hoisted back up and flogged with 200 strokes of the flogger by Mistress Stephanie. A vote will decide after if the ropes come off after the flogging or wait until morning. I think that should be quite the incentive to keep your legs up.” A few remarks were made, and some more general chatting ensued. Once all was ready, Cooper did the count down and each of the slaves dutifully lifted their legs. “The record by the way, is a little over fifteen minutes.” Murmurs of appreciation could be heard.

At about the ten-minute mark on of the slaves looked like she might faulter. “Can you just imagine going this long and then giving up. It’s like she wanted to be whipped.” Mistress Stephanie commented. Immediately the legs were pulled back up higher. Finally at the eighteen-minute mark or so first one then the second dropped their legs. So close as to be a tie. “Well, I certainly couldn’t tell who won. Anyone else see?” No one spoke as they all understood the meaning. There had to be a loser. So, in the case of a tie, both would be losers.

At that particular moment Amanda had closed her eyes and the shock she received was much more severe than the previous ones. Goddess stood up. “I am so sorry. My new slave is still learning how to obey. When she fails, she is given immediate punishment. In this case 50,000 volts are pumped into her ass. The screams are completely involuntary. Not to worry she will be given an extra punishment for disturbing the proceedings tonight.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck! Amanda cursed herself in her head. She had been doing so well. But that shock was on a whole new level. And 50,000 volts? Wasn’t that enough to kill her?

While Amanda berated and seconded guessed herself the two slaves were lifted into the air. The braided flogger came out and soon the two women wer hanging limp from very dark purple tits. The bindings were removed, and the women were taken away.

SEVEN

“We have saved the best for last. Mistress Alexandria the floor is all yours.” Cooper finished the intro for Goddess and stepped aside.

“Thank you, Coop. First let me say I am so happy with the turnout tonight. And since no one else said it, I will remind you that most of the Chateau is available for the rest of your stay so please feel free to play and fuck wherever you want. The lower levers are off limits as are individual guest rooms and quarters without an invite. Okay now that’s out of the way. My new slave has been in her cage for quite some time now and I am sure is most eager to get out. However, before I release her, I plan to mark her as mine. She is now and will remain my personal property. So, with that in mind….” She trailed off as two male slaves rolled in a cart with container hold red hot coals. On the side was a branding iron. Alex picked up the iron and showed it around to the audience. The brand was the logo of the Chateau with the initials G.A. under it. This was to signify that the slave branded was the property of the Chateau and more specifically Goddess Alexandria. She let everyone take their time to inspect the iron while it was still cool. Placing the iron in the coals she went on. “Naturally I plan to have the slave tattooed as well. Actually, I have a lot of body modification in mind for the deserving little twat.” Again, much laughing and clapping.

Amanda felt the pressure on her right ass cheek lessen as a door was opened. Fuck! That crazy bitch is going to brand my ass! She tried to struggle in any way she could but there was nothing left. She was beyond weak and tired. Some more minutes passed while Goddess waited on the iron to get to red hot. “Okay folks. Here we go.” Amanda heard the sizzle of the fire as the iron was withdrawn. She tried to prepare herself mentally for what was about to happen, but nothing could prepare her for the level of pain that came with having her ass flesh seared. She screamed again and again as the pain sank into her for what felt like an eternity. Her ass also lit with pain from the shock her personal intruder gave her when she closed her eyes at the insane level of pain she received. The shock that had been so bad before still hurt like holy hell but paled next to being branded. Moments later she passed out. The computer software registering that she was unconscious, stopped the shocks and went into standby mode.

The audience erupted in applause. The coals and the iron were taken away and the party goers were then left to enjoy themselves however they wished. More than a few had already started with having slaves sucking several cocks during the shows. Now the full fledge orgy would begin.

EIGHT

The sun felt warm on her skin. Amanda slowly came awake and took stock of her situation. Travelling all over the world had taught her to wake up calm and not jump right up. The first thing she noticed was a lack of any fetters. She was able to see with both eyes and in the same direction, although that felt strange now. Her body still hurt. She noted that her ass felt strangely empty. She wondered just how open it really was. Her right ass cheek throbbed in pain but was manageable. The same could be said for her breasts. They hurt but she could handle it fine. Her jaw on the other hand, while not being force open still hurt like hell. And it didn’t seem to want to move even though it was free as well. It hit her that she was taking full breaths. She almost forgot what a luxury it was to be able to take in air. Her hands were even free.

Sitting up slowly brought on a wave of pain in most places of her body. She welcomed the pain as it meant they had not managed to kill her. The room she was in was well appointed albeit with bars on the windows and probably a locked and or guarded door. On the bedside table was a note. ‘Good morning, Twat. Shortly a slave will be by to bring you some food. You will NOT speak. You WILL get on your hands and knees and eat from the bowl everything provided. When you are finished you will kneel in the corner and push your nose into the corner as far as you can. You will remain there until I come for you. Failure to follow my direction will result in another round in the punishment cage.

Amanda shuddered at the thought of going back in that torture device. Since waking she re-evaluated what had happened and more importantly what she asked for. She was loathe to admit that she was getting what she asked for. She had asked to be broken and damn if she was starting to feel that way. She knew that if a phone was sitting on her desk, she would not use it despite how desperately she wanted to before.

A knock at the door announced the entrance of a slave girl. She was dressed in sheer skirt and her head was covered in a leather hood. It had holes for her to breathe and perforations at the eyes to see. It was naturally, locked in place. The slavegirl brought in two bowls. One had liquid in it and the second had a grey lumpy mess in it. She the bowls near a wall and then quietly turned and left the room.

Amanda’s first reaction was oh hell no. But then she saw an image of her in the cage again and decided that the lessor of the two evils was simply to do as she was told. She knelt on her hands and knees. She didn’t know where the cameras were but was just as sure they were watching her. As she got close to her mean she immediately smelled that the liquid was piss. That might have been bad but the stench from the “food,” was horrendous. Amanda felt her stomach come up and say hello. Or was that Hell, no? She flashed back to when they shoved tubes down her throat and pumped in whatever they wanted. She understood her two choices all too well. Deciding to try to hide some of the taste of the gruel, she slurped some piss. She held it in her mouth for minute to let it soak in and then swallowed and went for the gruel. The piss was bad, but she had tasted piss before and knew what to expect. The gruel was on a whole new level of nasty. Bile rose and she was sure she was going to lose everything. Rather than focusing on how gross this was, she chose to focus on how terrible it could get going back in that heel hole of a cage. It took a lot of willpower and determination, but she managed to get it all down and keep it down. She even licked the bowl clean in the hopes of scoring good points.

Settling into her position on her knees in the corner, Amanda decided this was not the worst thing that she could be doing here. In fact, it did seem to calm her. She had time to consider her conversation with Mr. Cooper oh so long ago.

                “Mr. Cooper I am not willing to commit for two years, I am willing to commit myself until I have been thoroughly and completely broken and trained to be completely obedient. I do not do things in half measures. I expect to be trained, to suffer pain and humiliation and to have no recourse once it begins. I wish to have no safe words and absolutely no way to end this until you have declared me a fully trained and obedient slave.”

She remembered it word for word. She wondered where in there she agreed to allowing herself to be branded and soon to be tattooed if Goddess was to be believed and she did believe her. Yet here she was. She had survived being held in a cage of pain. But could she survive what was to come? She considered how long she would be here. She asked to become a full slave. But then once that happen who said she had to ever leave. No one knew where she was. She absolutely did not want interruptions so she made it a point to not say where she was going or when she might return.

She thought about the woman that she first saw as a slave and then declared herself a God to Amanda. Her name was Alexandria. Or at least that was the closest she could come. Cooper called her Mistress Alex/Alexandria, but she was quite adamant that Amanda call her Goddess. It was easier than she might have believed to think of the woman as Goddess. She did hold complete power over Amanda. She wasn’t sure if she respected or feared her. Perhaps it was a mix of both, that caused her to think it would be a good idea to never piss her off. Goddess had the power to call Cooper, Coop. That spoke volumes since no one else called him anything but Sir, Master, or Mr. Cooper. Goddess was also able to talk to the party guests as if she was running the show. Indeed, she did have the main show which was focused on Amanda’s ass. She would really like to have had her Security People run a background on her. That was never going to happen though.

She continued her thoughts running back and forth from reliving the last two days to trying to discern what would happen next. She felt the sun pass across her back and was reminded that she thought she might have gone blind before. But her eyesight seemed to be fine now. The rays felt warm and gentle. The first gentle thing since arriving her.

“Twat! Crawl over her and kiss your Goddess’ boot.” Came the command. Amanda was starting to get the idea that she had a name change somewhere along the way across the pond. She quickly made her way to where Goddess was standing and bent her head down to kiss a boot with a riding crop tapping against the toe.

SMACK! The crop landed in the small of her back and forced a yelp from Amanda. “Did is suggest even that you should stop?”

“No Goddess.” She answered meekly as she returned to kissing the proffered boot.  

“You are lucky that I have not been outside today. You might be licking off who knows what crap I step in. I really never pay attention to where I step. Did you know there are dogs and horses here? If it weren’t for slaves my boots would smell like shit all the time.” Goddess had an almost barbie lilt to her voice. In most any other circumstance Amanda would have found it extremely condescending. But somehow, she like this to being yelled at. With the yelling came pain. “Okay that’s enough on that one, do the other.”

The irony of Amanda doing this was not lost on her. Days ago, she was an all-powerful multibillionaire, now reduced to kissing the boots of another woman. A part of her did find this sexy though. This was more in line with what she was expecting. Being forced to submit and show her wiliness to do subservient tasks. “Alright enough of that. You have a lot to do today. First, we are going to see the Doctor. He is going to make sure you are still healthy enough to be tortured more.” Amanda groaned internally. Next you have an appointment with the blacksmith. He has a collar waiting for you that will take a bit of effort to get on you. I don’t know about these things, but I do know that it will be seamless and will have fancy toys to control you. O know how much you love being shocked.” Goddess laughed at her own joke.

Goddess put a leather collar around Amanda’s neck and clipped a leash to it. Amanda was then instructed to fold her arms behind her back and keep them there. “One more thing. No speaking except to me and only if I ask you a direct question. Nod if you understand.” Amanda nodded and with a jerk from the leash, followed her Goddess out the door.

NINE

“Mistress Alexandria. Welcome to my part of the world. I see you brought your new acquisition.” The Doctor said not looking away from Goddess.

“I have plans to do more with her and I want to make sure she’s good to go for right now. If she checks out, then have a slave take her to see Casey. He already knows what to do.” Goddess handed the leash to the Doctor. “By the way she is under orders to not speak.”

“Well, I suppose I can do a cursory exam then. But to do a proper intake I do need to get a history and that will involve speaking.”

Sighing, “I suppose if you must. Keep to the script and no idle chit-chat. She is probably going to become a mute slave soon, and I want her getting used to it now.”

“As you wish Mistress Alexandria.” He took the leash and waited until Goddess left the room. “Normally I would have a nurse do this questionnaire, but she has the day off. You may sit on the exam bed.”

Amanda tried to not show the fear in sitting. Instead, she turned to present her ass to the good Doctor. “Hmm I get your point. Well, you will need to get up here eventually so I can do my exam but for now…” A couple of minutes later Amanda found herself kneeling on the exam bed resting on her left ass cheek. He asked all the normal question when you first see a new doctor. History, background, current meds if any, allergies and so on. The he carefully helped her onto her back and got her legs in the stirrups.

I don’t see any problems in the vaginal area however your ass has a number of tears and perforations. If should heal just fine in a couple of weeks as long as you don’t aggravate it. Amanda rolled her eyes at him to say, “Like it’s my choice here.” “Yes. Well, I will mention it to your owner.”

“Owner.” Now there was an interesting word for Amanda to mull over. Was she owned? She supposed she was. She was branded and would soon bear her owner’s name on her for life. Turning her attention back to the doctor.

“I think your left breast is getting an infection. I’m going to give you something for it and I will also mention that to Mistress Alexandria.” He then helped her back up on her feet and told her to stand in the corner until the slave came for her.

TEN

Amanda thought it ironic that her leash was clipped to the collar of the slave leading her to the Blacksmith. The slave showed up in a hood much like all the other slaves she had seen so far, and her arms were being held in an armbinder. Amanda in contrast was still unfettered. Funnier still was when they got to the door to go outside, the slave indicated that Amanda should open the door for them. Who was leading who?

The slave took a longer route to the shop staying off the grass and on the path. Amanda was certain this was more for the impossibly high heels she wore than respect for the grass. The sharp stiletto heels were not meant for walking on soft surfaces. The grounds were quite beautiful this time of year with flowers blooming almost everywhere. Several slaves could be seen attending the various gardens all in similar leather hoods that had to be uncomfortable in the warm afternoon sun. The path led down a hillside and a brook ran alongside. In her old life she would have loved to take a vacation here. The smells, the light breeze and the colors all made for a very beautiful scene. Off in the distance she could see the stables. She wasn’t sure but she thought she could see horses and ponygirls and boys. Everyone had a fetish.

Casey turned out to be everything Amanda would expect from someone who worked with metal all day long. He was easily 5’-10” and had more muscles than most of the men she came across. It was clear though that his came for hard work not working out. The slave stopped by the door and waited to be acknowledged. Once he finished with the piece he was working on, he came over and released the leash, sending the slave on her way.

“This collar that Alex wants on you. It’s very permanent. I need to know for my own piece of mind that you consent to this.” He said in a matter-of-factly not bothering to introduce himself or even say hi.

Was this a trick? If she said no, would he then not put it on her? If she said no how long would the very pissed off Goddess leave her in the cage? Swallowing she nodded an affirmation.

“Okay then.” The slight Russian accent came out more. “I will tell you now. You will watch your weight. If you gain too much weight your neck grows then you will slowly strangle yourself. It is not pretty.”

Amanda suddenly had vision of her face turning red and not being able to do anything about it. She had an involuntary shudder at the thought. Casey took her over to a chair and said “Sit!”

She managed to sit so that only her left side was toughing the chair. She did not want to get him upset. HE took out a tape measure and wrapped it around her neck and looked at the measurement. With a humph, he went back to his other table and began working. About an hour later he came over and put two pieces of curved metal around her neck. Satisfied with the fit he took them back to the working table. Then he stopped and turned around. “You get in cage over there.” He said pointing to a small but very secure looking cage off to the side. She wasn’t sure she wanted to ever get in another cage but this one at least looked big enough she could move around in it. She had to get on her hands and knees to crawl into the cage and then once in stayed on her knees. He motioned for her to pull the door shut, so she did. The latch closed but it wasn’t locked. Eventually she woke to find she had slept much of the afternoon. The sun had long since gone down. A bowl of water was just outside of the cage. The lights were dimmed, and no one was there. The cage was locked but there was a slot big enough to slide the bowl in and be able to get the water. The water was cold and refreshing. She couldn’t remember the last time water tasted this good.

Amanda was awakened by a slave tapping on the cage. She had a bowl of the nasty grey gruel ready for Amanda. For her part she was hungry, but this was not the breakfast she was accustomed to. Nevertheless, she accepted the food and forced herself to finish it and the piss that came with it. She briefly wondered who’s piss she was consuming. The meal was just as disgusting as the day before. Being hungry didn’t seem to help much. The slave had waited patiently for her to finish and nodded approvingly when Amanda licked it clean.

It was another hour before the blacksmith returned. He was happy and whistling a tune she didn’t know. She was tempted to ask if he enjoyed his morning sex but stopped herself remembering her place here. Casey began to set things up and continued in his happy mood. When he was ready, he went over and got Amanda.

“You will hold still? Yes?”  He asked.

She nodded. And he proceeded to attach different pieces of metal around her neck. They seem to fit together like a jigsaw puzzle but in 3-d. Then he had her lay down and he covered her with a thermal protective blanket covering her face and neck. Next, he welded a bead along each of the seams. The process took close to an hour. Not because he couldn’t go faster, he was good at his job, he wanted the metal to have time to cool down so as to not transfer too much heat to the poor slave. The collar once together was easily 4” tall nearly an inch thick. The was heavy too. Amanda knew that in time she might get used to it but it was going to be a constant reminder for a long time coming.

If she thought, he was done she was sadly mistaken. He put her on a different table and then put the collar in a clamp to hold it secure. This also meant she could not move very far. He was careful to cover her again and then he used a grinder to smooth out the weld. Since there were several seams, it took a time to work a seam, reposition her and the collar and do the next. Finally, he called it a night and put her back in the cage. Her reward for obedience throughout the day was plenty of cold water to drink. The downside was the kitty box she had to pee in. Now in the cage she was able to feel the collar on her own for the first time. HE told her he was far from done though. She could still feel where the welds had been done but just barely. She felt along the inside and found several prongs that she knew would be for shocking her. Wonderful, she though. The shape was not round as she would have expected, but rather had a slight oval shape that matched her neck better. As a result, there was a definitive front to the collar. She felt along the front and could feel the deep etched word there. She had seen it for a brief moment before he attached that portion. Not surprising it read “Twat.”

Sleep came easy again despite the small cage. Morning was a repeat of the previous day. The food was just as nasty, and the girl patiently waited until the bowl was licked clean. Amanda or should she start thinking of herself as Twat, noticed that it was actually, a little easier to eat this morning. She wasn’t sure she was pleased about that.

ELEVEN

More grinding and then polishing and then more detail work took most of the day. At 5pm the blacksmith declared he was done. Twat felt the collar and could no longer feel any of the seams. He showed her to a mirror, and she had to admit he did fantastic work. To her eye it looked like a single piece of stainless steel that was formed around her neck. He told her to wait in the cage.

When Goddess arrived, she was in a good mood as well. She looked over the collar and gave the big man some well deserved praise. She then clipped a leash to a small hidden bar in the middle of the collar underneath. She looked at Twat and just said, “Arms.” Immediately Twat folded her arms behind her back, and they left.

“I trust you got plenty of rest while you were with the Blacksmith?” Goddess asked as they made their way back to the amin house.

“Yes, my Goddess.” Twat answered.

On the way back Twat noticed a slave being leash led by two Great Pyrenean Mountain Dogs. The beautiful white furred animals seemed to be pulling the poor slave girl along and looked like it didn’t matter to them where she may want to go they were in the lead. To be sure, she was in typical slave hood, collared and arms in a very restrictive arm binder. Goddess upon seeing the dogs decided to go over and give them some loving. “Do not approach the dogs or make any overt moves. They don’t know you and are very protective of me.” Warning Goddess.

After a few minutes with the dogs, Goddess stood and continued towards the house. Twat inwardly groaned when she noticed that Goddess managed to step in a fresh pile of dog shit. The walk back up the hill to the house was otherwise uneventful. At the door Goddess stopped and looked down at her filthy boots. “Well, I can’t exactly track all this crap around in the house, can I?”

Twat knelt down and first kissed each of the boots a few tender times then began to lick the boots clean. “Since you are new to this aspect you may spit the shit out. Eventually you will be expected to consume the shit as well.” Understanding this was a kindness not often granted, Twat replied with proper thanks and continued to clean until she was finally told to stop. “Not the best job, but you will have plenty of opportunities to practice.”

Inside Cooper was finishing a conversation on his phone. “Good morning, Alex. It’s a beautiful day I see. And how is your new slave coming along?”

I had her fitted with her permanent collar. Her real training will be starting soon. I have high hopes for it.”

It? Now I’m an it? I was just coming to terms with the name change. How much lower can I go?

“I understand that Mr. Thompson is coming in tonight. Have you made arrangements for a slave for him tonight. Remember he is bringing a substantial amount of money with him for us. Also, I saw that you assigned Katie to this month’s slave auction. Are you sure she is ready?”

Katie is more than ready she actually has done most of the work for the last few Auctions. This will be her first solo, but I will be around to help if she needs it. As for Mr. Thompson. The last slave we provided him was in a hospital for several months.”

“He did pay all costs though.” Cooper quickly put in.

“That’s not the point. I would like for him to pick out a slave and then purchase her. Then I won’t have to worry about if she survives his beatings.”

“I did try that in the past, but he said no. However….  Maybe coming from you he might change his mind.”

“At least if he picks out a slave, he can’t complain she’s not what he wanted.”

“Anyone in mind?”

“Andria finished her training last month and passed her tests. She has the kind of build he looks for in a slave.”

“As far as I knew his only criteria was big boobs.”

“And she has E-cups. But she is trained and does know how to behave. Unlike the last girl that didn’t know enough to not keep her damn teeth off his micro penis.”

“Micro penis but very large bank account.”

“Great he’s here already. I need to find that slave.”

Across the room a large portly man wearing a cowboy hat but looked like he never spent a day on a ranch in his life, stood talking to a door slave. The conversation was naturally one sided as almost all slaves wore the traditional leather hood with no mouth access. That didn’t seem to slow him down much. Twat watch as he turned and then caught sight of her. She felt like prey all the sudden.

“Go stand in the corner, now.” Commanded Goddess. Twat was all to happen to obey this time. Picking out a corner, she quickly pressed her nose into it and folded her arms behind her back. She was still close enough to hear the entire conversation clearly.

“Why hello Darling.”

“Mr. Thompson. We were not expecting you until this evening. I was just on my way to find you a proper escort for your visit.”

“Now, now, Alex dear. You needn’t go to all that trouble. That pretty little philly right there fit my bill perfectly.”

“First. It’s Mistress Alexandria to you. Second. That “Philly” is of limits to you and everyone else for that matter.”

“Well now that there is a real shame. But one thing I learned in life is all things have a price.” The man had never taken his eyes off of Twat.

Goddess was getting a little perturbed now. “I have told you she is not available nor will she ever be. I have a slave picked out for you so I suggest you settle for that.”

“This better be a damn good slave to give up on… Twat? I think that’s what I read on her collar. I assume by your over protect nature she’s yours?”

Just then the slave that Goddess had picked out for Thompson arrived. She immediately came up and knelt before the overbearing man. “Well Mistress Alexandria, you did pick out a fine slave. I suppose I will have to be content.” He still did not remove his eyes from Twat.

“Try not to put this one in the hospital.”

“That was an unfortunate accident. I told you that before.” He reached down and took the end of the leash and all but dragged the poor slave away. He could be heard to ask. “I assume you at least know where my room is.”

Twat felt sick to her stomach. She knew that poor girl was going to suffer a lot because of her. He wanted her and would take it out on the slave he was given. “Come along Twat.” Goddess said in a not completely friendly voice.

“It’s not your business but I feel you deserve to know. Mr. Thompson is a wealthy oil baron. Of whatever they call the stupidly rich born into money Texas Oil people. Personally I would have banned him a long time ago but Coop puts up with him because of the generous donations. I’m not sure why he latched on you but I will do my best to make sure he never gets near you.”

Twat supposed it did cost a ton of money to run the Chateau. She considered her own vast fortune and wondered if she couldn’t provide more. Wait. Didn’t she just want out of here. She was getting confused. She did ask to be here. Then they practically killed her. But did they? Sure, she was in a lot of pain and they did brand her, well, Goddess branded her, but then she was taken to see the doctor. And this other slave who went to the hospital. They seemed to care that she may have had real injuries. Add to that Goddess was genuinely concerned for her over this whole Asshole Thompson business.

“You’re thinking too hard. Stop thinking and focus on doing as you are told. That is your only requirement in life now. Obey and all will be well for you Twat.” And just how did she know? Twat decided to stop thinking about it or at least tried to not think about it. Her brain was starting to hurt.

“Alright Twat. What is it? I know you have something rattling around in that useless brain of yours.”

Twat considered her words carefully before speaking. She felt she was close to pissing off Goddess even more and knew that could only mean a lot of pain for her. “Goddess. It’s just that as Amanda Miner, I had access to a lot of money. I would be happy to give you more.”

“Well, I do love the sentiment, you fail to realize that Amanda Miner no longer exists. Well, that’s not entirely true. Right now, Amanda Miner is travelling all over Europe and spending a lot of time on different yachts. Too bad for her she doesn’t know how to swim.” Goddess laughed. “What did you think we might make it easy for you to be found? We had a trained slave girl that looks enough like you to be passable, go travel around showing off your passport. In a few days she will report that she saw “you” fall over the side of a ship. They will look for you of course but the body won’t be found. You will be presumed dead. Our slave will use her own passport to return here.”

Twat fell to her knees. The reality of everything hitting all at once. Until this moment she still had that hope of returning to her former life. That option was now gone.

“Oh. I see. You thought that you could return. Silly twat. You are property now. My property. You are lower than all the slaves here which as you have seen are even lower than all of the animals here. You, Twat, are good for licking the shit off my boots, not running empires or whatever other fantasies you may harbor.”

Twat felt her leash being pulled and she rose to follow. Goddess changed her direction after the conversation and took Twat down a set of stairs and into a small room. Twat noticed three containers lined up against the wall. Goddess went to one of them and undid the latches holding closed. She then had Twat crawl into the container and sit on the small shelf. This forced her head to go up and a funnel was forced into her mouth. Straps were then fastened to hold her securely in place before the outer door was closed and latched. Twat’s head was forced to lean back, and she was able to see through the glass just above her. All she really saw was a ceiling in a much brighter room. The funnel held her mouth open, and she was helpless to move. She heard Goddess tell her to enjoy and then the barely audible sound of the door closing.

Time passed slowly again for Twat. This was no where near as bad as the cage, but the boredom was strong. She her some noises and then could see a man standing front but above her. He unzipped his pants and pulls his cock out. Next proceeded to piss in her face. At least it looked like. The glass protected her eyes but the piss was going in her mouth. Realization dawned on her. She was now being used as a urinal. She really could get lower.

Ierápetra Crete

Danny sat at a table nursing a coffee. The café was sitting just off the beach and gave a decent view of a woman he had tracked here yesterday. He studied her as best he could from this distance. Tall, elegant, well-toned body, and blond hair. She even had the blue eyes to match. She was not however Amanda Miner, his boss. Danny had been the Chief of Security for Amanda for 12 years now. He thought he knew her better then most people. And he had a good idea why she chose to disappear. That didn’t mean that he was going to just let her run off and fuck up her life. The woman was getting up. It was time for Danny and her to get more acquainted.

TWELVE

The slave auction that was held each month at the Chateau was often little more than exchanging one slave for another, however everyone had fun with them, and it generated money for the Chateau.

“Nice turn out this evening, Alex.”

“I told you Katie had it all under control Coop.”

“Yes. Yes, you did. And where is your newest charge?”

“Twat was having problems learning to keep quiet. I decided to wash her mouth out with urine. She’s in #1 if you’re interested.”

“I was just there. I must say I did not recognize those eyes. I’ll have to look closer next time. I do hope she can drink a lot and quickly though.”

“I suppose we will find out.”

Goddess turned to greet the next batch of guests arriving. It was going to be an interesting night indeed.

Twat was tired and felt like her eyes were turning yellow from all the piss she had received since being put here. What scared her was the sudden increase in men coming to pee. She was starting to think she might drown in piss soon. At one point she was sure there was a line to use her urinal. Then it dawned on her, the Auction. This was a nightmare. She couldn’t possibly be expected to drink all this piss. Five more guys in a row then it stopped. The Auction must have started, and no one wanted to miss any of it.

Twat used the time to catch her breath. She also let out a few very disgusting belches. The worse part was she had no way to stop the flow of piss. Her tongue was trapped under the funnel that reached almost to the back of her mouth. Despite all of that she was still covered in stale drying piss. She wanted to stretch, take a shower and sleep for a full day. None of that was going to happen though.

As the time creeped along, a few stragglers came in the restroom. Most of them naturally went to the first urinal. Twat was feeling full and wondered what might happen if her stomach exploded from all the piss in it. She was relieved when she began peeing. That meant that finally the urine was passing through and not just collecting in her. But after a few dozen times peeing she had a new worry; the piss wasn’t going anywhere. She could feel the container she was in begin to fill. The space she was in was very small and was filling much more quickly than she thought possible. What she didn’t know was the piss from the other urinals was being routed into her holding tank. No point wasting a drop when you can torment a helpless slave. With the overflow of people, all of the urinals were being used tonight so that meant more piss to go in her tank.

“Lot number 38. This beauty is just 27 years old and comes from the heartland of the United States. A farm raised Iowa girl. She completed her training here just a few months ago and is certified to serve any Master or Mistress. She is short at just five foot nothing and doesn’t even break 45 kg. You can easily toss her over a shoulder and spank her ass while you walk.” The slave in question was suspended from a portable frame that held her spread-eagle. Her long dishwater blond hair flowed over her shoulder covering her left breast. She was indeed quite petite, but her proportions were perfect for her height. The bidding took on a frenzy as several men wanted this prize. Eventually she was sold for what Coop consider a much higher price than he might have otherwise expected. But then again, he never displayed the slaves on a portable rack splayed out and hit with a quirt to make them dance in their bonds. It was quite the selling point. Katie was earning her pay tonight.

Just then Coop spotted Mr. Thompson arrive. He motioned to Alex who took note of the new arrival and made her way over to him. The slave with him was sporting several new marks and bruises but overall didn’t look abused. At least not by Chateau standards. “Mr. Thompson. I trust everything is to your satisfaction?”

I noticed you have been hiding your prize. Come now Alex dear, there must be, some, compromise we can agree on.” He let the word come drag out on his southern drawl.

Alexandria was really starting to despise this man. “As I said it is not a topic of discussion.”

“Well, Just to show I can behave, I’ll let it go. I will be taking this one home though. I assume I can buy her at least?”

Alexandria saw the shudder in the slave but she was backed in a corner. The contract that the slave signed with the Chateau was a standard contract and it always included the option to bought and sold among members. That was one of the big draws for both members and people wishing to be slaves here. Inspiration hit her though. “Well I can’t just outright sell her to you but I can put her on the Auction block and you can bid for her.” It was false hope for the slave and she knew it but it was the best idea she had.

“I’m beginning to think you don’t like money from the great state of Texas. But I reckon I’ll play your game. Get ’er up on the block. But y’all best hope I don’t change my mind.” Actually, that was exactly what Alexandria was hoping for.

Twat heard a new person entering the restroom. She recognized his voice. Mr. Thompson. He was talking to himself. “That good for nothing cunt! She thinks she can mollify me with a run of the mill cunt? I know who Twat is and I damn well plan to have Fucking Amanda Miner on her knees begging for my whip. Hell. I’ll get both of ‘em for the price of … Let me see, Free!” Then he started laughing to himself. Somehow this asshole’s piss was more rancid than normal. She really needed to get out of this hole and talk to Goddess.

Ierápetra Crete

Danny looked over the passport he found in “Mandy’s” clutch. It was authentic, and it was Amanda’s. He found an id in the clutch. This was fake. It was a damn good fake, but still a fake. He looked at the passed-out form on the bed. She could fuck like a damn bunny in heat but he was sure she didn’t have the skills to get the passport and fake ID. That or she really was the best damn actor ever. No. If she was that good, she would have spotted Danny and avoided him at all costs. The fact that she didn’t recognize him meant that she didn’t get a full enough brief for her mission. Danny called one of his men to follow this woman while he searched deeper. As an after thought he took her fingerprints.

THIRTEEN

With the Auction over, Alexandria decided it was time for her to get Twat back. It was time to teach her about pussy licking. She found a slave to retrieve Twat and get her cleaned up and fed some gruel before having her brought to Alexandria’s suites. She caught Coop on her way, and they quickly discussed the Auction and how well it had gone.

Thompson didn’t get there in time to hear the discussion with the slave, nor did he really care. He wanted Alex and he had a plan to get her. Once he had her he could offer to trade for Miner. He would welch of course. That kind of stung though as he always considered himself a man of his word. He would wait for his time though.

Rota Spain

“Hey Danny. I follow this chick until she got on a Yacht. Damn big one too. But I couldn’t see a way on. It’s supposed to go to Ibiza. No. I’m in Rota, Spain. Okay boss. On it. Charter plane to Ibiza it is.” Danny knew it was tonight that it was going to happen. Amanda Miner was going to fall overboard and never be found. He had to catch this woman. Danny knew that Amanda got off a plane in Geneva. He also knew that the next person to use her passport was the mystery woman. Unfortunately, Amanda could have crossed borders by car and it might not have been logged. So many people going back and forth they don’t always log everything. That meant she could still be anywhere. It was, however, the best place to regroup and look for her. He had been running the prints and no surprise they came back as Amanda Miner’s. Someone was going to a lot of trouble to make her disappear.

“Katie have you seen Mistress Alexandria?”

“No Sir. I can keep an eye for her.”

“Please. I want to know how she got Thompson to leave and not take the slave we all but giftwrapped for him.”

Twat was cold, tired, and surprisingly hungry. The number of men emptying their bladders into her had all but stopped. She would never complain about having to swallow piss again. But now she was ready to move on. The Auction was over, and she learned her lesson. Keep her mouth shut. So where was her Goddess.

Private Jet somewhere over the Gulf of Mexico.

Alexandria decided she didn’t like being the one in the cage. She especially didn’t like the ball gag, hood and hands and feet bound. She was having trouble breathing and not just because of the hood. Being abducted was never a good thing. She knew who was behind it of course. She knew as soon as the cloth went over her face. Unfortunately, Thompson is a big man and the drug he used worked very quickly. She never had a chance.

“Don’t you get your pretty ‘lil head all wound up. We’ll be on the ground in a jiff. I do think you will like my underground dungeon. Plenty of room to swing a whip.” Thompson seem pleased with himself. He usually was.

Alexandria was not surprised that the plane was not harassed by customs. The plane had taxied to a private hanger and the cage with its occupant were moved into a panel van. She knew that she was in Texas but that was it. The van ride took forever to her, although hooded and bound and after the pong plane trip, time was subjective. If asked though she could answer with 34 Major potholes and 100s more lesser ones. She was bruised and battered, and the asshole hadn’t even started on her yet.

Swiss Alps

Katie was frantic now. She had searched everywhere and asked everyone she saw. Alexandria was missing. “Mr. Cooper, Sir. I can’t find her. I can’t find her anywhere!”

“Okay calm down. Where is Amanda Miner, ahem, Twat?” He seemed to be a little worried himself now.

“I think she is still in a urinal.”

“Get her. And if you see Phillip tell him I need him yesterday.” Phillip was the Chateau’s head of security. He was rarely seen and even more rarely needed. Coop made his way to his office and considered his options.

Katie found Twat where she expected to and struggled to get her out of the container. She had never been trained on its use and had no idea how to drain it first. Both women were covered in stale urine before Twat was able to stand on her own feet. “Cooper needs to see you, but I think we can take a minute to shower first.”

In the shower they shared, Twat asked. “Wait! What do you mean she is missing?” Twat knew she wasn’t allowed to talk but fuck that right now. “We need to talk to Cooper. I have information he needs to hear.” Despite her need for urgency, her muscles refused to allow her to hurry through the halls. I really need to see about being allowed to get in some workout time. Maybe while I’m in prison for killing Thompson. She thought. The two made for an interesting sight trying to move quickly through the halls with Katie supporting Twat and everyone moving out of the way.

“Mr. Cooper. I think this is my fault.”

“Well, there’s an entrance. But I hardly think this is your fault. Thompson has always been a pain and he especially had it out for Alexandria.”

“No. I heard him in the bathroom. He was talking to himself not realizing anyone could hear him. He said he wanted me. Not Twat, Amanda Miner and he was going to use Alexandria to get to me.”

Just then Phillip came in at a run. “I reviewed the footage. He left with a woman in a hood being led by a leash. My men assumed he was taking his prize home. It wasn’t until I looked again and realized, it wasn’t the slave we gave him. Look I can’t say with certainty it was Mistress Alexandria but This woman was about the right size. I’m sorry Mr. Cooper. We were blindsided.”

“What do we actually know about Thompson?” Asked Cooper.

“He was sponsored by Margret Drea. But as you know she passed away several years ago. The information in his file is not a lot. Sadly, all we really know is he is from old school oil money and lives somewhere called Texas. Can’t be that hard to find him though.”

Twat laughed. “Texas is bigger than all of Europe. Mr. Cooper, I know this breaks a lot of your protocols, but you really need my help here. And by God I want that man to suffer.”

“What do you have in mind?”

She reached for his cell phone.

Swiss Alps

Danny found the Chateau where he was sure that Amanda had been taken to. What he wasn’t sure of was if she went willingly or not. When his phone rang he almost didn’t answer it not recognizing the number but a feeling told him to find out who it was.

“Danny. Where are you right?”

“Where would you like me to be?”

“Texas.”

“Not a Chateau in the Swiss Alps?”

“Should have known I couldn’t hide from you. Well if you’re here you might as well come up and we can explain it better in person.”

Danny was a little shocked at all of the naked slaves running around. But stayed professional and allowed a slave to show him up to Cooper’s office. His next shock was seeing Amanda.

“Danny. This is Mr. Cooper. He’s in charge. Next is Mistress Katie, and this is Phillip your counterpart I suppose is close enough. Everyone this is Danny Mercer. He is the best in his field.”

It took a couple of hours to get everyone on the same page.  Danny linked in his team for part of the discussions with the understanding that this information was Need-To-Know. Since most all of his team were ex special forces or at least military they all understood. No sharing info with anyone.

“I got him. He arrived in Corpus Christi 18 hours ago.  Amanda. I need a jet. Phillip I know that Alexandria is your responsibility but I highly recommend you sit this one out. You too Amanda. I know how much you want to go but you’ll be in the way.”

“Fine. Promise me you won’t be gentle.” She replied and he nodded.

FOURTEEN

Corpus Christi, Texas

Alexandria was suspended by her ankles. Her arms were tethered to the floor and she felt stretched taut. The hood was gone but the gag remained. She had yet to be given food or water and was beginning to believe that he intended for her to die. Even when she was at her most sadistic she made sure her slaves were healthy and well as happy as could be expected. This asshole couldn’t care less. Her head hurt and she wasn’t sure if it was from the inversion or the dehydration. She occupied her time thinking of all the ways to remove a micro penis and balls, wondering which one would hurt the most.

“That fucking cunt is not cooperating. She somehow managed to call in her security team. There going to be a war here soon. Too bad you won’t live to see it.”

Alexandria knew he was not just saying that to scare her. She had to buy time though. She started making noises until he finally relented and removed her gag. “Look you can avoid the war. Let me go and we can part company. I won’t pursue any retaliation. But if you hurt me or kill me, they will hunt you down. Either way I’m your only bargaining chip.”

“If you had just given me Miner when I asked for her you could have spared yourself this upcoming pain.” She watched him pick up a long leather strap.  He took a few practice swings. The sound terrified her to the core. The first strike was across her stomach. Somehow it managed to hurt worse than she expected, and she expect the worst pain she ever felt. Then next wrapped around her side and ended on her ass cheek. He had no pace. He simply hit and hit again. He did move from spot to spot though. But after the first two dozen blows most of her body was covered in deep bruises. He stopped and set that down and then picked up a cane.

Fuck! He really is out to kill me. The first stroke came down hard right between her spread legs. The cane managed to hit with most of the force right on her clit. She hadn’t really screamed to much until now. This was more than she could bear. She saw the room go dark as she passed out.

Smelling salts brought her back to hell. “Wow I saw you dish a lot worse than that to your slaves and here you are passing the fuck out. I hope y’all got that out of your system, cause baby here it comes again.”
She heard the whistle of the cane as it flew through the air. Heard the crack as it made contact and for a moment, nothing. Then time started again and an explosion of pain slammed into her most tender area. A scream elicited from deep in her soul as the pain rock through her entire body. Thompson not even noticing how badly he hurt her continued to rain cane strike all over her body. He left angry red welts along her stomach and breasts. He watched as blood dripped and decided to work on her back side. Twenty quick and very hard strokes landed on her ass and the back of her thighs. She began to pray for unconsciousness. Still oblivious to the damage he was doing he took up a heavy paddle. “Now ever girl needs a good spanking from time to time as every last one of you bitches is bad to the bone.” He swung the paddle and landed evenly across both ass checks. The splatter of blood driving him to hit her again and again.

Thompson sat on the blood-soaked floor and tried to catch his breath. “Damn that was a good workout, Sugar. Well, I have to go prepare for visitors. Be a good girl and don’t die. Okay?” Alexandria hung limply, her breath in ragged gasps. She was barely aware when two men came in and lowered her down and chained her to a bed. As if she could have done anything to leave at that point. She had a hard time believing she was still alive after that beating. Her last though before passing out again was hanging. She would hang him by his balls until they slowly ripped off.

The jet out of Geneva was delayed by an hour due to weather. A late afternoon thunderstorm had spawned a number of wind shears that grounded the planes. Danny was getting more and more pissed with each passing minute. The more he read about this asshole the more he wanted him to suffer a slow and painful death.  Just after takeoff he was informed of an incomming call. “Danny. Jake. The team is here and it’s not looking too good. Looks like he got wind we were coming and called in reinforcements. A piece of good news. I know two of the men guarding his compound. But Danny, there’s like 100 men that I can see. Who knows how many I can’t.”

“Sit tight. Last thing I want is a bloody war. I may have an idea.”

Fifteen minutes later the plane was up in the air. Thompson had two days lead on his team. He prayed that Alexandria could hold out that long.

Swiss Alps

“Here’s the deal you piece of shit.”

“Now, now, now. Is that anyway for a lady to talk. You address me as Mr. Thompson or any deal you are trying to make goes out the window.”

Amanda counted to ten before she spoke again. “Mr. Thompson. I am on a plane and headed to you right now. When I get there you need to send out Alexandria unharmed and I will walk in.”

“You think I’m stupid. Listen here bitch. I have your men out numbered 10 to 1 I have home field advantage. So, unless you want your men slaughtered you will walk right up to the front door and surrender yourself.”

“Looks like a stalemate. You won’t budge and I’m not giving up my life for nothing. Call me when you have a plan you think we can agree on. Wheels down in one hour.” Amanda looked at the people sitting around her and smiled. She didn’t feel it but she did it anyway.

“Miss Miner, I know you think you know what you are doing here but you need to get proof of life.” Demanded Phillip.

“She’s alive. She’s probably hurt and scared but he won’t let her die. Not yet anyway. She’s his last bargaining chip. A man like Thompson always keeps an ace. I have done more deals with men like this than you can imagine. But this deal isn’t about making a deal, it’s about stalling for time to get more pieces in play. Danny has a plan and I trust him. I’m trusting him with a lot of lives not just Alexandria’s.” She sat back and tried again to show confidence she knew she didn’t have. But at least this part was second nature to her.

Corpus Christi

Danny found Jake and introduced him to Ashley. “Damn Danny, I thought you actually brought Miss Miner here with you. No wonder they tagged you to be her.”

“Jake, you reach out to either of the two you know?”

“Yeah. Breaker said he can help. Kevin said he can try but he’s not in a good position to do much.”

“Breaker?”

We were in a bar outside of Kuwait. A couple of guys tried to jump him. He smashed the two heads together and broke both skulls. They survived. After that he gained the name breaker and it stuck.”

“I like this guy already. What about Kevin?”

“Kevin was SAS. He’s one mean son of a bitch. He wants to help but on the wrong side of the compound. Every time he tries to move, they tell him to hold his line.”

“That might work. Get a message to him. I need him to find the target and extricate her. He has a better shot then us trying to work through hundreds of men. Let him know we will give him a heads up when to go.” Danny took out his phone. “Okay Amanda it’s as set as it’s going to be. Leave me on speaker and tell him you’re coming to meet him halfway. He’s not going to give us Alexandria, but I have that covered. I just need his focus on the front of the compound. ”Ashley, when I tell you I need you to start walking very slowly towards the front of the compound. Now remember, when I say “Drop,” you need to get on the ground as fast as possible. Faster is better. Stay put. We will get you.” He did a final comm check for her ear piece and waited for Amanda.

“I’m here.”

“Start walking bitch and anyone else comes with you and the deals over.”

“Go now Ashley. Slowly.”

Ashley took a deep breath. She wanted to be back at the Chateau locked in a nice quiet cage with a blanket and pillow. She was trying not to shake like a leaf and failing, but she forced first one foot then the other to move her forward. Slowly was not a problem. Moving at all was.

Thompson who had always been short sighted, hadn’t really thought this all the way out. What was going to happen after he had his prize? Was everyone just going to go home and called it a night. He couldn’t bring that cunt Alexandria up here. Hell, she might not even still be alive. Why did he have to beat the shit out of her. Because he hated the cunt and she deserved it that’s why. He tried to make out Miner. The light was off but her saw enough to know she was coming. He could feel his heart racing.

“Now, now, now.” Danny said into the subvocal mic. It was the cue for Kevin to move and for Crusher to confuse the enemy. At the same time. Dozens of truck mounted spotlights shone into the compound. It blinded most men at least temporarily.

Just as the Danny was giving the order, Thompson noticed something wrong with Amanda. The fucking Twat collar was gone. He looked again. “FUCK, FUCK, FUCK. It’s not her!” Unfortunately for him his words got drowned out by the shouts of men all around him.

“Down! Ashley. Get down now!” Not that she needed much encouragement.

Breaker keep yelling that they needed to retreat, it was a setup. While he was doing that, he was taking out one after the other of Thompson’s guards. He made his way towards Thompson who was so pissed he was spitting his words out.  When he got to Thompson, he used a single hit to knock his ass out. After that the general recall of guards went smoother.

Kevin found Alexandria where he expected to. He had bolt cutters with him, just in case. Pays to plan ahead. He found a blanket and wrapped her in it and made his way out the back door. Once he was in the clear he called his old buddy Jake and asked where he needed to deliver the package.

Danny found that most of the guards were less than happy to be there. No one really liked Thompson but he did have political clout. And lots of money. But an offer of protection from Miner and most turned. He made his way up to where Crusher stood over the passed-out Thompson. “Crusher I presume?”

“And you must be Danny.” The two men shook hands as Jake strode up. “Package is safe if a bit rough for the wear.”

“Okay folks. Lets pack this up before the locals get here and ask questions we don’t want to answer. Crusher, you up for a trip to Geneva?”

 Prologue

The Large room was filled with people. A fire was going and the view over the mountains was spectacular! Resting in a chair and cover in a blanket was Alexandria. She spent four months in the hospital before she was released to travel back to Switzerland. Amanda had flow out to be with her and stayed day and night in the room. Now she rested naked on her knees beside the chair her Goddess was in. Danny was sitting at a table with Crusher, Jake and Coop playing poker. Kevin was invited but chose to stay home with the wife. But he did accept the new job offered at AM Holdings. Despite the protests of every female at the Chateau, Thompson was eventually turned over to Authorities. Shortly after he was incarcerated, word got out about what he did to Alexandria. He was found dead in the laundry room. A broken baseball bat stuck out of his ass, and nearly every bone in his body broken. The complaints around the Chateau died down. Amanda did find a way to donate more money to the Chateau and offered to help move the business in a more positive direction.

“So, Jake, Crusher told me why he switched sides. What did you say to Kevin to get him to switch?” Danny asked.

“Kevin? I just said we’re here to shut down your asshole boss and. That’s as far as I got. He said I’m in!”

The table erupted in laughter.  Coop noticed a movement just out side and broke into the conversation. “Danny. What you did for us can never be fully repaid. But we have discussed a present with all parties and everyone agreed.”

Ashley wearing nothing but a smile walked in and knelt beside Danny. “How may I serve you Master?” This night was going to be even more interesting Danny thought.

Just as things quieted down, Twat let out a loud yelp. Alexandria looked at her and said. “I did tell you that collar held surprises. It has a geo locator, and built-in shock capabilities. I can track you anywhere and shock you anytime.”

“Goddess, you need never track me as I plan to never again leave your side. And I hope that you never feel the need to shock me as there is nothing I would not do for you.” Twat smiled sweetly as she said the words. Alexandria felt the exact same way towards her. Always and forever.