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CHAPTER 9
Sleeping on a horrid mattress with your hands cuffed behind your back is hardly conducive for a refreshing sleep. To add to my woes, my ass and hand were still burning from the earlier lashes. But i was deeply exhausted and i kept drifting in and out of sleep. I dreamt that i was back in my country of birth, celebrating my eighteenth birthday – the legal day of age in Grecolo. I was dressed in a specially designed, long flowing white linen skirt, topped by a glittering metallic silver blouse of the finest softest silk.
One by one my `friends' took their turns in the procession line, offering tributes worthy to someone of my esteemed station. However, the perfunctory method in which they were given, only served to exasperate the deep void I had felt all my life. I needed love and warmth to ignite my empty soul and fill the overwhelming void.
Sometime later i found myself finally alone and i took the opportunity to investigate the room to see who had come to pay me and my family their respects. Out of the corner of my eye i noticed a girl in a corner of the room sitting at a table spinning the little umbrella that had come with her drink.
She looked vaguely familiar but i could not quite place her. She was my age and despite being a few pounds overweight was downright stunning! But her looks were secondary to the way she carried herself. Her demeanor was most intimidating and i could see all the males in the room staring at her. Interestingly they all seemed too afraid to approach her.
I experienced an almost magnetic pull to go meet her, but just like her male admirers - i too felt a sense of inferiority that seemed to freeze my feet to the ground. It was quite disconcerting to be in my own home and at my own party celebrating my ascent to womanhood, and yet was subdued by a guest to the point of panic.
The girl sensed i was staring at her and she coolly looked up and made direct eye contact. Her green eyes bore into me and i quickly looked away from her penetrating gaze. She gave a smug laugh and right than and their i instinctively knew that i was in the presence of someone who is superior to me.
A persistent voice filtered through my sub-conscious. "Mikah, Mikah, time to get up." I peeked open my eyes and saw Roberta tugging at my arm. As i gathered my bearings i realized that the dream had caused me to sweat profusely.
I could still sense the haunting girl in my dream and i couldn't shake off the feeling that there was some real connection to her. I was tremendously disoriented and i tried desperately to remember where i had seen the girl before. Suddenly it registered...
She was one and the same as the stunning young lady in the slave market. I remembered how she had wiped my tears after I had been humiliatingly spanked by that awful ten-year-old brat.
Life is so unfair! If life dictated that i was to join the dregs of slavery, than why couldn’t i be owned by a lady who actually commanded respect. At least than my life might have become tolerable.
But what was the point in dwelling on the impossible. After all - wasn't it perfectly obvious that I was now the property of that obnoxious ten year old bitch and her mother!
I could still remember the guard's exact words. "You're a lucky girl. Your new mistress is the young daughter of one of the most powerful and rich members of the council." What further proof could i possibly need?
I tried to block off the growing sense of panic and doom that was engulfing me. It was clear to me that the shrew and her young bitch had purchased me for one exclusive purpose. To make my life a tormented living hell.
But I would never let that happen! As soon as I confirmed that they were indeed my owners - I would immediately utilize the sole option left open to me. Death was certainly better than a life of non stop agony.
"Are you alright, honey?" Roberta asked with a concerned look on her face.
"Yes, I'm fine. Thank-you," i lied.
Roberta sat down on the bed next to me and released my hands from the cuffs. With a warm maternal touch she took my arms and gently massaged the circulation back into my hands.
When she finished, I started to stand up in the position of respect but the look on Roberta’s face stopped me.
"Oh' no, Mikah dear," the motherly Roberta said. "You must never show this type of respect to any red collar slave. Even a black collar slave gets no special respect, except that we address them as ma'am. Now come dear, lets get you dressed."
Roberta handed me a very short pink mini skirt, which barely reached the upper folds of my thighs. I waited for Roberta to hand me the rest of my clothes, but she gently smiled and said. "I'm sorry dear. But I've been instructed to have you come to the dining room, dressed as you are. You are expected to learn that all rights to your body - belongs solely to Mistress. You no longer retain ownership over your body."
For some reason being partially dressed seemed more humiliating than total nudity. I hesitatingly took Roberta's offered hand and followed her down to a huge dining area. There were approximately a hundred slaves present and it took all my self control not to shield my breasts with my hands. I instinctively slouched forward in a feeble attempt of modesty.
Roberta placed her arm on my bare back and spoke softly in my ear; "Oh' no, dear. You must walk proudly, now that your body belongs to Mistress."
With great reluctance, i straightened my shoulders out - which caused my breasts to swell out to their natural potential. I defiantly looked around; all set to challenge whomever might be staring at me. But to my surprise, no one ogled me.
I darted my eyes across the room and was relieved to find that by no means did i own the exclusive rights of being clothes deprived. In fact, i counted no less than twenty slaves in partial states of undress. I even saw one striking women in her thirties and a boy around my age, both totally nude! Neither slave was stared at or for that matter, ignored. They just conversed naturally with their friends as if nothing at all was unusual.
Becoming reassured that I was not the proverbial `Fish out of water,' - i started to somewhat relax.
I took my time checking my new surroundings and it soon became apparent that this was not your sanitary antiseptic industrial dining room. I had assumed that the slaves facilities would be a direct reflection of our inherent hopelessness. Instead we were provided with a warm an exquisite dining hall.
The first thing which caught one's eye was a breath-taking view of the water. The room was situated literally on the ocean. Mesmerized, i watched in awe as a ferocious wave rippled right towards us. The wave collided violently right onto the soundproof glass plate wall which separated the dining hall from the ocean beneath us.
With my embarrassing state of nudity forgotten, i proceeded to explore my surrounding's more thoroughly. Around forty oak tables were perfectly set. A delicious aroma wafted from a buffet table set up alongside the far wall. Five male attendants in matching short red dresses were standing behind the table serving generous portions of chicken and beef, not to mention the numerous side dishes available.
The entire situation seemed warped. My fellow slaves were all freely conversing and laughing while eating the mouth watering fare.
I was coming to realize that my Mistress was not a fool - by any stretch of the imagination. I remembered the old saying, "A respected employee is a productive employee." Obviously Mistress's distorted motto was, "A well fed slave is an obedient and productive slave."
'What fools', i thought to myself. Not in a million years, would i ever sell out my soul in exchange for some measly amenities. I couldn't believe such a transparent trick had fooled my fellow compatriots.
Roberta seemed to read my thoughts.
"Mistress insists that all our facilities be equally beautiful. With time, you will learn that Mistress bestows on us her unbelievable kindness because she feels genuine concern for each and every slave she owns."
Roberta just smiled at my expression of scornful contempt.
Taking me by the hand - as my mother was wont to do - she led me to the buffet table.
Roberta was certainly popular, for every person we passed stopped to say hello. I was introduced around and every one warmly welcomed me to my new home.
"How wonderful to have you with us," or "What a beautiful child, welcome Mikah."
I kept waiting for someone to comment on my bare tits, but although some people did causally look at them, they all took pains not to make me feel any additional un-ease.
I, on the other hand, couldn't help but stare at two young men who were naked from the waist down! This was the first time i had ever seen a penis in the flesh. Both the sack and the penis were encased in a locked chastity device. My friends used to tell me stories of their sexual excitement at looking and touching a man their. My friends must have been exaggerating, for besides being curious, i felt nothing.
I was so intent on studying the naked men, that i failed to notice Roberta returning from the buffet table - where she had gone to bring two plates of food for us.
"If you would like, we can go look at the men up close? If you ask, they must hold up their penis for your inspection!"
My face reddened with embarrassment, but then i realized Roberta was quite serious.
"I don't understand, Roberta. Why would they have to hold it up for me, if I'm just a slave?"
"If you look closely Mikah, you'll see they have both been whipped on their thighs and penises. Whenever we are whipped, we proudly leave the marks of correction openly exposed for all to see. Every undressed slave you see in the estate has either been whipped in the last twenty four hours, or has been ordered to show their body. We are all encouraged to help that person re-find their true place - by letting them proudly show their whip marks of redemption. Does this make sense to you, Mikah?"
My first reaction was, you're all crazy!!!
But as I found myself thinking about it, it actually made sense in a weird and nutty way.
"So if someone asks to look at my breasts, must I hold it out for them?"
Roberta gave me her motherly smile, "No, dear girl - though you certainly may not hide it from view!"
"But i still don't understand why my breasts need to be un-covered. After all - Miss. Elaina's punishment was on my behind?"
The last thing i wanted was to exhibit my naked ass in public. But i was curious as to why i was being let off `easy'!"
Roberta was quick with a ready reply.
"You're right child! Usually, you would show the whip marks on your naked behind and answer truthfully as to why you were corrected. But Mistress gave explicit orders concerning you! You must be incredibly special Mikah, as it's very rare that Mistress involves herself with the training of a new slave."
Great! The last thing I needed was `special' attention from Mistress. Still, i couldn't understand why Mistress was playing these games. After all, she had made it quite clear at the auction that i would receive numerous thrashings without mercy. So why didn't she simply order me to her room and administer her promised torture?
I picked at my delicious food in nervous silence, while Roberta chatted happily with her friends. I spotted Daliah in the middle of a crowd talking and laughing at ease. I felt a surge of contempt that she had adjusted so quickly to being a slave! She was obviously enjoying being the center of attention despite the fact that she was totally naked! I shuddered to think how someone nearly twice my age, could surrender so quickly.
I continued studying the different behaviors of the various people around me. I still had hopes that i would find at least one other person who had retained their self respect. The search proved fruitless, for i couldn't find even one slave who seemed defiant to their lot in life.
A topless girl who seemed vaguely familiar approached me. It took a moment, but than i was able to place her. It was not her face that i remembered. It was her breasts! I recalled how i had recoiled in horror when i had seen her from the van with her breasts all covered with deep purple welts.
Her welts were still fresh and had to be incredibly painful. However, this girl did not let the pain damper her spirits. In fact, she had actually dressed in a manner which called attention to her scarred breasts. She had changed from the open peach body suit that I had seen her wearing earlier to a clinging, pink - thigh length skirt. But as alluring as this sight was, everyone's eyes remained a foot north of her skirt.
She had tied a colorful scarf under her breasts, which cause them to jut out proudly. The view of her emerging breasts was so sensationally lewd - that i kept glancing at them. I felt humiliated for her.
Roberta, who seemed to be making a career out of reading my thoughts, said.
"Mikah sweetie, you must learn that her body belongs to Mistress just as much as ours do. Believe me, Erica feels great pride showing her whip marks for they represent Mistress's complete dominance over us. I will introduce you."
Erica greeted me with a warmth usually reserved for old friends.
"Mikah wants an up-close look at your breasts, so can you show it to her please?"
I was appalled by Roberta request, but i couldn’t deny my fascination. Erica promptly placed her hands behind her neck while simultaneously rolling her shoulders back - resulting in her magnificent breasts deliciously jutting out.
"Wow Erica, what did you ever do to deserve such a horrible punishment? It must be atrociously painful!" I blurted.
I halfway expected her to tell me how it was none of my business, but Erica reacted like it was a perfectly normal question.
"Day before last, I was privileged to be an attendant at Mistress's bath. I carelessly looked up at Mistress while helping her into the tub. Though I'm sure Mistress noticed my indiscretion, she elected not to punish me for it.
For the rest of the day, I kept visualizing Mistress naked in her bath. I knew my doing so was extremely disrespectful, so I kept trying to push the image out of my head. However, the harder I tried - the more vivid her body became in my mind! I reached the point where I started picturing Mistress's incredibly beautiful breasts touching my own. My entire body began to burn with sinful passion and I became unable to contain myself. Although I knew it was wrong, I started to softly fondle my breasts and than my pussy! Thank goodness I caught myself before I orgasmed. A deep feeling of shame and remorse overpowered me at what i had done.
In a desperate need to show my contrition and true submission to Mistress, I ran to Miss. Monica, to whom I tearfully confessed my misdeeds. I pleaded with her to punish me in order that I may re-learn my place as Mistress's lowly slave. Miss. Monica kindly agreed to oblige me and administered a fitting punishment. I received fifty hard lashes with the strap - squarely across my nipples!"
As Erica spoke, i admired the amazingly thorough job preformed by Miss. Monica. The strap had mangled her orbs and nipples and the surrounding flesh into a bloody pulp.
"To answer your question, Mikah," Erica continued. "Considering my repugnant behavior and gross disrespect towards Mistress, Miss Monica felt that i needed additional correction. She ordered that i beg anybody who asks why i was whipped, to slap my breasts a dozen times. So please dearest Mikah, will you slap my breasts?"
What a perverse and depraved order! In an attempt to avoid my distasteful predicament, i asked Erica. "Can't I just give you a hug instead?"
Erica smiled, but refused to give me relief. "I don't think Miss. Monica was offering a suggestion, Mikah. When a white collar Miss. says something, it's not negotiable. So come, slap my nipples as hard as you can so I can feel the pain of repentance I so richly deserve."
Having no choice, I placed my shaking hands on Erica's very raw and swollen breasts. I was careful where I placed my hands, for her breasts had many deep cuts that were oozing with tiny droplets of blood. I fortified myself and gingerly slapped my hand once across her breast. Erica let out a quick gasp of pain.
"That was pathetic Mikah!" Roberta admonished. "You must slap them with purpose. Now start again."
Fighting off my self consciousness, i raised my right hand and quickly hit her twice flush across the front of her breasts. A loud squelch of agony escaped through Erica's clenched lips, but she kept her breasts perfectly in place.
I felt an inexplicable rush of excitement as i hit her once again. And than again! With each blow Erica wobbled from the intense pain and i could see that her composure was becoming forced. I paused for a few seconds for Erica to collect herself. With a deep breath, i smacked my open palms against the side of her breasts - first from right to left, and than backhanded from left to right.
The rush of adrenaline i was having had dissipated my shyness. The sixth slap re-opened one of her wounds and it started to ooze blood.
"Six more," Roberta demanded.
Without thinking, my hand shot out and slapped her much harder across both breasts at the same time. I confess that my heart leaped when i saw that Erica had tears in her eyes.
My response to her tears was three more downward slaps - which were closer to open palm punches - that landed on the upper part of her orbs. A piercing scream of agony rang out, causing the attention of everyone to be diverted to us. Erica was openly crying, and i felt a guilty pleasure from it.
Almost in a trance, i reached back and powerfully slapped her right on her bleeding tits. Before she could even gasp i quickly hit her again. I was about to eagerly hit her yet again when Roberta's voice cut me short.
"That’s 12! Enough. Well done Mikah."
I glanced up to see Erica's reaction. The streaming tears rolling down her face left no doubt of the intense agony she was in. Her tears only served to make me more excited. Never before in my life had i ever experience such raw excitement. Knowing i was the cause of Erica's immense pain was downright thrilling!
I was sure Erica would be angry that I had gotten so carried away. However, rather than being angry - Erica seemed grateful and at peace.
"Thank you Mikah. I truly appreciate your helping me."
I was about to reply when a blaring loud siren shook the dining hall. I instinctively ducked for cover. For more than a year Grecolo had been besieged with air raids and missile attacks from Genesis forces. One time a missle had landed 30 feet from where i had been crouching. The sound of this siren instantly brought back the gripping panic that came with each air raid siren.
Roberta knelt down next to me and gently stroked my hair. "Its ok Mikah. Your safe. The siren is just a bell to notify everybody that the break is over and its time to get back to work."
Roberta remained with me while i fought to regain my composure. After a few minutes I got up, and by than the dining hall had totally emptied out.
Still somewhat shaken Roberta escorted me out of the dining room. She gave my arm a squeeze and told me, "You are a very special girl Mikah. Now we must go prepare you to meet Mistress. It's ok to be nervous, but I promise you that everything will work out just fine."
I tried to ask her how she knew, but my mouth had totaly dried up. So having little choice in the matter, i meekly followed Roberta to my reservation with doom.
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