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Chapter 32
As Tuesday stepped through the door, Sheila closed it behind her.
“How was it?” Sheila asked. She could see that Tuesday's attitude was much improved from when she went in.
“It was...it was great.” Tuesday replied. Her happiness over not being diminished was tempered by the fact that Sheila might be. Sheila saw the change in the middle of the reply.
“What's wrong all of a sudden?” Sheila asked.
“They aren't going to have me chopped up like Helena.” Tuesday said, but her tone was guarded.
“That's GREAT!” Shelia gushed. But she noticed Tuesday looking at her from the corners of her eyes, but not looking at her directly. “Something's up. What is it?” Tuesday hesitated then replied slowly:
“They aren't going do do me. But that doesn't mean that they aren't going to do...someone.” Sheila thought for a moment. She paled.
“Ohh....oh God! NO!...You don't....” Sheila stopped, turned pushed into Tuesday, her cuffed wrists preventing her from grabbing Tuesday and shaking her. She pushed Tuesday up against the wall in the hall way. Tears streamed down her cheeks, a grimace on her face.
“YOU”RE LYING! NO! THEY CAN'T! THEY...” The realization sank in that, indeed, they could. Sheila sank down to the floor. She sobbed, looking back and forth at the floor. Tuesday knelt beside her.
“They didn't say that they ARE going to do it. They said that the possibility still exists. They...actually it was Charles...said that 'everyone has to be personally responsible.' They think that you've not been living up to their expectations.” Tuesday spoke calmly. “Just like what the Lady Beth said. I don't know the whole situation here, but you need to talk to Charles. Ask Lady Beth for an audience. Talk to some one about it. They changed their mind about me. Maybe if you talk to someone...” Sheila interrupted.
“You don't ask for an audience. You get an invitation. That's how it works. It's her house. Her show. She makes the rules. If you don't like it - tough. They cut your arms and legs off and sell you to some whorehouse.” Sheila had calmed somewhat but her words were bitter as acid. Tuesday took the blonde's shoulders and turned her to face her.
“What did you think when you came here? I don't know why you're here, but it had to be because you fucked up or fucked over somebody. She paid your debts. Gave you an escape. You traded your future for your past. She paid for your past. She owns your future. Coming here was a new start. A chance to change. If you don't change in the way she wants, she'll change you to the way SHE wants. You better get over it while you still can.”
Tuesday saw some realization come to Sheila's eyes. The blonde tried to wipe her eyes on her shoulder; Tuesday helped her by wiping the tears with her fingers. Sheila's nose was running; neither had anything to help that.
“Let's get you cleaned up.” Tuesday said, helping Sheila to her feet. They went to the shower and toilet room. Tuesday helped her blow her nose and washed her face. They went to the Lady Beth's lair. They found her sitting in a chair; an amused expression on her face.
“It took you long enough. Did you stop for coffee?” The Lady asked.
“We...we stopped by the toilets, mistress.” Tuesday answered. Sheila wasn't yet safe to answer. Her eyes were still red and swollen, obviously upset. The Lady stood and walked over to Sheila. The Lady took Sheila's chin in her hand and turned her face back and forth, studying her countenance. Sheila took great pains to not look into the Lady's eyes. Fear danced her eyes back and forth.
“Is...something...wrong?” The Lady asked slowly. Sheila closed her eyes and shook her head.
“No...Mistress. Noth...nothings wrong.” Sheila answered shakily. The Lady tilted her head to one side.
“Look at me.” She ordered quietly. When the blonde opened her eyes and looked into hers the Lady continued. “Let's try that one again.” The Lady glanced at Tuesday then back into Sheila's eyes. “Is...something...wrong?” This time Sheila broke down.
“She...the Mistress...she's going to have me...diminished.” The girl began to sob again, her head drooping down to her chest. Her shoulders racked with sobs.
“Well.” The Lady said somewhat lightly “That's a bitch, isn't it?” Sheila's head snapped up, anger in her eyes.
“Not for fucking you, it's not.” Her words were loud and harsh. “You're not the one who's going to be turned into a warm bag of fuck holes for some bastards in Bangkok or somewhere to fuck like a meat puppet.” The Lady stepped back a half step and sharply slapped Sheila across the cheek. The resounding crack made Tuesday jump.
“That's the attitude that could get you that reward. When you came here you understood that you would be property, didn't you?” The Lady asked sharply. Sheila nodded. “You were told, just like Tuesday here, that if you became what you were supposed to you would live. If you didn't...that you would die. Weren't you?” Sheila nodded again. “Did you think she was just kidding?” Sheila shrugged her shoulders. “She wasn't. This isn't a nursery school. Most everything here is pretty much legal...though there are a few people who would like the opportunity to challenge that assertion. You came here after agreeing to the terms. The Mistress paid a ton of money to get your lazy ass out of a major jam. Would you be alive today if she hadn't helped you?” Sheila frowned and pouted, shaking her head. Would you rather take your chances with a certain fellow from Columbia or be a 'bag of fuck holes' in Thailand?” Sheila paled again at the choice. Tears began to run down her cheeks once more.
“I'd rather die. I'd be dead anyway after Carlos finished with me. But he would take a long time.” Sheila looked into the Lady's eyes. “Being a meat puppet wouldn't be any better. It would just take longer.” The desperation in Sheila's eyes told the Lady that Sheila had reached her nadir.
“So. Maybe there is an alternative.” The Lady paused to see if her words were sinking in. Sheila was listening intently. “You will not be given an opportunity to harm yourself. You are the Mistress's property; you have no right to harm it. Suicide is out of the question. If she wants to make an example of you, she will.” The Lady looked over at Tuesday. “Now I have another problem. Sheila is supposed to be your escort...but now she can't be allowed to have such a responsibility. You're the house slut until she heals sufficiently. But that might be a few more days.” The Lady began to examine the bruised breasts and pussy of the girl before her. The swelling was less, but she wasn't quite ready for the abuse that the Lady knew she would receive when her turn as house slut began. The Lady looked up at Sheila. “Do you want another chance to start over?” Sheila started nodding vigorously.
“Please. Lady Beth, please let me start over. Please. I'll do anything...” The Lady interrupted her.
“WRONG! IF the Mistress allows it...and I don't know that she will...you will NOT do anything! You will do exactly what you are told. When you are told. For as long as you are told. And you will not just put up with it. You will enjoy it. WHEN...if you get the chance...when you are told to suck off every stallion in the stable you will enthusiastically get on your knees and attempt to get those cocks down your throat. You will experience bliss when they fill your mouth with semen. You won't be a retching, puking worm when they get off. You will enjoy it as much as they do. When you crawl into Joker's kennel you'll grab his cock and stuff the whole thing, including the knot, into your ass and be sad when he finally fills your worthless ass with cum and jerks his knot away. Then you'll crawl over to clean it until he cums in your mouth. Understand?” Sheila gulped and nodded again. “The Roscoe's will have their fun with you...” Sheila blanched at that thought. “You'll take their cocks up your ass every time they slow down long enough for you to climb on. You can't take them far enough up your nasty little cunt for them to feel much....Of course if they want to, you'll accommodate them...but you'll take them in your ass until you feel a lump in your throat then rub your belly to get them off faster. Your first stint as house slut wasn't too bad. Everyone was taken by how cute and innocent you played. That's over. They know you now. And IF you get the chance, I'll encourage them all to remember all the little things since then.”
Sheila hung her head, tears falling to the floor, her head nodding in agreement.
“Would all that be better than Carlos...or Thailand?” The Lady asked. Shelia looked up and nodded slowly.
“Thank you, mistress. Thank you...” Sheila started but the Lady cut her off with a wave of her hand.
“I didn't say that this is going to happen. I said I would ask. That is all. For all I know the Surgeon is already scheduled to arrive. If that is the case, then another start won't happen. I'll ask.” The Lady said firmly. Sheila fell to the floor and started kissing the Lady's feet.
“Please. Please. Please ask. Thank you for that. I can change. I will change. I won't be a bitch any...” The Lady reached down and held her chin and spoke to her:
“There isn't any 'I'. You're a slut. You just crawled lower than Tuesday in your private little compost pile. You've seen Helena worship the Mistress's asshole?” Sheila swallowed and nodded. “You're going to worship mine. Perhaps the Mistress's as well. Definitely Helena's.” The Lady looked up at Tuesday. “Ever had your asshole sucked clean and empty?” Tuesday shook her head negatively. “Sheila here would love to do just that. Wouldn't you, worm slut?” Sheila swallowed again, considering.
“Yes. Please. May this slut worship your asshole, Miss Tuesday? May this slut serve your ass all night, Lady Beth?” Sheila asked contritely. “May this slut serve this house in any way desired?”
“We'll see.” The Lady Beth answered.
Chapter 33
“When do we announce 'Delicious' to the house?” Charles asked his wife. Christine was still holding her fists against her crotch; certain the chair seat was soaked beneath her.
“We'll have a 'coming out' party, or maybe it will be a 'cumming all over her' party.” Christine answered. “It'll be a gangbang, of course. Nothing she hasn't done before. But I want her to have a different experience at this one. But I need something along those lines right now.” Her face was flushed, perspiration ran off of her forehead.
“She is exciting, isn't she?” Charles asked. “Got your motor racing just watching.”
“Darling, she's incredible to watch. She's incredible to experience. Now I just need a big cock to suck and fuck for an hour or three. But after seeing what she did to you I don't know if you're ready...” Christine said. Charles shook his head.
“Not for a while. Tonight - certainly. But I gather that you don't want to wait that long...” The exchange was interrupted by the phone ringing. Charles went around to the other side of the desk, opened a drawer and picked up the handset.
“Yes?” He said sharply. A voice on the other end apologized but said he might want to watch a recent recording. Charles moved his clothes and sat down, motioning for his wife to join him. He pressed a button and a section of the desk swung up on a hidden hinge, revealing a 21” flat screen monitor and a keyboard with trackball. He touched the switch and rolled the track ball. A menu of files popped up. He chose one titled 'Office hallway' with the day's date on it. He clicked it and the split screen showed two views of Sheila and Tuesday right after they had left the Office. The two owners watched the interchange between the two women and Charles closed the page and returned the screen to the recess. Charles picked up the handset and pressed a button. There was a pause as the person picked up.
“Nice catch. Thank you. Good decision to call. Can you enhance the audio a bit?” A murmur came from the other end and Charles replied:
“Fine. Very good. There's an 'attaboy' coming for that.” Charles hung up the phone. He turned to his wife. “They are going to see if they can get a clearer audio out of it...but I think we already have the gist of it. He's already recording what's happening in Beth's little dungeon. Now...do you really have to get that hot little cunt stuffed...or can it wait until tonight?”
“If you don't object, I can get Helena to give me a few quality minutes. She hasn't had a chance to worship at her alter lately. Would that be permitted?” Christine asked. Charles considered the request.
“Make sure she spends at least one hour getting you worked up. Then at least three cums. In a row.” He answered.
“Charles. You can be so cruel. I'm already worked up. And if she gets me off three times I might pass out. I'll be frazzled tonight.” She smiled and batted her eyes at him.
“I could make it two hours and six cums...and have the Toymaker bring up something to entertain your ass while you suck my cock all evening.” He smiled back at her, a twinkle in his eye. She stuck her tongue out a little and pouted.
“Meany. Thank you for the hour and three. You're still the cruelest person I've ever known.” She said teasingly.
“You wouldn't love me if I wasn't” Charles retorted. “Or at least not as much.”
“I can't imagine how I could not love you as much as I do. Even if you weren't so cruel.” Christine answered. She bent down and attempted to deep throat him with her tongue. Her fingers teased his cock. When it twitched she giggled.
“Keep it happy. I want to make it delirious tonight.” She said. She gave a little wave as she left the room. Charles gave a sigh and sat back in his chair. When they built this place he hoped it would prove interesting.
“Curiouser and curiouser.” He said to no one.
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