BDSM Library - The Steel Collar

Chapter 1 - The Flight

Carl emerged from the cockpit with two large drinks.

"Nearly there, I believe you're a gin and tonic". He handed one of the glasses to a smartly dressed woman sat at the small table at the front of the plane.

"You've certainly done your homework," she said suspiciously.

"Malik likes to know everything about a future employee."

"Hold on, I'm all very flattered with all this," she waved her hand around at the insides of the private jet, "the offer of dinner on his island and I was very grateful for the gift, but I still haven't agreed to anything yet."

"You will" Carl smiled and reached for a large folder on the table.

"A very impressive resume, young lady" said Carl.

Lisa baulked at being referred to as "young lady." she was the rising star of one of the largest and most prestigious accountancy firms in the US. She showed her annoyance by straightening her grey skirt. She suddenly wished she had worn a trouser suit, as people did not seem to take her seriously when she dressed too feminine. He flicked through the resume asking a few questions about her career and life, she could tell he already knew the answers. She was not sure whether his lack of interest was good or bad, she was not even sure if she even wanted this job. The job would be a very bad career move, working as a personal accountant for a rich millionaire. She spent almost 10 years climbing up the ladder, neglecting friends and a personal life. She knew she was only a few years from making partner. This job would mean the end of all that. She had to admit she had been very flattered with their persistent approach and a salary that would make many partners green with envy. Still she would be a bit embarrassed taking this job as she had always said she was going to make partner and worried about what everyone would say about her dropping out into private practice before she achieved her goal. Malik Connor was a very discreet, secretive individual, which pleased her, as she was able to keep everything quiet for now from her company and even her friends.

"Malik has a small gift for you." Carl handed her a carved wooded box.

"I really can't accept anything else, I haven't agreed to even take the job, I really loved the brooch but really this is too much."

"You haven't even seen what it is yet, and anyway it's a gift, no strings attached. It's just a small thank you for agreeing to see us."

She reluctantly took the box. If she was honest, the first gift had slightly puzzled her, an amber brooch. The brooch had a metal back but no clip or pin to attach it to her clothes. She thought it looked cheap and old fashioned. She was sure amber was not that expensive. She opened the lid of the box and stared in surprise at the wide steel band inside.

"Put it on, I think we got your size right."

She reluctantly lifted it from the box. It was heavy, made of solid metal. Lisa did not usually wear large jewellery. She felt her wrists and neck were too wide to suit anything bigger than a small chain. Large necklaces and bracelets made her feel too feminine. They always seemed to fit too snugly. The choker was hinged on one side and closed on the other with a sturdy clasp. It swung open as she lifted it from the box. A large ring hung from the front. She could not believe how ugly and vulgar it was.

"Do you have the first gift? It goes with the necklace?"

She placed the open band on her lap and reached into her handbag, producing a small jeweller's box. He removed the small amber pendant and lifted the choker from her lap. He clipped the pendant into a small recess in the front of the choker. The dangling ring hung around the amber brooch. He opened the choker and held it in front of her.

"There, try it on, lift up your hair."

"It's very nice but I'm really not a jewellery person."

She took her glass and took a long sip, hoping to distract him.

"Don't be silly, it's a gift, just try it on and see" he persisted.

He stood up and stepped behind her. She gave him a forced smile and putting down the glass, she lifted up her shoulder length hair, exposing her neck. She would put it on for now, but as soon as she could it would be going back in its box, where it would stay. He placed the choker gently around her neck. She shivered as the cold metal of the choker slipped behind her neck. Carl slowly closed the band and she felt it tighten on her neck. She heard a solid click as the three-inch wide metal band closed under her ear. Lisa pulled away as Carl moved the collar ring around, so it hung beneath her chin. She tried to gather her composure but it was so humiliating to wear. The band was not tight but it was heavy and the diameter of the fit meant it sat high and snug on her neck. She reached up and felt the ring and the inset pendant, this thing made her feel very uncomfortable.

"Look it's very nice and I'm very grateful but I think I should wear it another time."

Lisa tilted her head and fumbled on the side for the release. Lisa jumped as the pilot leaned back through the separating curtain.

"Hey folks it's going to get a bit bumpy, can you strap in."

Lisa gave a worried look to the pilot. The two passengers quickly did up their seatbelts.

"It's fine, just a bit of turbulence. The weather gets a bit erratic around here," Carl reassured her.

Lisa hardly heard him as her head was spinning. She had panic attacks before but never like this. She tried to calm herself, it was this stupid necklace, and she fumbled again for the clasp. She felt like she was going to throw up.

"I want to take it off, I'm …."

She slumped forward, knocking her gin and tonic onto the floor.

"Are you ok?" Carl leaned forward.

He smiled she had not heard him; her head sagged down against her chest, she was unconscious. He pushed her head back onto the headrest. Grasping the pendant, he unclipped it from the centre of the collar.

"Just wanted to see if the colour suited you"

He slipped the pendant into his suit pocket. Carl leaned back in his chair just then the plane went into a steep dive.

At a nearby airfield, the air traffic controller pressed the alarm. A plane had just vanished from his radar.

Chapter 2 - The Cage and the Deal

"LET ME OUT YOU BASTARDS!"

Lisa shook the bars for the countless time. She sat back against the cage wall. The stone cell was only three foot high and she could barely lie down along the length of it. She had woken in the cage, without her shoes but still dressed in the suit she had worn on the plane. She touched the steel band on her neck, why were they making her wear this. She had immediately felt its weight when she had woken up and after trying to pull it from her neck she had gathered her wits and simply reached beside her neck to release the catch. There was no release. She turned it slowly, carefully, because it fitted rather closely. There was no release, no catch, only a small, heavy lock, and a place where a tiny key might fit. It had been locked on her throat! . She pulled angrily at the ring of the choker, the snug band barely shifted. The amber stone was gone it must had fallen out, or been taken out, before she was put in the cage. She kicked at the wide metal gate sealing the mouth of the cage. The padlock rattled against the lock of the door. She looked out at the identical cages, stacked two high on the far side of the room, all cut out of the pale stonewall. She had tried to look out but the cage bars were slightly inset, preventing her seeing above or beside her. She took off her suit jacket making a small pillow and lay down in the cage. She resigned herself to the fact that she was not going to get out until someone unlocked the gate.

Lisa struggled to her knees as someone came to stand in front of the cage. She tried to peer up but could not see past the overhanging roof. Lisa lunged as she saw Carl crouch to see into her cage. He did not flinch as her grasp ended just short of him. She pushed her arm hard through the bars trying to reach him. She yanked back in pain as he slapped the top of her hand. He opened a manila folder, the same he had read from on the plane. "What do we have here?" flicking to the second page, "untrained slave, age 31, a bit small breasted, 5 foot 3, dark natural blond, champion athlete in youth but now needs a few more trips to the gym, large shoulders and good hips, stubborn and willful, shy in groups. Good summary slut?"

"Let me go you psycho, you cannot keep me here, people know I am here, people will miss me, they know where I am" Lisa was screaming.

"My company doesn't deal with kidnappers. You won't get a penny from them. People know where I AM."

He reached into the folder and pulled out a newspaper, which he laid down in front of her. Lisa scanned the front of the paper, she cried out as she read the main story. "Private Jet disappears, all feared lost." She read down the article in horror, it mentioned her by name. Lisa screamed and threw herself against the barred door. She stopped screaming as she saw her captor get up to leave.

"NO WAIT, PLEASE WHAT DO YOU WANT? JUST TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT. PLEASE I HAVE MONEY,"

Carl left slamming the door on her cries. She stared in despair at the paper; they had given up the search believing the plane had plunged into deep-ocean. No one knew she was here, they thought she was dead. They were not kidnappers, to kidnap someone the other party had to believe the hostage was alive. What did he mean untrained slave? She was suddenly conscious again of the heavy band encircling her neck; she touched it, frightened, putting her finger inside the rim of the metal. There was only a half-inch or so between its metal and her throat. She locked her fingers in the band at her throat, trying to tear it from her neck. It was not a piece of jewelry. It was a collar.

Carl returned an hour later, Lisa lay nervously pressed against the back of the cage.

"I see you've used the facilities."

Lisa looked, embarrassed, at the bucket at the side of the cage. She could not hold it any longer and had been forced to squat and pee into the bucket.

"Please can I have some water, it's so hot in here."

"Just what I've come to talk to you about. I have some water and some food here for you."

He placed a bowl of water and a bread roll down beside her cage. She went to reach for the bowl but he kicked it out of her reach.

"Please I need some water."

"First I need something from you, quid pro quo, as they say. I have some more jewellery for you; I know you said you don't like jewellery but the necklace looked so good around that lovely neck."

He emptied a black canvas sack he had placed on the floor beside the food and water. Four metal bracelets clattered onto the stone floor. Lisa backed away from the cage door shaking her head. Each bracelet was like a small version of her collar, complete with dangling ring. They were all opened. He kicked them towards her cage; she remained silent shaking her head.

"Ok, when you're ready to drink, you know what to do, wrist and ankles, oh and remove your tights before you put on the anklets, rings on the inside please."

He stood up and for the second time that day, she heard the door slam as he left.

It was not long before she reached for the cuffs. They were heavy, made of thick steel, almost as wide as her collar. The two larger ones were obviously for her ankles, but both sets would fit snugly; it was if they were made for her. She unclipped her watch, sliding it from her hand and placed an open wrist cuff on her lap. She tried to remain calm, telling herself it was just like wearing the silver bracelet she had once owned. She placed her wrist into one half of the open cuff and gently lifted the other side of the cuff till it almost closed. She stopped short of locking it, shaking her wrist clattering the cuff from her wrist to the floor. She wiped her brow. She was hot and thirsty. She knew he would not give her water until she put on the cuffs; she was just delaying the inevitable. She quickly picked up the cuff, slipped it around her wrist and clicked it shut. She pushed the cuff down on her wrist, testing the fit. She could push it up her arm slightly but she realised she would never be able to slip it off her hand. She lifted the cuff looking at the ring dangling from her wrist. She remembered he had said rings on the inside. With a bit of difficulty due to its oval shape, she twisted the cuff around on her wrist. Trying not to think what she was doing or the purpose of the steel bands she put on the second cuff. It was a struggle to remove her tights in the cramped cage but she finally managed to remove them leaving them in a bundle beside the cage door. As she moved the rings tapped against the cuffs. She pulled her shirtsleeves over her wrists, covering the bracelets. She did not want to see them.

It was almost two hours before Carl returned. Lisa felt dizzy from the heat and her mouth was so dry she could hardly speak.

"Good girl, I knew you were a bright one. Now I want you to kneel with your back against the gate, do it quickly or I'll leave you to think about it till tomorrow."

Lisa was initially going to refuse, but she knew she did not want to spend the night with this thirst. She wearily crawled to the cage entrance and knelt with her back against the bars. She half-heartedly tried to pull away as Carl took hold her the left wrist cuff and pulled her hand behind her. She felt something lift up and hook through the ring of the cuff. He twisted her wrist so she was unable to turn around.

"Other wrist" commanded Carl.

Lisa reluctantly placed her right arm behind her. Carl pulled her wrists together and she heard a metallic click. As Carl released her she tried to pull her arms back around in front of her, but she was not surprised to find them locked together. As she shook the cuffs, she felt the padlock hanging down against the small of her back. To her surprise, Carl unlocked the cage door and motioned her out. The door was very low and she was forced to duck as she stumbled out on her knees. She heard a rattle of metal and looked up in time to see Carl reaching towards her with a two loops of chain. He held a padlock threaded through the end loop of a long shiny chain. Lisa tried to back away but with his free hand, he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. She felt him fumble with the front of the collar and then screamed as she heard the padlock close around the ring. She staggered to her feet and made a run for the door. The neck chain stopped her short and she was almost pulled off balance as Carl yanked her back. He shortened his grip on the chain and pulled her down. The collar dug into the back of her neck as it pulled her to the floor. Lisa screamed and struggled against the wrist cuffs. There was no questioning the purpose of her neck wear now. She was leashed. Her restrained arms prevented her from stopping her slow descent and she was forced to struggle to her knees. He stepped on the chain forcing her to kneel, bent over, with her cheek pressed to the ground. She gave up pulling and struggling. He picked up a smaller length of chain, each end dangling with the familiar steel padlock. He straddled her, sitting on her back. Lisa groaned under his weight. She felt her ankles pulled closer together and the familiar click of padlocks as they locked onto the dangling rings of the ankle cuffs.

"Remain kneeling," he stood up, climbing off her back. She knelt upright and stared at her captor. He held her neck chain loosely in his hands. She felt the weight of the chain pull on the collar ring. She sobbed. She was leashed. She wore a chain leash.

"Drink" with a gentle tug on the chain he signalled her over to the bowl of water.

She stumbled forward on her knees shuddering at the sound of her ankle chain dragging behind her. Lisa leant forward and, sighing with relief, lapped at the water in the bowl. She knew he was deliberately trying to humiliate her, but at this moment, the refreshing taste of the water blanked out any thought of rebellion. She felt pressure on the front of the collar as Carl signalled her back to her knees, reluctantly she complied.

"Good, you respond well to leash commands."

He held out a small piece of bread in the palm of his hand and gestured her to eat. She did not move. Lisa was unsure whether to give him the satisfaction of eating from his hand.

"You need to eat, if you are going to escape, you have to be fit" he laughed at his own joke and gestured again with the food.

She knew she had to stay strong, he was right, she'd look for a way out of this, he would let his guard down at some point and she was determined to be ready. She looked at him defiantly and snatched the bread from his hand. He continued to feed her the roll, allowing her occasionally to lap water from the bowl. When the water was almost empty and the roll gone, he roughly wiped her mouth clean of the crumbs.

"Please let me go, I can pay you, I won't tell anyone, just let me out of here, I know you're not responsible for this"

"You will speak only when spoken to slut and do not eyeball me, head down" he reinforced his command by pulling down on her leash. She quickly lowered her head.

"Feel the steel on your body, you are helpless, do you realise that? You depend on us for everything. You are chained and leashed. If I say follow, whether you come willing or not, you will follow this chain. Are you going to be obedient slut? "

He rattled the coils of chain in his hands.

"I asked you if you are obedient."

"Yes" Lisa mumbled.

"You will refer to all men as Master and all women as mistress do you understand me. There isn't anyone on the island who is lower than you. You're an untrained and unnamed slut. So I'll ask you again are you obedient"

"Yes master"

"Say it like you believe it"

Lisa repeated the phrase louder.

"Good I think we're going to get on just fine, look forward and open your mouth wide."

Lisa swallowed her tears. She would get through this. She knew he would make a mistake, until then she decided to follow instructions. Carl moved behind her, as she tentatively opened her mouth. He quickly pushed a large rubber ball into her mouth. She struggled trying to push it out. "Don't struggle and damage your nice teeth, come on take it all in" Lisa felt the ball sink deeper into her mouth, he pulled back the leather straps, pulling the gag a couple of notches tighter and buckling it shut. She breathed nosily through her nose. She stretched her mouth trying to get her tongue comfortable beneath the large ball. A large drop of drool fell onto her knees as her mouth tried to lubricate the obstruction.

"That's better, no more of your belly aching, you will soon realise talking, like food and water, is a privilege. Come on we're off to see your new owner"

Grabbing her arms, he lifted her to her feet. She stared down at her chained ankles. A foot of chain connected her ankle cuffs. She complained into the gag as he tugged her forward. She shuffled forward, the ankle chain forcing her to take small steps as she was led from the room

Chapter 3 - A Walk in the Garden

"Come in"

Carl entered the room pulling Lisa behind him. Lisa stumbled, in her ankle chains, into the room. She had learnt to not lift her feet too high and take small quick steps. She had nearly lost her balance twice, by catching her trailing foot in the ankle chain, as Carl had pulled her through the corridors of the estate. Malik sat writing behind an ornate wooden desk. He looked up and pointed in front of his desk, before resuming his work. Carl pulled Lisa forward and then gave two downward tugs on her leash. It was difficult to get down wearing the chains and despite her best efforts she fell heavily to her knees onto the thick carpet. Marco rattled the lead, looking down at her expectantly. Lisa spread her legs as far as her skirt would allow. She did not want to provoke him again. Carl had made her practice this posture and leash commands in the hall before entering the room. When she had at first refused to kneel but Carl had slapped her hard on her buttocks. Lisa could still feel the sting of the blow as she knelt, eyes down, in front of the desk. Malik put down his pen and looked at Lisa kneeling a few feet from his desk.

"Carl how do you expect me to talk to the girl, when she has a ball in her mouth?" he said good-naturedly.

"She's been learning talking is a privilege," replied Carl.

"Is that so, well then I can take it as read, when I remove her gag, she'll talk, only with permission or when asked a question. Isn't that so girl"?

Lisa nodded obediently; she hated the gag the most of all her restraints. It made her jaw ache but that was far from its most unpleasant affect. The front of her jacket was wet with the streams of drool that run from her mouth. She tried again to stretch her mouth further around the ball to remove pressure on her jaw but it was just too big. Another line of drool dribbled down her chin. Malik went over to Lisa and loosened the gag's buckle behind her neck. Lisa pushed the ball out with her tongue. It fell loosely around her neck, the ball hanging down against her collar. Malik left the straps still buckled behind her neck. Lisa took a deep breath and resumed her position.

"Excellent, straight back in position without instruction. How long have you been training her?"

"She's had none at all, a couple of pointers."

Malik stepped back to look at her.

"You don't think her breasts are too small?"

"No they're firm, nice body, just needs a bit of toning. We could put her under the knife but I think they're fine. I saw some shots of her in the shower"

Lisa gasped.

"We've been watching you for while woman, the landlord never sent those repair men, we did. They installed cameras all over your apartment."

"Why me? I don't understand"

Lisa realised her mistake a soon as she finished the sentence. Lisa put her head further to the floor

"Sorry, I won't speak again, sorry."

"Do you want her beaten?'

Lisa shivered.

"No, I'm in a hurry and I always like a chat with a new girl when she arrives."

"She has an appointment at the Doctors. Opal says the Doctor's been complaining about the amount of overtime lately."

"I'm going that way. I have a business on the other side so I'll take her and we'll talk on the way."

Malik lifted Lisa's chin up and looked hard into her eyes.

"Yes cute, very cute, I'm pleased."

Lisa did not know whether to be horrified or pleased by his approval. . She wanted to lower her eyes but he continued to hold her chin.

"Would you care for a walk through my gardens?" He said suddenly.

Without waiting for an answer, he took the leash from Carl. He let the chain slip through his fingers until there was about 3 feet between his hand and the collar ring. Malik pulled the chain forward. Lisa pulled back against the leash trying to keep her balance. She was unsure whether to shuffle forward on her knees or whether to try to stand. Malik stepped forward and grabbed the centre of the chain. The collar pulled tight under her chin as he pulled her by the leash to her feet.

"Stupid slut, pay attention."

"Fuck you" Lisa looked at him defiantly

"And fuck your rules, how dare you do this to me?"

Lisa tried her best to sound strong but she could feel the tears coming.

"Still some spirit... excellent, come!"

Malik pulled her stumbling forward out a door leading to the garden. Lisa looked out at the perfectly manicured and flower beds, her eyes straining in the bright sunshine. She looked beyond the tall walls surrounding the garden at the endless expanse of ocean. The garden was obviously the centrepiece of the villa, white plastered walls and buildings stretched around it. Malik led her along one of the small paths that stretched around the grounds.

"I'm going to allow you three questions, I will answer them truthfully. First question?" Malik asked absently. Lisa remained silent, unsure what to do.

"Well?"

He tugged her leash. Lisa felt the collar ring and the attached padlock lift up beneath her chin. She lengthened her step to regain some slack in the chain.

"What's going to happen to me?" Lisa blurted out.

"Right now, I'm taking you to the Doctor to be examined. After that you'll be taken back to your cage where you'll begin your training."

Lisa thought carefully about her next question.

"What do you want with me?"

"Isn't it obvious, what do you think your status is here? We are training you to be a slave, a pleasure slave."

"LET ME GO YOU FREAKS" Lisa screamed.

Lisa pulled back against the leash but Malik kept a tight grip on her. Lisa leaned forward fighting against the pull on her collar. She was screaming at the top of her lungs. The collar pulled against her chin and the back of her neck.

"Calm down!" said Malik in a calm steady voice.

Lisa stopped screaming and tried to take a deep breath but continued tugging defiantly against the chain.

"Now examine your position you are not going to get free of the leash. If I had to, I could drag you up this path. I'm hoping, for your sake, that you decide to take the easier path," Malik said smoothly.

The pain in her neck soon grew stronger than her anger and fear and she stopped pulling. Standing upright, Lisa stared directly at her captor. "I still have a question."

"That you do"

Malik smiled and continued walking down the path, as if nothing had happened. Lisa felt the familiar tug of the leash and stumbled after him.

"That little outburst should have forfeited your question but I will give you some slack, as it's your first day."

"Saff, come here"

Malik called to a woman just entering the garden from a door in the far wall. Lisa stared at the half naked redhead walking gracefully towards them. Lisa looked in envy at the woman's long legs and hourglass figure. Sapphire wore a shoulder-less white silk halter-top that exposed her breasts, jutting them out proudly in front of her. Both her nipples were pierced with large metal rings, from each hung a small bell. The bells jingled as she walked. Her diaphanous silk pants clearly showed her shaved sex. Lisa was alarmed to see the woman wore the same cuffs and collar that she herself wore, the only difference was a large red gem embedded in the centre of her steel collar. She walked over to Malik and stood silently, lowering her head submissively.

"Saff, I'd like you to take our new pupil to the Doctor, tell the kind Doctor two rings and a clean."

Malik handed the leash over to the woman.

"Hey, I still have my question" Lisa said insolently.

"Well?" Malik returned her gaze.

"Why me?" Lisa said quietly.

Malik laughed and walked away.

"That's easy, I need an accountant"

He laughed again and continued to walk towards the door the woman had entered from.

"You think I'm going to be your accountant after this" Lisa spat.

He turned and shouted over his shoulder

"Saff, she needs to learn when to keep that mouth of hers closed. If she speaks gag her and give her five lashes."

He left the garden.

Lisa stared at the woman holding her leash. She gave Lisa a kindly smile and then gave the leash a gentle tug, indicating Lisa should follow.

"Please don't speak. I'll have to give you those lashes. People are always watching here. I'd be forced to," said Sapphire hurriedly.

"He didn't say anything about me talking, so no one can report me for speaking to you. You see we each receive five lashes every week, but if you can prove one of the girls did wrong she get two of yours. So, people are always telling on each other. Opal, the bitch, never gets hit, just cause she's favourite and is always spying on us."

Lisa staggered behind the woman trying to digest the rapid dialogue. She sounded like an office girl welcoming a new staff member to the office.

"Oh I'm being rude, my name is Sapphire, but everyone calls me Saff. You'll have to call me mistress, as you're just a dungeon girl, but don't worry I'm sure you'll be in the house before you know it."

Sapphire hardly took a breath as she prattled away.

"I'll give you some advice. Just do everything they say and make sure you learn your lessons quickly. It gets easier after the first few weeks, especially if you can get to be a house girl. Oh here we are."

Sapphire opened a door in the garden wall and stepped inside. Lisa looked around the room. The plain stone walls contrasted starkly with the white tiled floor. A heavy wooden cupboard was the room's only furniture. Sapphire gestured Lisa into the centre of the room. Lisa was pleased she did not use the leash to direct her. Her neck was sore from being led around like a dog. Lisa thought Sapphire a bit dim, she knew she could use that.

"Now I'm going to have to unchain you, so you can take your clothes off."

Lisa shrunk away, shaking her head. Sapphire let go off the neck chain and moved over to the cupboard. The leash jangled down between her breasts, the end hanging down to her knees. Lisa was surprised to be released. She thought about running, but decided to see if Sapphire was really going to unchain her.

"You can run but you won't get very far, and I promise, you don't want to be caught. I've never seen it, but some of the other girls talk about this girl from way back who escaped and they kept her in a punishment cage for weeks. She was taken out everyday just to be beaten."

Sapphire unfastened the cupboard's combination lock. Lisa saw the many keys hung from the inside of the door as Sapphire pulled the cupboard open. Lisa gasped at the array of whips and paddles hanging inside. All kinds of metal and leather restraints filled the dark wood shelves. Lisa was relieved when Sapphire only took a key.

"Please don't get me into trouble, they'll come in and strip you, if you don't do it. Don't even think about running, all the doors out of the villa are locked. They'll only catch you and we'll both be punished"

Sapphire unlocked the padlock connecting Lisa's collar to the leash, letting the steel chain fall to the floor. Sapphire moved behind her and Lisa felt Sapphire lift the padlock holding her two wrist cuffs together. Lisa felt the pressure on her wrists lessen as the padlock clicked open. Feeling flooded back as Lisa brought her arms slowly forward. Sapphire allowed Lisa time to stretch and rub feeling back into her arms.

"Please remove your suit now" Sapphire said timidly.

Lisa realised then, that Sapphire was actually nervous. Lisa was unsure whether to comply. Running was impossible while she still wore the ankle chain. She decided to wait for her greatest advantage. She calmly removed her jacket, folding it carefully before angrily giving it to Sapphire. Sapphire seemed unsure what to do with it and laid it, with great care, on the floor. Lisa slowly undid each button of her white blouse, before removing it and handing it to Sapphire.

"You can fold it," snapped Lisa.

Sapphire seemed unsure at this turn of events, but quickly nodded and started folding the shirt. Lisa did not wait to be told and slipped her arms through the straps of her bra. Twisting the bra around so the clasp was in the front, she removed it. Sapphire took the bra and laid it carefully on top of her other clothes. Lisa blushed and covered her breasts with her arms. She hated being naked in front of other women. She felt as if she were always being judged. Lisa gasped as she felt the cool metal of the cuffs press against the soft skin of her breasts. . Sapphire seemed to take heart at this sign of weakness.

"Now the skirt and your panties"

Lisa lifted up one leg and shook the ankle chain.

"Oh yeah silly me you won't get your knickers off with those on. I should probably put your hood on first."

Sapphire went back to the cupboard, returning with what looked, to Lisa, like a leather flying helmet. Lisa shuffled back in the ankle chain, shaking her head vigorously. Sapphire smiled kindly.

"It's not so bad, I've worn it loads of time, and it's quite sexy actually. I know I shouldn't be like this but sometimes when I'm chained down wearing this I think I'm going to explode."

Sapphire was caught completely unaware as Lisa lunged toward her. Lisa grabbed a large lump of hair and, with surprising ease, pulled Sapphire down into a headlock. Lisa was amazed at how easily she had the better of Sapphire. She had never had a fight before. Unsure of what to do next she continued to hold Sapphire in a headlock. Lisa's indecision allowed Sapphire time to reach up Lisa's skirt. Sapphire gave Lisa's inner thigh a vicious pinch and twist. Lisa squealed and loosened her grip around her opponent's neck. Sapphire quickly pulled backward out of the headlock, at the same time, pushing Lisa forward. Lisa's right leg tangled in the ankle chain as she tried to regain her balance and she fell forward heavily. Sapphire jumped on her before she was able to recover. Lisa lashed out, twisting, trying to get Sapphire off her back. Sapphire knelt on Lisa's arms forcing them to her side. Lisa screamed as she was plunged into darkness. Sapphire had skilfully looped the hood over her head. Despite Lisa's struggling, a wide leather strap was buckled shut around her neck. Lisa tried to bite at the unseen hand but could not stop the third strap being fastened under her chin. Sapphire reached back, managing to still stay on the back of her twisting and struggling captive and picked up two small padlocks. Lisa screamed again, unable to prevent the two padlocks clicking shut. Sapphire jumped up and stepped away. Lisa got to her feet, pulling at the hood. It covered her head and eyes leaving her nose and mouth exposed. A wide leather band was buckled and padlocked shut over her steel collar. A smaller strap was buckled and padlocked shut under her chin. She tried to pull it off but it was too well fastened on her. Lisa heard something removed from the cupboard. Lisa could hear Sapphire as she moved, the bells hanging from her nipples jingled at the slightest movement. Lisa threw a wild slap when the jangle of nipple rings grew closer. Lisa stumbled forward as she lashed out at thin air. Sapphire was moving quickly now, dancing around her. Lisa tried to keep her in the front but the hood and the ankle chains allowed her only a clumsy stagger. It was then that she felt it. The broad band of leather slapped across her backside causing Lisa to almost collapse on to her knees. Lisa tried to kick out, but the ankle cuff quickly pulled her leg short unbalancing her. Sapphire saw the opening and brought the leather paddle down hard at almost the exact place as the last blow. The pain exploded through Lisa's body, her eyes watered, wetting the inside of the hood. She fell to her knees, covering her backside from the next blow. Sapphire struck her again, this time across the back. Lisa could hardly catch her breath as the air was almost blown out of her lungs. She gasped in pain, unable to get the breath to scream.

"Stop Mistress, please stop mistress, I'll be good, please mistress" Lisa could only sob out her plea,

"Strip slut now" Sapphire said angrily.

Lisa quickly undid her skirt and stood up allowing it to slip to the floor. She shook in pain, not believing what Sapphire had done to her. Lisa slid her panties off, pulling them over the ankle cuffs and on to the chain. She stood up straight, leaving her panties tangled around the ankle chain. She tried to cover herself, as she stood naked in front of Sapphire. Lisa blushed as she wondered what she looked like naked, hooded, in ankle chains.

"Telling me to stop beating you broke the Master's no speaking rule, put out your hand."

Lisa shook her head.

"Do it, I'm not going to hurt you."

Lisa thought Sapphire's tone seemed to soften a little. Lisa slowly lifted her hand. Sapphire snapped a thin metal bracelet around her right wrist. Lisa pulled back her hand and felt the new bracelet. It was a contoured round bangle, little more than a steel ring. It hung loosely above her cuff. A bell hung from a small ring looped onto the bangle. The bell jingled as it hit against the cuff below.

"That's a punishment bracelet, it's worth five lashes. They put the bell on it as a reminder of your disobedience and what is to come."

Lisa put her hands to her hooded head and sobbed in despair. Lisa flinched but Sapphire only put her arms around her and gave her a gentle hug.

"I know it's difficult, just remember what I said and do what they say. It gets easier I promise."

Lisa sobbed against Sapphire's shoulder. Sapphire gave her another quick hug and then pushed her away.

"We need to put your gag back in and get you yoked, otherwise the Doctor will punish both of us, Open your mouth"

As Sapphire moved behind her, Lisa reluctantly opened her mouth. She hated the idea of wearing the gag again. She blinked behind the darkness of the leather hood. The shock of this whole experience left her feeling numb. She knew she had to follow the instructions or feel that strap again. Sapphire pushed the ball into Lisa's mouth. Lisa was relieved to find Sapphire did not buckle it as tight as Carl.

Lisa began to panic when she heard Sapphire return to the cupboard.

"I'm going to put you in a wooden yoke. It locks around your neck and wrists."

Sapphire pulled out a square of wood that was stored between the cupboard and the wall. Sapphire passed it to Lisa to feel. The weight of the yoke almost made Lisa lose her grip. Sapphire helped her lower it to the floor. Lisa felt around the yoke. It was about three feet square and over an inch thick. A circle of wood had been cut out of the middle of the block and two smaller openings were spaced out either side of the centre hole. Lisa gave a muffled cry as she realised the purpose of the three openings; one for her neck the other two for her wrists. It would hold her hands immobile beside her head and it would leave her body at their mercy.

"You'll have to kneel and lean forward so I don't hurt you when I put it on."

Lisa sank to her knees and leant forward, defeated. Sapphire held the open yoke steady on the floor.

"Put your head in first, use your hands to make sure your collar is sitting above the wood."

Lisa leant forward and placed her neck in the semi-circle. The wood was worn smooth; it was obviously not the first time this had been used. Sapphire pushed the collar higher on Lisa's neck. The collar scraped against the top of the wood. The collar was going to be on top of the yoke, forcing it tight under her chin.

"Now put in your wrists. Put your forearms in and then pull back, when you feel the cuffs pull on the wood, hold position. Make sure you're fully in, it really hurts to get pinched by this thing." Lisa slid her wrists into position and Sapphire gently closed the yoke. As the identical semi-circles closed behind her neck and over her wrists, the cuffs and collar pushed tighter. She tried to get more comfortable but she could hardly move. Sapphire closed the hasp of the yoke and secured it with a padlock.

"On your feet"

Sapphire held Lisa under one arm and helped her up. Lisa swayed under the weight of the heavy wood.

"I'm going to take you in to the Doctor, do what you're told. Don't give her any excuse. We need discipline, I know that, but she seems to take too much delight in hurting us. Between you and me she's a complete bitch …."

The door in the far wall suddenly slammed opened. Sapphire whirled around to stare in shock at the new arrival.

"I didn't realise I had such a good reputation."

The Doctor dressed in a lab coat and high heels moved over to stand in front of Sapphire. Dark hair surrounded a round, but pretty, face. Her ample figure squeezed into the tight lab coat. Sapphire fell to her knees, kissing the Doctor's shoes.

"Please mistress, forgive Sapphire, Sapphire didn't mean anything, Sapphire loves her mistress"

"It's good that a slave loves her mistress. I love you to Saff. Bring the new slut in. Come on hurry, bring her in."

Sapphire visibly relaxed and rose to her feet.

"Oh Saff, because I love you, why don't you take two punishments from the cupboard, before you come in?"

"But mistress, being rude is one bracelet" Sapphire pleaded.

"Why don't you get a third one? Would you like to question me again, perhaps we can start a new fashion and have two on each wrist."

Sapphire fled to the cupboard and pulled out one of the bracelets, locking it quickly on her wrist. Lisa heard two more clicks as Sapphire locked on two more.

"Get in" The Doctor pushed Lisa angrily forward. Lisa heard the sound of her own punishment bracelet. She did not know if she could take five blows, not if they were like the strap she was hit with earlier.

"Slide her into the rack and we'll get her sorted out, if you're good Saff maybe I'll remove one of your bracelets."

Chapter 4 - The Doctor

Lisa felt the collar tighten under her neck as she was pushed back. The yoke slid back into two grooves cut in the wooden frame. The top of the yoke pushed the collar tighter under her neck. The cuffs scraped against the wood as Lisa pulled against them. Lisa wanted to protect herself, fearing what they were going to do to her. The yoke was pushed back into the long grooves until it touched the back of the tall frame.

"Easy slut or maybe I'll show the value of that pretty bracelet. Only been here one day little slut, and already bangled."

Lisa pleaded helplessly into the gag. Each ankle cuff was lifted and she soon lost the weight of the attached ankle hobble. The anklets were turned about and ropes attached to the rings. Lisa screamed, as her legs were suddenly pulled wider apart. The collar and cuffs became tighter, as she was pulled down. Lisa struggled to breath.

"That's enough, we want her immobilized not choked," Lisa clearly recognised the Doctors smooth voice.

To Lisa's relief the ropes were loosened slightly before being attached to the frame and tied off. Lisa could barely move, never feeling so venerable or helpless in her life. Her muffled plead for release was ignored.

"I want to see those nipples at attention, Sapphire see to it."

Sapphire hurried to obey, placing her hands on Lisa's hips. Sapphire leaned forward and took Lisa's nipple between her teeth. Lisa gasped in surprise and forced pleasure as a soft tongue teased the squeezed nipple. Her nipple grew harder, becoming sore as Sapphire's tongue worked it erect. Lisa tried to stop becoming aroused but she could feel the growing wetness between her legs. She was determined not to become excited by this. She would not give them that. She would not give them anything. Lisa fought against the anklets and stock, trying to pull back from Sapphire's embrace. Her struggling only, she was beginning to realise, excited her. She finally submitted to the feeling needing the release more than her dignity. As if almost sensing this, Sapphire abruptly stopped. Lisa screamed and pulled against her restraints in frustration. Sapphire kissed her gently on the nipple.

"Later, I promise"

"Stop talking with the slave! What is this? A fisher women's convention?"

Sapphire gave an almost believable smile at the weak joke and apologised.

"And I said ERECT!"

The Doctor grabbed Lisa's nipples between index finger and thumb and squeezed hard. Lisa thought she was going to pass out, but was pulled back when the Doctor gave the nipple a hard twist. Lisa bucked in the frame, the soft loose skin on her feet and hands bunching tight against the steel restraints.

"Now the other one" the Doctor sneered. The pain of the first was terrible but Lisa felt the agony of waiting for it to happen to the other nipple much worse. The Doctor knew this and waited. Sapphire looked away; she knew that the Master would not approve of this, especially to a new girl.

Lisa bit hard into the ball gag, stifling her own cries, as the Doctor made good with her threat. The doctor gave an extra vicious twist, trying to provoke a better response. Disappointed, she released the nipple and stood back, an evil smile forming on her lips.

"Ah we have a fighter, excellent."

"Three?" asked the Doctor turning to the now kneeling Sapphire.

"Master requested just the two rings mistress"

"Well then let's begin, Sapphire bring me the needle and two medium weight rings." Sapphire leapt up with a jangle of bells. The Doctor pulled up a stool beside Lisa and sat down. The Doctor took hold again of the right nipple. Lisa flinched in expectation of another squeeze, but was surprised when the Doctor held her gently. She then realised where the rings were going. Lisa froze, knowing she could do nothing to stop them. She tried to communicate with her captors through the gag, begging them not to do it.

The Doctor lined up the needle and we one quick push pierced the nipple. Lisa tried to gasp, sucking the ball gag deeper into her mouth. Her stomach lurching, she gagged on the rubber ball. She tried in panic to push the ball forward with her tongue but it was too far back. The Doctor pulled the gag out a little.

"Too loose Sapphire, she nearly choked. Ask the Harem Keeper to put you in a gag tonight. You need to know how one should be worn"

Sapphire nodded obediently. Lisa breathed heavily through her nose trying to calm the pain coursing through her nipple. The pain of pushing the ring through the nipple was almost as awful as the pain of piercing. The Doctor slowly pushed the ring through the nipple, twisting it as she worked it through the hole. The twists were like electric shocks through Lisa's squirming body. The Doctor clearly enjoyed the pain she was inflicting.

"Bell" the Doctor held out an impatient hand. Sapphire quickly returned with a small metal bell, with a single ringer. The Doctor slipped the hoop top of the bell onto the nipple ring. The Doctor took pliers and closed the ring, twisting the nipple ring around to hide the almost invisible connection in the nipple.

Within minutes, two steel rings hung from Lisa's' nipples. Lisa sobbed into her gag, they were so large almost the size of an American quarter. Lisa felt the dangling bells resting on her breasts. Any slight movement made them ring.

"Next ring" barked the Doctor.

"But mistress"

Sapphire was stopped as the Doctor lashed her arm around. Quick reflexes stopped Sapphire being hit, as she stepped back out of reach. Sapphire ran to obey, gingerly returning and handing over an identical ring. Sapphire began to pull back, fearing going near the Doctor again but the Doctor just patted her cheek.

"Good girl"

Lisa expected them to pierce her below so was surprised when the Doctor steadied her head. She calmed a little when she realised that the ring wasn't going between her legs. She hated all piercing; they made her feel too feminine. She had once owned some gold hoop earrings, but the subtle touches it gave her as they touched the side of her neck made her feel like a slut. Lisa became suddenly aware of the collar locked on her neck, if the earrings made her feel cheap, the collar made her feel like property. Lisa knew plenty of people with their tongue or their nose done, it could not be that bad. The Doctor took what looked like a pair of pliers and pushed them into Lisa's nostrils. Lisa frantically tried to move her head but the Doctor held her steady. Lisa could never remember when she passed out, it was either when she realised they intended to pierce her septum or when she felt the click of the punch. The pain and fear were so tightly enmeshed that it was all a blur

Lisa woke to a glass of water being thrown in her face. "Wake up" shouted the Doctor. Lisa lifted her head and wept in shame as she felt the large ring brushing against her top lip.

"Stop your blubbing" the Doctor flicked the nose ring.

Lisa's eyes watered in pain but she continued to sob. I have to go, but I will not forget the bracelets. I intend to make both of you pay for them, in full"

The Doctor gathered her belongings into a large black bag.

"Shave her, then it's close cage, make sure she cannot get at those rings."

"She's not a real Doctor you know. I think she's just a nurse or something"

Sapphire talked while soaping Lisa's genitals with a shaving brush. Lisa stood impassively, submitting, too tired to fight any more.

"She was bang out of order putting in that nose ring. I bet I get into trouble for it. I'm going to tell Opal, she's head girl. The master listens to her"

Lisa ignored Sapphire's twittering and tried to get herself back together.

"I'm going to get you clean, and then I'm afraid it's back to the cage. If you're good, I'll take off the hood and the gag. You'll have to try to sleep. You need to get sleep, that's really important; you need to be alert here. The close cage is really uncomfortable, new girls aren't usually put into that thing. She's out of control". Sapphire barely took a breath as words tumbled from her mouth.

Lisa thought the safety of a cage sounded good, at least they couldn't get to you. To have the hood and gag off too made her long to be there already.

"Soon be over," chirped Sapphire.

Lisa knew in her heart this was simply not true. This was the start of a nightmare. She shivered as she felt the cold smooth blade of the razor make its first pass over her mound.

TBC

Chapter 5 – A Bracelet Removed

Lisa spent a restless night suspended above the ground in the close cage. She slept for only short periods. The slightest movement causing the cage to sway from the chain threaded through the pulley overhead. Lisa had still worn the hood when Sapphire had secured her in the cage. She would have struggled if she had realised where she was being placed. Her ankle chain had been removed and she was forced to sit facing what she thought was the back of the cage, her legs out in front of her. Sapphire pushed her forward, forcing her to shuffle further forward. As Sapphire closed and bolted the door behind her, Lisa felt the steel bars push against the back of her chained arms. Sapphire was good to her word and removed the gag and hood. Lisa, fearing more punishment, stifled a cry as she looked at the cage she was locked in. It only allowed her to sit upright with her feet pulled forward. Her discomfort increased as her ankles were then pulled through the front of the bars, Sapphire clipping a padlock through the two ankle rings. The connected anklets preventing her from pulling her legs back into the cage. Sapphire moved to the wall and began turning a small winch. As the handle rotated, the cage slowly began to rise off the floor. The cage soon dangled four feet in the air from its attached chain. Lisa's feet dangled down in front of her, the weight of the heavy padlock pulling down on the thick anklets. . Lisa would be forced to stay sitting upright in the cage's tight confines. She began to complain but Sapphire waved the gag in front of her, the meaning obvious. The gag was still wet with saliva and her jaw still sore from being stretched open by the large rubber ball. Sapphire left without a word, turning off the light and plunging the prison into half darkness.

The cage swung gently as Lisa struggled to find a comfortable position. Two small barred windows high up in the wall provided blue light from the clear night sky. Lisa examined her prison, the high position finally allowing her a complete view of the room. She could make out shapes moving in the cells lining the walls. A face appeared from out of the darkness of the nearest cage startling her. The woman looked up at her curiously. She was crouching on all fours, large breasts hanging pendant, the moonlight reflecting off her nipple bells and the metal collar locked on her neck. Lisa could see two other occupants trying to get comfortable in their iron-fronted cages. She had always known in her heart that this was no simple kidnapping but the sight of the other naked captives made her shiver. The girls bedded down without speaking, each clutching a small woollen blanket about them. Lisa decided that it was wise not to speak. She was still sore from being shaved and her nipples ached terribly. She stared down at her new body. She was completely bare between her legs, a red shaving rash the only sign of where her pubic hair used to be. Lisa sobbed when she saw again the large rings piercing her breasts. Lisa shifted her wrists in the cuffs, feeling the space between her wrist and the obdurate metal. She tried futilely to pull her arms around to feel what they had done to her body. The padlock rattled noisily against the back of the cage but continued to hold her fast.

"Quit your fidgeting, some of us are trying to sleep"

Lisa could not see where the voice had come from. Tears trickled down her cheek but Lisa sniffed back the new tears. She moved the nose ring gently with her tongue, examining its size, but the slightest movement against her septum caused it to throb intensely. She let the nose ring drop, once again hanging down humiliatingly against her top lip. Lisa sobbed silently, the gentle sway of the cage eventually easing her into an exhausted sleep.

Sapphire released Lisa from her cage at first light. She had slept fitfully all night, waking regularly to try to get the feeling back into her chained arms. She sighed in relief as Sapphire released the padlocks holding her wrists and ankles and lowered the cage. Lisa fell backwards as the rear door opened, Sapphire supporting her beneath the arms as she pulled her out of the cage. Lisa moaned as she moved her arms slowly forward, Sapphire helped her rub some feeling back into them. After she stretched, Sapphire helped her to her feet and led her stumbling to the front of the cage. It was the first time her arms had been free since she had been chained by Carl the previous day. Her body ached too much to think of escape or struggle.

"On your knees"

Lisa gingerly lowered herself to the floor and moved her aching body into the position she had been taught the previous day. Sapphire used her foot to push Lisa's knees further apart, her shaved sex made clear for all to see. Lisa blushed as she felt the eyes of the caged women upon her. The women, on hands and knees, stared blankly at her through the cage bars. A wide black leather belt was then wrapped around Lisa's waist. Lisa gasped as its two straps were pulled tight behind her and buckled shut. Lisa heard the familiar click of padlocks as Sapphire secured each buckle. The locked buckles and the natural flaring of her hips removing any thought of slipping it from her body.

"Remember talking is a privilege and that includes to the other girls. You will speak only when addressed directly, do you understand slut?" Sapphire looked down at Lisa expectantly. "Well?"

"Yes"

"Yes what?"

"Yes mistress"

Sapphire unlocked the three occupied cages. The girls remained kneeling in their kennels.

"Slaves out"

The girls crawled out of their cages and knelt gracefully with their hands, palms up, resting on their spread legs. Black leather belts had also been locked around their waists, rings dangling from the belt on four sides. The belts were buckled tight, almost like a corset. Lisa could feel her own waist being pulled in, extenuating her figure. It was not uncomfortable, but she imagined, after a time, it would become so. The girls all wore the familiar steel bands on ankles, wrists and neck. Lisa noticed the collars did not have a stone like Sapphire's instead a small round tag, dangled from their collar ring. She could just make out a small yellow flower on the tag of the woman nearest to her. The woman, as if unaware of Lisa's attention continued to look forward. She was the largest of the former cage occupants. Her plump face showed no expression as she sat, back straight, eyes down. Permed blond hair hung down to her shoulders hiding the sides of her collar. Her cuffs seemed a size to small and her wrist bulged slightly around their edges. The collar also appeared to fit more snugly than the other girls' neckbands, sitting high on her neck, pushing tight under her chin. The black leather encircling her waist exaggerated her large breasts. Lisa looked down conscious of what she felt were her own small breasts. She knew she would rather be kneeling, chained and naked in front of a man, than these critical eyes.

"Bangles" Sapphire commanded.

The women placed their hands out in front of them and shook their wrists. The wrist rings tapped against the metal cuffs.

"Enough"

The women returned their hands to their thighs.

"Good girls, no punishments, if you continue this today, you'll receive a treat tonight"

Sapphire turned angrily towards Lisa.

"Are you stupid Slut? Copy what the rest of the girls do"

Sapphire was obviously still smarting from the previous day, As Sapphire had unlocked the cages Lisa noticed five long red marks on her back and realised, in horror, that Sapphire was under the same discipline as herself. Lisa quickly held her arms out in front of her and shook her wrists. The two bangles rattled together, the humiliating jangle of bells accompanying them.

"Ah yes, I forgot about that. Well I should give you five for your speaking, and let the master decide on that second bangle. Buttercup give me a hand"

The plump girl got to her feet and walked over to Lisa. Sapphire shackled Lisa's wrist behind her back with a length of gleaming steel chain, then, with Buttercup's assistance, took her by the upper arms and pulled her to the centre of the cell. As Sapphire lowered a chain run though a pulley in the ceiling, Buttercup connected it to the wrist chain. Almost immediately, Sapphire pulled the chain, forcing Lisa's arms up behind her back. Sapphire continued to pull until Lisa felt her shoulders were almost being wrenched out of their sockets. Sapphire gave her a little more slack before tying off the pulley.

"Paddle"

Buttercup ran to the back wall. Lisa twisted around to see Buttercup give, what looked like, a leather table tennis bat to Sapphire.

"Please don't hit me mistress. I'll be good. I didn't know the rules"

Lisa struggled against the chain, trying futilely to pull away. She knew the idiocy of her resistance but she knew she did not want to feel the sting of leather again. Instead of hitting her Sapphire whispered into her ear.

"It's not so bad, it will be over soon. Bite this."

She held out a length of wood wrapped in cloth for Lisa to bite on. Lisa spat on her hand. Sapphire immediately brought the leather paddle down across her rear. Lisa gasped in pain, too shocked to scream. She screamed on the next blow as the full force of Sapphire's back swing slapped into her. Lisa twisted and turned on the chain trying to avoid the next blow, but Sapphire was too quick and her body exploded with pain as the next swipe hit her.

"Hold still for the next two, or you will receive them again"

"Please Mistress I understand, Please Mistress I'll be good. I can't take any more."

Two more blows followed and on each, Lisa felt as if she was going to lose consciousness.

"It's finished"

Sapphire kissed her gently on the cheek and stroked the hair from her eyes. A small key was inserted in the side of one of the bangles and it dropped open. Sapphire removed the steel bracelet, clicking it shut before hanging it on a hook with many others on the wall.

"So yes or no" Sapphire announced to the room. Turning back and explaining to Lisa. "It's a tradition with new girls."

"Yes definitely" Buttercup said cruelly.

The other two girls whispered their agreement.

Before Lisa could prevent it, Sapphire pushed a finger into her. Lisa bucked away, but Sapphire had already managed to put a full finger inside her. Her pussy squelched as the intruding finger flicked out. As if to confirm the noise, Sapphire held up a glistening finger.

"You like being spanked, Slut? All that noise and you were actually enjoying it."

Lisa sagged against the chain sobbing into her chest. She was so confused. The feel of the cuffs and her helplessness was almost erotic. She had never been turned on by being dominated though she had to admit no man had ever had the nerve to tie her up or spank her. She assured herself, she was not excited by this, but her stinging arse and the aching in her pussy said otherwise. Lisa shuddered as she imagined what sex would be like chained. She twisted her wrists in the cuffs feeling, stronger than ever, the sense of vulnerability and helplessness they forced upon her.

Lisa was released from the ceiling and made to stand. Sapphire unlocked one end of the wrist chain and attached it to the side of the belt. She then got an identical length of chain and connected the other of Lisa's wrist cuffs to the opposite side of the belt. Lisa let her hands drop to her side, feeling the pull of the short chains on her cuffs. Locked to the belt Lisa only had about 12 inches of reach on either side. Lisa turned back to watch Sapphire retrieved a small box from a back wall shelf. Lisa shivered as she saw for the first time the vast array of punishment devices and restraints hanging from the wall.

"Now what do we have?"

Sapphire rummaged through the small metal tags in the box. Each tag had a flower painted beautifully in enamel on one side.

"Snowdrop... no too cutesy" she continued to search through the box.

"Perfect. "

Sapphire showed Lisa the tag before clipping it to the front ring of the collar. The tag fell against the steel like a small pendant, the red flower naming her like a household pet.

"Poppy, go to the cell beside Buttercup's, that's where you'll be caged. When you come in of an evening, you will return there. Do you understand?" Lisa was horrified to be addressed as Poppy. She realised the whole procedure was designed to humiliate her, the chains, the collar and now her new name. She refused to let them win.

"I understand Mistress"

"You are not an I, you are Poppy, do you understand?"

Lisa smiled mockingly at Sapphire.

"Poppy understands"

Sapphire paused, unsure of how to respond to the obvious insolence.

"Well, go to your cell and kneel like the other girls"

As she walked towards her cell, Lisa smiled at her small victory. Her occasional commanding talk could not hide what a push over Sapphire really was.

Sapphire placed metal bowls in front of each woman. The bowls contained a thick white porridge. Lisa knew she had to eat, but she hated porridge.

"Eat!"

Lisa was surprised at the speed the girls dug into their food. They ate crouching, palms flat on the floor beside the bowl, lapping at the food like hungry cats. Lisa copied and licked up her first mouthful of luke warm porridge. The taste was not the problem but rather the lack of it. She swallowed down the stodgy lumps with difficulty and was surprised that she was first to finish, her hunger overriding the humiliation of being fed like a dog.

"Hurry up Lilly"

Sapphire stood over the young woman as she struggled to gulp down the remainder of her food. Lilly's small pert breasts were covered in the porridge that spilled from her mouth, her tanned skin contrasting starkly with the lumps of white. Young Asian eyes bulged as she repeatedly gagged on the food. Lisa judged, by her earlier reply she was probably American, in her early twenties. Sapphire placed a foot on Lily's head forcing her further into the bowl. When her head was released, Lilly gasped for air, more porridge on her face than in her mouth. She quickly resumed eating. Sapphire picked up the empty bowl as the last large lump was swallowed.

"Enough, Buttercup please get the buckets we are running late. Opal will have us all in bangles if you are late for her dance class"

Buttercup fetched four metal buckets and placed them in front of each girl. Lisa recognised the same bucket she had been given when she had been caged the previous day. Without instruction, the women squatted over the buckets and without embarrassment began to relieve themselves.

"Quickly Poppy you will not be able to go again until this afternoon"

She reluctantly squatted over the rim and began. Lisa looked up at the girl opposite her squatting over the bucket. Despite the woman's ungainly position, Lisa thought her beautiful. Brown eyes stared down in concentration, her wide mouth grimacing. Her breasts thrust out, firm, almost as if they were silicon, their gentle sway and movement leaving the observer in no doubt they were natural. Two rings and dangling bells tugged down on her large nipples. The bells jangling at a slightly lower pitch than Lisa's own, as she pissed into the bucket. Her long dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She was the only woman wearing jewellery, large gold looped earrings that tapped against her collar when her head moved. The girl looked up, as if suddenly aware of Lisa's staring. Lisa saw the small red rose painted on the tag dangling from her collar before quickly looking down. She immediately realised her error. It was humiliating enough to be made to use a bucket but the girls shared the decency of not looking at each other. One by one, the girls were led to a small plastic hose positioned over a metal grate in the floor and allowed to wash. On Lisa's turn, she had already seen the girls gasp and shiver as they tried their best to wash themselves. Lisa was last and was not surprised at the cold water that hit her when Sapphire turned on the tap. She tried her best to get clean. Each girl was allowed a minute to wash and drink from the hose. Sapphire urged her to get her full, telling her that she could not be sure of when she would be watered next. Lisa quickly gulped down water before Sapphire turned off the hose.

"Coffle"

Rose and Lilly got to their feet and moved to stand in front of Lisa.

"Buttercup get in coffle"

Buttercup looked confused as the other two girls assumed their positions shoulder to shoulder facing the door.

"But mistress I've been excused coffle for the last week since Marigold, I mean Mistress Emerald, graduated."

"Well Buttercup we now have a new slave and chained to your experience I'm sure she'll pick the ropes in no time"

"But mistress."

"Do it please Buttercup?"

Buttercup glared at Sapphire but reluctantly took her place to be chained to Lisa.

Chapter 6 – The Pleasure Class

Lisa sweated under the heat of the midday sun, a small sackcloth tunic the only protection from its glare. The tunics split sides allowed her wrists still to be chained to the sides of her belt. She had been working in the vegetable garden since the early afternoon, her body was still aching from the previous night's confinement and the morning's rigorous lessons.

Lisa felt an angry tug on the ankle chain and got to her feet. Her partner did not wait for her and moved over to the next row of vegetables. Lisa barely had time to grasp hold of the weed basket before the ankle chain pulled her sideways. She was forced to hop as her right foot was dragged forward by Buttercup. Lisa quickly assumed her position squatting on the floor beside Buttercup and began removing more weeds into the basket. Lisa had only heard her 'partner' referred to as "Buttercup", the yellow flower on a tag dangling from her collar. As she bent forward to weed, her own nametag dangled against her chin. She hated wearing her name like a household pet, but she was also relieved that it was Poppy, Buttercup sounded like a name you would use for a cow. Lisa had been chained to Buttercup since breakfast, being released only for the dance lesson and the pleasure slave class. Lisa had almost enjoyed the dance glass run by Opal. Except for the occasional swipe of a switch if she positioned her body wrong, it was almost fun. Opal was one of the most graceful and beautiful women Lisa had ever seen and taught them in a calm, almost casual manner but even Buttercup showed her the utmost respect. A black stone shone from the centre of her collar, naming her as clearly as the tag dangling from Lisa's own. The girls referred to her as Mistress but the collar and the steel bracelets gracing her wrist and ankles left Lisa in no doubt that she was almost certainly a slave. Most of lesson they were taught positions, the other girls seemed to know the routines very well and Lisa presumed they were for her benefit. She had learnt about 10 positions and their corresponding command words. Most of the postures seemed to be positions for being chained or tied, presenting arms out, wrists together or hands behind the back or neck. Some were for displaying her sex or rear for inspection. Opal had spent a long time perfecting Lisa's kneeling position. Every time she thought she had learnt it, Opal was always straightening her back or repositioning her hands on her thighs. Two angry stripes on Lisa's back marked where instruction had to be repeated more than once.

Buttercup snapped her from her thoughts with a sharp tug of the ankle chain giving her self more slack to move down the row. She was a very fast worker and Lisa, encumbered by her shackled wrists, struggled to keep up. Sapphire had already brought the strap down on her for leaving too many weeds. From the moment their ankles were joined Buttercup had made it very clear to Lisa she was not happy about the chain that connected their two anklets. She made no effort to allow Lisa to walk in step, her strength allowing her to pull Lisa around as if she were on a leash. Lisa looked in envy at Rose and Lilly, as they seemed to move almost gracefully, the chain, never tight, pulling along the ground in a steady rhythm behind them. Lisa tugged again at the heart shaped piece of metal between her legs trying to reposition it so it did not pinch when she crouched. She could barely get her finger between her body and the metal. The heart was a souvenir of the Pleasure class. The curved metal heart hanging from two chains connected to the front of her belt. A thin chain, attached to the curved base of the heart, pulled up between her legs and locked to the back ring of her belt. The chain pulling up tight into her like a cheap g-string. She still ached from being denied fulfilment during the class. The belt had been locked on her to stop her touching herself, gaining any relief from the frustrating heat between her legs. She felt the familiar butterflies as she remembered what had happened

The Pleasure class began immediately after the dance class. Opal explaining that they were taught first thing in the morning when they least felt like dancing or performing in order that they be able to reproduce it at any time, irrespective of their mood. Lisa blushed as she remembered the humiliation of the second class. Opal informed the girls that they would be practicing pleasuring a man whilst on top. Lisa had been singled out to go first and had been ordered to kneel in front of the group. Her right wrist had then been shackled to her right anklet and the left wrist to her left, forcing her to remain kneeling. She was surprised to be chained again as the padlocked steel door sealing the room removed any temptation of escape. Opal handed Buttercup a bundle of straps that she then attached to her belt pulling the thinner of the straps tight between her legs. As Buttercup turned, Lisa almost screamed as she saw the six-inch black rubber phallus upright between Buttercup's legs. Lisa twisted in the cuffs wishing for the strength to snap them in two as Buttercup stepped towards her. Buttercup lay down on the wooden floor and gestured Lisa to come over. Lisa shook her head, still twisting in the cuffs, pulling them tight against her ankles. Opal bent down and whispered in her ear.

"You will do this slut, you will crawl on top of her and obey me with heart and soul or I promise you I will whip the skin from your back. You will hang in a cage day and night only to be brought down for your whippings, till your only wish is to obey me"

Lisa recoiled at the vicious warning hissed into her ear.

"Do it"

Lisa moved forward on her knees without hesitation and straddled Buttercup, hovering over the upright phallus.

"Now the skill is to warm yourself, whilst pleasuring him. He'll want to spear you straight away but you maybe too dry initially to take his full length." Lisa did not know what were worse the clinical instructions or the other girls watching her. She tried to blank it all out and concentrate on getting this over with as quickly as possible, she was in no doubt of the authenticity of Opal's threat.

"Now Poppy just tease the bulb of the penis, rub it up and down your lips, pressing harder when it gets to your clit. Now this penis is obviously erect, but in order to mount as the first penetration, you may have to use your mouth initially."

Lisa followed the instructions finding it tiring on her legs to hang above Buttercup but dreading the moment the dildo would enter her. She had used a vibrator before but nothing of the size and obvious shape of this one.

"Good Poppy, good, you should be moistening now. Attempt to take the bulb of the penis into you. No, not too far down, don't be too eager; it's more like a peck on the cheek than a full-blown kiss. Pull straight off and continue to tease him a little."

Lisa blushed as she released the penis with an audible squelch.

"Perfect, a couple more strokes then take him by surprise, hover a little then take him almost half way into you. It's difficult with a piece of rubber but when you're riding the master's cock you'll be able to read how far and when to slide"

Lisa could not believe how wet she was, fucking a phallus, in front of an audience. She shook her head feeling every part the slut they insisted on calling her. They ordered the release of her sexuality, allowed her no inhibitions, the element of freewill removed by the threat of Opal's whip. She almost felt liberated.

"Slide down the cock now, full strokes. Lean forward more, you can tell you are at the right angle many ways. You should hear the tap of the collar ring on every down movement. But the main one, which is the beauty of being a good pleasure slave, is that if you're hitting his spot perfectly you should feel the top of him rubbing constantly against your clit"

Lisa pulled at the cuffs, her hands sprayed out, their tightness increasing the feeling growing inside her. She was gasping now, lost in the moment. The crop whipped down across her rear.

"Slow down. Do not come, until I tell you, you can get pleasure but do not forget your purpose, you are a slave and as such are here for one thing and one thing only, to pleasure your owner."

Lisa felt the pain but only gasped, continuing the full strokes up and down the black glistening rubber.

"Ok speed up and bring yourself to almost orgasm. I'm warning you if you come, I will know. You must learn to control, some masters will allow you to orgasm at will, while others will control that as tightly as that pretty collar on your neck"

"Stop," shouted a male voice.

Lisa continued, ignoring the command, desperate for the rush that was soon to engulf her.

"Stop I said"

Opal grabbed her under the arms and wrenched her backwards. The dildo pulled tight against her before painfully flicking out as she was thrown backwards. Lisa pressed her legs together and rolled into a ball, the pain of the dildo and the frustration of not coming uniting between her legs. Lisa lay on the floor, regaining her breath, her body still throbbing with need.

"On you knees slut"

Lisa struggled to her knees, panting, her skin red and blotchy from the excitement.

"Where is that proud business woman, I sat next to on the plane? Looks like all we have here is a naked slave, fucking a dildo for fulfilment. Do you want to come slut?"

Lisa stared up at Carl before realising her error and quickly looking down.

"Yes master"

"No say it," Carl reached down and lifted up her collar tag.

"Poppy, an excellent name for a simple dungeon slut. I asked you a question Poppy"

"I, I mean, Poppy wants to come master"

"Well Poppy, I want to feel that first slave orgasm. Chain her in my quarters tonight, until then, belt that hot cunt of hers"

"But Master she's untrained, it's most irregular" Opal protested.

"Opal don't question me, just do it"

"Please Master, it will upset her training. Opal can please her Master better than any dungeon slut. "

"Opal, open your mouth again and you too will be JUST a dungeon slut"

Opal sank to her knees and pressed her lips against Carl's shoes.

"Opal is sorry she is such a worthless disobedient slave, shall I get a bangle?"

"No just deliver Poppy to my room tonight, and get her clean first, I don't want her fouling my bed with that dirty body. "

"Master should Opal still come to your room tonight?"

"No, after you have secured Poppy and served dinner, ask the Harem Keeper for close chains and a kennel"

Opal had released Lisa's wrists from her ankles and immediately locked her in the heart shaped chastity belt. Her lips were still wet, sucking the cold flat steel of the metal heart to her body. The forced denial and the coolness of the metal locked between her legs, almost bringing her to orgasm. Opal then cuffed Lisa's hands behind her back and padlocked the front ring of the collar to the floor, forcing her to kneel bent forward.

"Sit and simmer you whore"

She was unsure how to feel about this ultimate control of her sexuality and the fact they believed she would touch herself to relieve the heat. She was sure that she would not do it while others were watching but maybe in the privacy of a cage she had to admit to herself that she might have been tempted to relieve the frustration between her legs.

Lisa leant forward to mop her brow, the clink of her chains accompanying her every movement in the garden. Her wrists had been reattached to her belt for the garden work. She was the only girl in wrist chains, though Sapphire made no allowances for her. Someone kicked her leg and Lisa looked up to see Opal glaring down at her.

"You have to come now, if you are to bath and prepare for tonight"

Opal released the ankle chain from Buttercup and with the dangling end shackled her ankle cuffs together. With a satisfied smile, Buttercup quickly resumed her work. Opal pulled Lisa to her feet and unlocked her wrists, before using a padlock to connect them together behind her back. Opal then strapped a leather belt above Lisa's elbows pulling them together tight behind her back. It was a very uncomfortable tie and Lisa swallowed hard as she realised Opal was trying to hurt her. A short chain leash was attached to her collar.

"Lead position"

Opal did not wait to see if Lisa understood the command and pulled down on the leash so Lisa's head was almost at her hip and set off down the hill towards the villa. Lisa staggered behind her trying to keep up, forced to stare down at her anklets and the bells dangling from her nipples.

"Mistress I'm sorry, I know you care about him, I don't want to go to his room"

Opal stopped and pushed a ball gag deep into Lisa's mouth, buckling it viciously tight.

The leash tugged again at the collar locked around her throat and Lisa resumed her step beside Opal, the nipple bells of each woman almost jingling in unison. Lisa felt the tears welling in her eyes again, not just from the tight gag but the realisation that without trying she had made another enemy.

TBC

Chapter 7 - The Master's Room

Lisa nervously adjusted her position, she had lost track of time since Jade had chained her to the floor ring at the foot of the four-poster bed. Her wrist cuffs locked with a heavy padlock behind her back and a long chain connecting her collar to an iron loop and plate bolted to the floor were her only restraints. It must have been over an hour since she had been instructed to kneel, knees spread, sitting back on her heels. She took a deep breath, having to suck each gasp of air through the tight confines of the brown leather hood. Jade had pulled the mask over her head and tightened the strings at the back until the brown leather felt like a second skin. It had plunged her into darkness and silence, the hood holding her jaw shut forcing her to suck air through barely opened lips. She shook her head rattling the padlock securing the hood's wide leather collar over the band of steel on her neck. Lisa, disobeying instructions, had investigated the extent of her bonds. The neck chain allowed her to stand and sit on the edge of the bed but soon she felt the tug of the floor ring pulling her back as if reminding her that her position was on the floor. Jade had not told her when the master would return but was told, if she broke position, he would punish her.

Lisa shivered as she concentrated on the weight of the collar and chain dangling between her breasts. The cold links of the chain rested against her body, despite the security of the belt locked between her legs, her spread thighs displayed her for his use. She knew she was to be raped, how any man could resist a naked woman, totally vulnerable chained in his room. He had made his intentions clear when he ordered her to his chamber. Lisa was not a virgin, she had had many lovers, but the thought of being so powerless in the grip of a stranger terrified her. This was not to be an equal relationship, the steel and the three rings piercing her body left her under no illusion as to her position. The clumsy but effective treatment since Carl had locked the collar around her neck was designed to humiliate and degrade her. She was unsure whether her compliance was because the training was succeeding or whether she was just playing their game. Only the week before she had been leading a board meeting, now she was a naked slave girl awaiting a master, she wanted her old life back.

Lisa tried to ignore the warmth beneath the steel heart locked between her legs. The cuffs dug into her wrists as she tried to pull her arms free, she stopped her struggles when she realised how much it was exciting her. Her body wanted to feel him move inside her and the steel denying her release intensified the feeling. She shook her head trying to shake the idea from her mind, but every movement with its jangling of chain and bells forced the idea back to the front of her mind.

Lisa straightened her body as she heard the door of the bedroom open. Carl strode across the room, ignoring her presence. He removed his watch and placed it on the dresser before slowly removing his clothes, folding and placing them methodically on a chair. Lisa moaned into the hood unclear whether it was fear or desire coursing through her body. The sound of his bare feet on the wooden floor got closer before he came to a halt, sitting down on the edge of the bed above her. She squirmed as he lifted the bell piercing her right nipple, letting it drop against her breast, the pain of the new ring still fresh.

Carl grabbed a handful of chain and pulled her forward, the speed and force taking her by surprise. He removed the padlock holding the rear chain of her chastity belt, allowing it to drop down onto the floor. Carl released the three buckles holding the leather belt around her waist and the thick leather dropped down onto her thighs. Carl pulled her back onto her heels. As the heart-shaped metal fell onto the floor between her knees, she blushed beneath the hood as the wetness of her pussy kissed the metal farewell. Barely touching her skin, he traced a finger down between her breasts, the links of the neck chain slipping one by one over his finger as he drew an invisible line down her stomach. Lisa knelt perfectly still in her darkness allowing his finger to come to rest directly on top of her clit. He pressed down firmly before sliding his finger inside her. Lisa fell forward attempting to pull away from him, her body convulsing at his touch. He stepped down on the chain, forcing her to keep her head to the floor. He pushed his hand between her arse cheeks before again, sliding two fingers into her wet pussy. Lisa was unable to stop him probing deep into her, the easy sliding motion exhibiting her heat and her body's readiness for sex. She could barely catch her breath now, sucking harder against the leather trying to pull in more air. As quickly as it began, he stopped, lifting his foot from the neck chain.

“Position”

She instinctively struggled back onto her heels, knees wide and back straight. The training was working, obeying was becoming second nature. Carl leaned back onto the bed and reached for a set of keys on the bedside table. The padlock behind her neck securing the leather collar clicked open; he loosened the leather strap and the hood before pulling the brown leather from her head. She blinked up at her captor, the dim light of a small candle providing the only light in the room. Carl smiled down at her.

“Has no one told you that a slave does not look a free person in the eye without permission?”

Lisa stared down at the chain curled loosely on the floor in front of her, still a prisoner of the large padlock threaded through the last ring of the chain and the floor ring. He brushed the hair from her eyes tucking the blonde strands behind her ear. He gently lifted the nose ring from her top lip holding it between thumb and forefinger.

"Did the Doctor put that in?"

She nodded, being careful not to move her head or the nose ring too much, the ring through her septum still the most painful of all the metal they had put in her. He sighed before letting go of the steel ring, her eyes watering as it dropped back onto her lip.

“ Despite the nose jewellery you're a respectable piece of slave meat. I think you will brush up nicely"

Lisa went to reply but immediately thought better of it. Carl noticing her hesitation waved her to continue.

" You're free to speak "

"I'm not a slave... Master"

The obvious contradiction brought an immediate smile to Carl's lips.

"Well Poppy, I think appearances suggest otherwise. Your life as a free woman ended when you were collared. Lisa died on the plane and the slave Poppy was born when that tag was clipped onto your neck. The sooner you accept what your body is telling you, the easier it will be for you. It's hard for me to believe that this is your first time under the whip, if I'd not read your profile I would have taken you for a trained submissive. The change from the uptight businesswoman of only two days ago to the slave girl sitting obediently in her chains is remarkable. Most girls would be fighting and pleading for their freedom, not trying to cum on their master's fingers."

Lisa lifted her head, regaining her composure.

“I doubt fighting and begging would make any difference to the way you treat me. In fact, I think you enjoy that and I'm not going to give you the satisfaction. So the way I see it, I'm just more intelligent than the usual girl you kidnap."

"I'm sure there is some element of truth in what you say. You're certainly a curious one but I'm afraid your body betrays your true nature.” He held out the fingers he had used to touch her. “Taste"

Lisa thought for a moment before leaning forward to take his fingers into her mouth.

“Lick them, don't suck. Only a fool puts his fingers in an untrained mouth"

She smelt her own musty aroma before tasting her own juices as she brushed her tongue along the length of his finger. Carl pulled his hand away, her nipple bell jangled as he wiped himself clean on her left breast. Lisa decided that permission to speak was still in effect.

"It doesn't prove anything that my body prepares itself to be raped by you. You're obviously very skilled at what you do and I have no control over what you do to my body. But I'll tell you this, you can whip me and keep me in chains and I imagine now you're going to rape me but you'll never make me a slave. You disgust me; remember that, you disgust me"

Carl stroked her head patronisingly.

"I know you're scared but can you honestly tell me there's not a part of you that's excited and intrigued by what we're doing to you. There's not an irrational excitement and curiosity about what I'm going to do to you tonight? I saw you fucking this afternoon you were lost, somewhere else. I don't think you've ever let yourself go like that. You are a sexual creature Poppy and maybe, just maybe the steel locked around that pretty neck will finally give you the freedom to accept and enjoy who you are."

Lisa shook her head, feeling the closeness of the collar, they were always reminding her of the band on her neck, and she was under no illusion to its significance. Animals wore collars and that's all she was to them, an animal. The leash rattled as she shook her head in denial.

"No, no I'm not a slave, you'll never make me accept that" she almost whispered her protest.

She was so confused. She knew he was right, there was a part of her that loved the removal of her freedoms, being forced to submit to them, but she knew what they were doing was wrong; slavery could not exist for a modern woman living in the 21st century. Carl slipped his hand beneath her collar and gripping it tightly pulled her into a kiss. She tried to move her head to the side, holding her lips tightly shut but the tightness of the collar kept her in the embrace. He pushed his tongue deeply into her mouth and kissed her. The collar pulled tight against the back of her neck as he lifted her up onto the bed. He loosened his hold slipping his hand down to the neck chain, still keeping the upward pressure, forcing her to crawl up onto the bed. Lisa felt the collar twist around on her neck, the chain pulling taut behind her. Lisa stopped, realising he no longer had hold of her, and she was moving forward of her own will. He pulled back, the lips parting, the chain preventing her moving any closer to him.

"Please" Lisa begged.

"Please what?"

Lisa pulled against the chain, her mouth still waiting, open, for him to kiss her again.

“A slave begs use?"

"Yes, anything, unchain me"

"Ask for it"

"I...” Lisa groaned, twisting her wrists inside the obdurate metal. "Poppy...” She paused, unsure she could ask him to do the unthinkable. “... Begs use"

Carl reached for the keys and unlocked the collar from the chain. Lisa sighed, free of the leash, he roughly pulled the collar back around so the front ring hung again below her chin. He did not remove the padlock connecting her wrist cuffs together and she was unable to break her fall as he pushed her forward onto the bed. He reached into the bedside table drawer and removed a ring wrapped in leather with two leather straps attached to each side.

"Open your mouth"

Lisa gingerly opened her mouth and Carl, kneeling over her, pushed the ring between her teeth. She moaned as he tightened the straps behind her head, the “O” ring keeping her from biting down but allowing full access to her open mouth. He twisted her over and pushed her to the side of the bed, lying down in front of her.

"Pleasure me"

Lisa used her elbows to push herself on to her knees, the change of pace making her question the decision to succumb to her emotions. She pulled against the bracelets, feeling their snug reassurance she had no choice. He would take her whether she was complicit or not. The cuffs dug into her wrists and she felt the familiar charge course through her body. She lent forward and attempted to get his penis into her mouth. He slapped her firmly across the cheek.

"This is not a sprint, I said pleasure me. Pleasure my body slut. Get me ready to fuck you"

He pushed her head down, pressing her mouth against his upper thigh. She pushed her tongue hard into his flesh, kneading the tight muscle, biting down on the gag and moaning with need.

“Vary the pressure with your tongue; use your breath to change the sensation"

His instructions were soon replaced with a gentle moaning, her confidence growing as she felt him move under her. Carl moaned with pleasure as Lisa worked her way up his body. She thrust her tongue hard into his nipple, the drool dripping from her open mouth lubricating his body. It was hard to balance with her arms pinioned behind her, feeling his hardness as she placed her knee between his legs and straddled his thigh. She almost fell on top of him as she tried to rub herself against him. She brushed her nipple bells gently against his chest making them chime in time with the movement of her tongue on his neck. He gasped in pleasure, grabbing her arse before sliding his hand up between her legs. Lisa bit down hard on the “O” ring as he slid two fingers into her, massaging her with each tinkle of bells. Her control of him had gone and she laid her head against the pillow holding her tongue against his neck, her arse in the air pushing against his hand. She was on a cliff waiting for the wave to pull her into the water. As if sensing her imminent climax he stopped, pushing her away. Lisa screamed into the gag, pulling at the cuffs, trying to hit him in frustration. Carl rose to his knees and grabbing a clump of her hair he threw her forward, her head bouncing on the pillow. She heard him fumbling for the keys on the bedside table. He thrust the key into the padlock connecting her wrist restraints and she sighed with relief as her arms were freed. He flipped her back around and straddling her belly reached down behind the bed pulling up two lengths of gleaming chain.

Lisa begged him as best she could not to chain her again but he ignored the protests and gripping her left cuff pulled her arm back up behind her head. He twisted the bracelet around before connecting the side ring to a dog clip at the end of one of the chains, repeating the process with the right bangle. The chains gave her little movement keeping her arms stretched wide behind her head. He lifted her head up and unbuckled the gag, kissing her gently on the lips. Climbing off her, he reopened the drawer beside the bed and removed a red ball gag. He kissed her again before pushing the large rubber ball into her mouth. She did not know why he gagged her but was secretly pleased that the option of protest had been denied her.

It was now her turn to receive the attention of his mouth. Beginning at her shoulder, he worked his way up her collarbone nibbling and kissing until she felt in brush against the collar. He slipped his tongue up between the metal and her neck, pushing it up hard against her chin forcing her to feel the edge of the steel band. He moved along the side of her body kissing and biting his way down her right leg to the anklet locked around her ankle. He roughly turned the manacle so the ring lay on the outside. She felt the weight of a chain attached to the shackle. Moving between her legs Carl pushed her thighs apart with his knee and soon her left ankle wore a matching chain.

Lisa spread-eagled on the bed, unable to protect herself, her body totally at his mercy. He kissed her nipples, enveloping each nipple ring and then tugging at it with his teeth as he pulled back. She tensed, pulling against all four chains feeling him brush against her cunt, teasing that he was about to enter her. He held the left nipple ring in his mouth pulling back hard, the pain of the new piercing meshing with the pleasure of his tongue. He pulled forward, lifting her breast and at the same time slid his full-length into her. Lisa bucked, thrusting her hips up to meet him. Carl moved to his knees, maintaining the slow rhythmic thrusts, he lifted her hips so her clit received the full-length of each stroke. Her arms pulled out straight, the skin bunching at the top of each cuff, her fingers splayed out wide. This time he did not stop her coming. She screamed with pleasure into the gag filling her mouth. Breathing heavily through her nose she tried to break away from him needing a rest from the intensity already building again inside her. To the accompaniment of rattling chains and muffled cries, she came twice more before she felt him explode into her. He finished his final thrusts pushing deep inside her before withdrawing, leaving her twitching at the restraints holding her body. Her body filled with a warm glow, it had felt right, a master taking what was his. She felt the tears coming as she realised what she had done. Her earlier protestations seemed empty now, as she lay back in the manacles. He was right, it had not been Lisa chained on the bed, the tag dangling from the steel neckband declared who she was, Poppy the slave girl.

Chapter 8 - The Graduation

The coffle shuffled along the narrow path, winding its way down from the vineyard. The women had worked hard all day, almost completing the harvesting of the upper field. Sapphire punished the day before for not meeting her quota had wielded the quirt a lot more liberally than usual. Her dark mood had quickly lifted when she had seen the full baskets the girls produced by the end of the day. Lisa remained chained to Buttercup but they had learnt to work as a team and walking with the ankle chain was becoming almost second nature. The soreness around the right ankle cuff was beginning to heal as she learnt to move within the rounded edges of the steel manacle. Sapphire shouted her permission for the girls to talk.

"Mistress, is it true that there's a graduation tonight?” Rose shouted to Sapphire.

"You know I'm not allowed to say, but put it this way, I think one of you will not be in the fields tomorrow," Sapphire gave a knowing smile.

"Oh my God, this time it has to be you Buttercup, you've been here the longest. I wonder what they will call you," Lilly whispered in hushed tones.

Lilly was painfully shy but always eager to please both her captors and fellow captives. Her clumsiness meant she felt the lash more than the other girls, but punishment often made her awkwardness worse. She was probably the most popular amongst the girls and even Buttercup was very protective of her.

“They'll find a big dirty stone and name you Pebble," laughed Rose.

Buttercup laughed good-naturedly.

“If I'm Pebble this makes this lump Bam-Bam" jabbing a finger in Lisa's direction .The talk of a graduation obviously cheering her up, her usual scowl replaced with an uncharacteristic smile.

Lilly flicked her dark hair back over her shoulder, the long dark strands falling down to almost the centre of her back. She was the smallest of the three; the shiny steel of her cuffs looked big and heavy locked on her small lithe figure. The metal bangle danced on her slim ankle as she walked, pulled about by the chain connecting her to Rose. The heavy nipple rings and bells danced erotically on her small pert breasts. Beautiful Chinese eyes turned to face Lisa.

"We get cakes too when there's a graduation and all the punishment bracelets are removed" Lilly said excitedly to Lisa.

“I'd have misbehaved more if I knew there was going to be a graduation," said Rose, always finding a joke even in the most difficult of circumstances.

The girls all laughed, caught up in the good mood. It was at times like this when Lisa felt most uneasy. It was unsettling when the girls treated their predicament as if it were normal. It disturbed her when they laughed and joked about which of them was going to be made a pleasure slave in the big house. She was angry at them for their acceptance, their compliance with the people who had done this to them. Lisa was relieved that the bracelets were to be forgiven as she wore one on each wrist and ankle. The Doctor had given her a bracelet each time they had met in the villa, accusing her of insolent stares. She knew the real reason was because the Doctor enjoyed beating her, she took too much pleasure in mistreating all the girls. Opal had also given her a punishment for her lack of progress in dance class. Lisa knew she was no worse than any of the other girls, in fact, she was almost taking pride in the way she was learning to move, but Opal made no effort to hide her dislike. Twice after the days work had finished, when the other girls were resting in their cages, Opal had taken Lisa running along the beach. She was very fit and Lisa had struggled behind her, pulled by a leather thong looped through her nose ring. Lisa hated running, it was always the worse part of her gym routine and the two-mile run was doubly hard with her hands fettered behind her, forced into a lung-bursting jog so there was always slack in the nose leash.

Lisa did not know why Opal was still angry, as Carl had ignored her since the night in his room. She had woken alone, a chain running to her right anklet her only bond. He had used her more times that night in various positions, ensuring she was always restrained in some way, whether by the neck, spread-eagled or chained on all fours while he entered her from behind. In the early hours of the morning, he had released her, leaving only a chain running from her anklet to a bedpost. Lisa was so tired but strangely relaxed and she spoke with surprising ease to him until the dawn broke. She lay, resting her head on his chest telling him about her former life, her old boyfriends, the job, and the loneliness of being a single girl in a big city. While she talked, his hands continued to explore her body, playing with her breasts and the bells at her nipples, or hooking his finger in the loop of her collar and sliding it around on her neck. She loved the intimacy of his touch, the way he made her aware of the steel locked on her body. It was as if each time he touched her he reinforced his ownership of her. If being owned was like this, she was almost glad of the snug steel band locked on her neck. She felt they had made a connection that evening which made his treatment of her afterwards so distressing.

Soon after she woke, Opal had come to unchain her and after snapping on a leash dragged her to dance training. She received no breakfast and was not allowed to wash or relieve herself. Throughout the class, Opal had repeatedly sniffed at Lisa telling her she smelt like a cum-bucket. Since that day, Lisa had only seen Carl once when he had come to inspect the progress of the harvest. Opal had been with him, wide leather cuffs lined with bells and a tight corset her only garb. Despite being on a leash and the sound of clashing bells accompanying every step Opal followed proudly behind him, a smug smile never leaving her lips. Opal had suggested to Sapphire that Lisa's baskets was not as full as the other girls which was plainly not true but Carl acted with complete indifference as Lisa received five strokes of Sapphire's thin leather riding crop.

With the clanking of chains, the coffle made its slow way down the narrow path and obediently fell silent as it entered the courtyard of the villa. Lisa's heart sank as she saw the Doctor standing legs apart and hands on hips, on the front lawn. A tight black leather dress barely covered her large breasts and shapely legs. A narrow leather collar buckled high on her neck, black wrist cuffs and a long leather whip hanging from a wide belt completed her intimidating outfit.

"Sluts, in a line, all facing me" shouted the Doctor.

The girls shuffled onto the lawn and formed a line in front of the leather-clad woman. Lisa felt Buttercup tremble beside her; everyone was scared of the Doctor, as they had all been her victim at some time during their incarceration. The Doctor unclipped the whip.

"Kneel to the whip" reinforcing the command, she slapped the whip against her open palm.

Lilly squealed in horror at the sound of leather. They fell to their knees, crossing their wrists beneath them and touching their heads to the floor. Kneeling to the whip exposed the bow of the back in the submissive posture of a slave girl who is about to be punished. The Doctor walked slowly down the line of girls, brushing the blade of the whip across their backs. The girls could not help but shiver as the leather slipped across their exposed bodies, each of them expecting a blow at any time. She stopped at Lisa using her foot to push her face deeper into the grass, the steel at her wrists pushing into her naked breasts. The Doctor turned angrily around at Sapphire who was following sheepishly behind her.

"Stop following me like a little puppy, in fact, join the line and spread those thighs, get that fat ass of yours in the air"

Sapphire quickly threw herself to the ground at the end of the line, her long red hair thrown forward, the back of the steel collar clearly visible as it slipped higher on her slim neck. The Doctor continued her walk dragging the whip menacingly across the girls' shoulders. As she reached the end of the line, she brought the whip down hard across Sapphire's back. Sapphire screamed in pain but did not break position.

"I have some good news for you. Firstly, one of you is about graduate. Personally I think there isn't one of you who doesn't need a few more weeks in the pen but after a personal request from Carl I've agreed to allow it."

Lisa's heart leapt at the sound of Carl's name, maybe he was going to allow her into the house, but she knew it was Buttercup's turn.

“For one of you, tonight you will sleep in a bed, be allowed clothes, and some freedom to move around this beautiful place but remember you are still just a slut, still subject to the same discipline as before. “

“Look at all of you, you are the lowest of womankind, simple, stupid playthings ready to throw open your legs to any cock that comes along. That's what makes us different, you wouldn't have been chosen otherwise. You wouldn't have taken to this life so easily if you weren't begging to be mastered. I'm right am I not Lilly?"

"Yes mistress" Lilly replied nervously.

The Doctor always took great delight in tormenting Lilly, the weakest link in the chain, the easiest to scare. The Doctor obviously aroused by dominating the trembling figure in front of her, drank in her fear.

"Clean my feet"

Lilly frantically began licking the Doctor's feet, moving her tongue between the toes.

"You love being a slave don't you Lilly? You love your collar"

"Yes mistress, Lilly loves her collar," mumbled Lilly her tongue lapping at the Doctor's foot.

“Stop" the Doctor pushed her back into line.

"Oh yes the good news"

The Doctor reached down and pulling Sapphire back by the hair prised the red stone from the centre of her collar.

"I don't understand mistress"

Sapphire's outburst was swiftly rewarded with a hard slap across the cheek. The Doctor walked slowly over to Rose, removing a set of keys from her belt as she went. She removed the padlock connecting the chain between Lilly and Rose's ankle bracelets.

"Look up child”

Rose raised her head cautiously and the Doctor clipped the red stone into her collar, and then removed the painted nametag.

"Congratulations Sapphire, now go to the harem keeper and tell him you're the new house slut"

Rose looked round confused unsure of what was happening.

"Quickly before I regret my decision. You are now Sapphire the house slave"

Rose did not need telling again, got to her feet and ran towards the villa.

"And the last bit of good news is that I will be your new trainer. We decided that this slut" the Doctor clipped the nametag to the collar of the slave formerly known as Sapphire.

"We decided that... Rose" she smirked as she elongated the name. "Has been too lenient and responsibility for breaking you sluts to your collar is too much for her. I always knew she didn't have what it takes. She's too eager to please, only interested in sliding cock into that gaping cunt, behaving like the whore she is. So we need to reduce her down to her base element, her true calling, a simple pleasure slut. You're going up for auction Rose, you don't cut it here. But I suggested before that, a refresher course in the pens would be in order. The master, of course, agreed with my recommendation. Rose, chain yourself to Lilly here"

Rose could no longer hold back the tears and sobbed as she knelt beside Lilly, threading the hasp of the padlock through her ankle ring and clicking it shut. Lisa shuddered as the woman who placed them in their chains earlier in the day joined them in bondage.

The Doctor ushered the girls back down to the pens. It was a sad group that stumbled its way down the steps and into slave pens. The new girl Rose still sobbed and a shocked Buttercup stared down at her feet in a state of disbelief. Lisa was suddenly conscious of the tinkling bracelets tapping with each step above her cuffs; she was now sure they would not be removed until she received the 20 blows they signified. The chains had never felt so heavy.

They were usually unchained and fed after the main cell door shut. Lisa had become used to eating from the floor. She hardly noticed anymore the noise of the girls' collar tags tapping against the metal bowls as they lapped up the food, making the room sound like a boarding kennel at feeding time. She was usually too hungry to be concerned about eating like a household pet.

Buttercup moved slowly beside her, reluctant to take her place in front of the cages. Lisa was not sure whether Buttercup was about to scream or burst into tears. Her chained companion seemed to be finding it hard to breathe. Lisa recognised a condition she herself suffered from, a panic attack. She wanted to comfort her but was never sure what Buttercup's reaction would be. Without warning Buttercup lunged towards the Doctor grabbing for the keys at her belt.

"Let me out! Let me out of here. I don't want to be here. I shouldn't be here."

The Doctor struggled with her frantic assailant, both of them pulling hair and throwing random ineffective punches. The two women clattered to the floor pulling Lisa, on her chain, into the melee. The Doctor, grabbing a clump of Buttercup's blonde hair, pulled her head back and shouted at Lisa.

"Move away, pull her away you stupid bitch"

Lisa lent down and pulled at the ankle chain, Buttercup's leg stretched out taut but her strength and the ferocity of the attack prevented Lisa pulling her any further. Lisa did succeed in putting Buttercup slightly off-balance and the Doctor was able to climb on top, pinning her attacker's arms to her side. The Doctor slapped Buttercup's face swinging her hand back and striking her again. The fight seemed to leave Buttercup and the Doctor did not waste an instant, yanking her by the hair and dragging her into a large cage in the corner of the cell. Lisa hopped behind before the Doctor stepped back and kicked her hard in the back. Lisa immediately lost her balance and with a jangle of chain stumbled onto Buttercup's prone body. The cage door slammed shut. Buttercup pushed Lisa aside and scrambled to her feet, lunging at the retreating Doctor, throwing herself against the metal bars.

The Doctor straightened her clothes and tidied her hair before turning her glare to the two caged women. She threw two padlocks and a bundle of chain into the cage.

"Poppy, if by morning she's not hogtied and nipple clamped so tightly those red little buds are about to burst you will receive exactly the same punishment as this slut. I can assure you my sweet Buttercup I am going to take great pleasure in extracting every ounce of your punishment. I will make you so sorry for ever raising a hand against me."

The Doctor spun around and threw the keys down in front of Rose.

“Unlock those ankle chains and get in your kennels. There'll be no food for anyone today."

Rose frantically removed the chain and both girls leapt to the back of their cages pulling shut the doors behind them. Stooping to pick up the keys and without a backward look, the Doctor stomped from the room.

Buttercup noticed Lisa looking nervously at the bundle of chain at the centre of the cage.

"Don't even think about it, whore. Don't even think about it"

Chapter 9 - Buttercup's Story

Chapter 9 - Buttercup's Story

Buttercup sat against the back of the cage disconsolately pulling at her right wrist cuff, trying to slip her chubby hand from the obdurate steel. The futility of escaping from her bondage finally forced her to place her head in her hands and sob uncontrollably.

Lisa sat as far back as the ankle chain would allow, fearing another outburst from the larger woman. The chains still lay in a bundle in the center of the cage.

"I won't chain you"

"What?" Buttercup’s tear-stained face looked up angrily.

"I said I won't chain you, mistress", whispered Lisa.

Buttercup did not reply but she could no longer maintain her anger and tears once again began falling down her cheeks. Lisa gingerly crawled towards her chained companion and placed a tentative arm around her shoulders.

“It’s ok, it’ll be over soon Mistress, they won’t keep us here forever. We’ll get out, soon we’ll get their trust and then we can get out of here”. The act of kindness broke Buttercups last remaining composure and her body began to wrack with sobs.

"My name is Jennifer, Jen, my name is Jen. Don't call me mistress"

Lisa was never very good at consoling crying people she always felt awkward when people broke down in front of her but she could not help pulling the crying woman a little closer.

Lisa lifted up Buttercup's chin and looked into her eyes.

"Nice to meet you Jen"

Buttercup managed a smile through her tears, before looking back down.

"What do you do Jen? I mean in the real world, what did you used to do?"

Buttercup stifled her sobs, breathing more slowly, trying to calm herself.

"I'm... I'm unemployed", laughing unconvincingly at her own admission, "That's how I got here. "

Lisa laughed, pleased to have stemmed the tears. It was the first time that Lisa had seen Buttercup as a woman in the same position as herself. She had always been Sapphire's assistant but now Lisa only saw another naked victim of this madness.

"How did you end up here?"

"I think they call it a honey trap. I was suckered by a pretty face." Buttercup choked away another sob and wiped the tears from her face.

“It was Carl. I met him holidaying with my friend. He was so charming and I was feeling so sorry from myself after losing my job. I suppose he knew that, knew I was vulnerable, needing some attention. A few dinners and I was hooked. I couldn’t believe my luck, here was this charming good-looking rich guy just treating me like a princess. Big fat me, like I was some supermodel.” She laughed self-consciously.

“He invited me and my friend on to his yacht. He said we were going on a tour around the island. I can’t believe how stupid I was, why I didn’t question why this guy wanted to take me on his yacht.”

“You’re pretty, don’t put yourself down. They wouldn’t have taken you if you weren’t”

Buttercup sighed.

“I suppose it doesn’t really matter now. You don’t know the best part. I just let him do this to me, no struggle, nothing. I was crawling at his feet like a stupid horny bitch, without him even trying. He had some chains hanging on the cabin wall. I spotted them as soon as I walked in, I couldn’t keep my eyes off them. Why I didn’t just turn and run then, I don’t know. I suppose I trusted him, just saw it as another part of this surreal adventure I was on. I asked him what they were and he gave me some story about his family making their money in the slave business and how they were replica of what they used to keep the woman they captured in. I asked him if he would buy me if I were a slave. I thought I was being so racy, like I was playing a role in a movie. He made me feel so confident, so alive, like I could do anything. I felt like I was in charge for the first time in so long. He told me that it was impossible to tell, as slaves were always naked when they were valued. I was so turned on by his little game. I’d always felt like I was boring, my boyfriends treated me like I was. Here I was playing a kinky game with this handsome guy who could not take his eyes off me. I undid my bikini and stood in front of him naked, posing like I was in some beauty pageant. He didn’t say anything just went to the wall and took down the chains. As soon as I saw him take them down, I just wanted him to chain me up. Can you believe that?

Buttercup pulled at the ring of her collar, twisting the snug band around. “Now I’d do anything to get this fucking thing off”

“They gave me mine as a present”, Lisa admitted. “I let him put it on me. I lifted up my hair and let him put it around my neck. You didn’t know, how could we, how could anyone imagine this”.

Buttercup let go of the ring and let her hands fall to her lap.

“I suppose the rest is obvious. He shackled my ankles first, there was a chain connecting them to the cuffs and collar. He worked his way up my body, kissing his way up my thigh. I’d never felt anything like it. I loved the tightness of the cuffs pulling on my ankles. He then licked me between my legs. I tried to push him away, but he just took my wrists and locked the cuffs on them, still licking and nibbling, I thought I was going to explode. I’d never even been tied up before. Do you know the crazy thing, I felt so liberated. I’d always found sex so awkward, never knowing quite where to lie or what to do. He took all that away, it was just so simple. He slipped this thing around my neck and locked it. I pulled at the wrist cuffs and I felt the cold chain touch me between my legs and I just came. The best orgasm I’d ever had. He took that as his cue and moved away. I just fell to the floor. I was shaking, and pulling at the chains, it felt like it would never end. He went to a drawer and took out a chain and locked it to my collar. He could have done anything to me then, I was totally his. I can imagine now how ridiculous I looked squirming about on the floor, turning myself on. He pulled me to my hands and knees and walked me across the floor. I followed him panting like a pet dog on a leash. I was so excited, trying to imagine what he was going to do to me next. It wasn’t until he started pulling me out the cabin that I freaked out a little. I didn’t want anyone to see me like that. I started to get frightened, imagining my friend seeing me naked and chained on my hands and knees. He just pulled harder and became cold, not listening to me. He pulled me up to my feet and dragged me along to my cabin. He threw me in and locked the door. My friend was on the bed, out cold. She was naked wearing the exact same chains as me. I went crazy trying to get out. I tried to wake my friend but she was drugged. He left me there all night. The next day he came in and shook my friend awake. He ignored us and put gags in our mouths to shut us up. He locked my leash to Kathy’s collar. He had a thin stick with him, which he used to herd us off the boat. I couldn’t believe it. He had no emotion as he whipped us down to this place. It all seemed unreal, shuffling along, being pulled behind my friend, a ball strapped in my mouth”

“Where’s your friend?”

”Kathy? She graduated a couple of weeks ago and I haven’t seen her since. It was my turn to get out of here. I don’t know why they haven’t taken me out of here. I do what they say, I try to be a good slave, I do what they say, why am I still here?” Buttercup began to cry again. Lisa hugged her, trying to console the sobbing woman.

“You should chain me up, they’ll hurt us even more if you don’t”, Lisa looked reluctantly at the gleaming chain at the center of the cage.

“Please, you have to. It’s too late for me. You haven’t done anything wrong. Please I want you to”

Lisa reached over and picked up the two lengths of chain. Buttercup lay on her stomach in front of her and placed her hands behind her back. Lisa hesitated, still unsure what to do.

“Please, just do it”, begged Buttercup.

Lisa took the chain and with the two padlocks secured the two wrist cuffs together.

“Now chain my ankles and thread it around the chain on my wrists”. Lisa obeyed her instructions. Buttercup groaned as her feet were pulled up into a hogtie. The two chains grated against each other as Buttercup tried to get comfortable. She rolled over on to her side.

“Now the clamps”

Lisa took one of the small clamps and slipped it over the bell and ring piercing Buttercups nipple and tightened at the base of the pert bud. She turned the screw forcing the nipple to swell. Buttercup moaned as it bit into her.

“Tighter, two more turns. She’ll check”

Lisa unwillingly turned the screw twice more. Buttercup squealed as she made the last turn but made no attempt to stop her. The nipple swelled up over the clamp, the nipple ring pushing up against it. Lisa quickly attached the second clamp, not wanting to prolong the torment any longer than necessary.

“Ahh, ahh, put it lower, further under the ring. It’s pushing against it too much”, Buttercup twisted in pain, pulling hard at her cuffs. Lisa quickly loosened the clamp and pushed it down lower on the nipple. Buttercup breathed heavily, overcoming the waves of pain from her swollen nipples. Her large melon breasts shook as she unconsciously tried to shake off the clamps. Lisa straightened out her chained leg moving it closer to Buttercups raised ankles. The chain connecting the two of their anklets making it difficult for them to sit close together. With difficulty Lisa moved so Buttercup was between her thighs, her head resting on her lap and stroked her hair, trying to calm her.

“Thank you” whispered Buttercup.

“What for?”

“For being my friend”

Buttercup twisted around and gently kissed Lisa on the belly. Lisa starred down at the chained figure resting on her lap. The cuffs were locked tight around Buttercups wide wrists and ankles. Lisa looked at the wide thick collar, close fitting around Buttercup’s neck, allowing no space between the steel and her skin. Her own cuffs moved somewhat freely on her compared to Buttercups tight bonds. Buttercups restraints were surely more uncomfortable than the rest of the women’s. She imagined Buttercup willing being locked in them and shivered as she remembered her own excitement as Carl had shackled and fucked her, how she had also so easily submitted to him.

Lisa jerked in surprise as Buttercup kissed her gently between her legs, sliding her tongue along the top of her shaven mound. Lisa instinctively pulled her knees up, knocking Buttercup to the floor.

”What are you doing?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry” Buttercup broke into tears, pushing her face against the floor of the cage.

”What have they done to me, I just wanted to thank you, I’m sorry. I just wanted to thank you”

Lisa gently pulled her head back once more on to her lap and stroked her hair from her eyes.

“It’s ok Jen, a thank you is fine”

“Don’t call me that, you have to call me Buttercup. Oh God. What have they done to me? They’re right, I’m just a slut, a fat slut”

“Stop it, you’re just frightened and confused like the rest of us. Don’t let them get to you”

Lisa felt Buttercup’s warm tears fall on her thighs.

“When’s this going to stop?”

“Soon, I promise, very soon”. Lisa hugged her sobbing companion. Buttercup seemed to calm a little with her assurances. Lisa just wished she was a sure as she sounded.

Chapter 10 - An Escape

Chapter 10 - An Escape

Carl had spent most of his working life capturing and training slaves. Malik had inherited the ailing business from his father and through his astute business skills, Carl's assistance and a fair degree of luck had built the company into a multimillion dollar concern. They had almost reached the stage where any further expansion would increase their notoriety to the point where national governments would begin to notice the disappearance of so many of their citizens.

The acquisition and training of slaves was an expensive business and the market for their sale relatively small. They vetted all their clients as they had to ensure utmost secrecy and discretion. New owners had to prove that the slaves could not escape or that they would not release them for whatever reason. A few clients were inclined to either trust the women too much or release them from kindness.

Carl had spent the last couple of weeks reacquiring a young Japanese slave who had escaped from a harem a few miles from Marrakech. The necessity for speed had forced him to use outside contractors. The girl had fortunately taken time getting to the city due to not speaking either English or Arabic. The operatives had wisely waited near her embassy, hoping she would head there. She was about to enter the embassy when a phazer was pushed into her side and she was bundled into a waiting cab. The operation was not a complete success as the operatives had taken another girl too, mistaking her for the escapee. Despite the clients insistence on the return of the girl Carl was making arrangements for their shipment back to the villa. The relationship with the client was to be terminated and they would have no further contact. Meanwhile the girls were in a safe house awaiting their transfer.

Carl had been sent photos of the escapee and the new girl. The mistakenly captured girl was pretty and he had to admit the resemblance to the original slave was quite striking. He was already considering ways to salvage something from the fiasco in Marrakech. The girls were beautifully figured, with characteristic small breasts. Carl considered the large rings piercing the escaped slave’s nipples too large and heavy for the size of her breasts. A light delicate chain connecting two discrete nipple rings would definitely be a more erotic option and he made a note to have her modified when she arrived. The new girl, chained and sobbing, looked confused and scared as she was made to stand for her picture. He felt some sympathy for her, her only mistake was being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Her long dark hair was dishevelled from her prolonged captivity in a small cage but her beauty was obvious. She was naked apart from a cheap pair of handcuffs locked too tightly around her narrow wrists and what looked like a leather greyhound collar buckled around her neck. Her long thin neck allowing the wide band of leather to sit comfortably. Carl was pleased the contractors understood the need to get a new capture in a collar as soon as possible. The physical restraint of the woman secondary to the psychological impact of wearing such an obvious symbol of subservience and ownership.

The escaped slave and the disappearance of the last accountant and had just been the beginning of an unlucky time for the organisation. A business man had paid to have his old school gym teacher taken. The woman had managed to wrestle free from her abductors and make a run for it. Despite being in her late forties and having her hands handcuffed behind her she had got to safety. Two days later a different team had made a move to capture an out of work actress who had caught the eye of one of their largest clients. The take had gone extremely well, until one of her acting group let herself into the apartment. The two kidnappers managed to subdue her without making too much noise but were then interrupted as two more women walked in through the open rear door. The whole situation turned to farce with the men chasing screaming women around the apartment. In the end they were both forced to flee empty-handed. When the client decides on the victim to take, rather than a general harvesting assignment, it is called a custom take. With the custom take, due the emotional attachment the client has with the potential slave it is essential that they are planned and executed professionally. They would have to leave it for at least a year before even considering taking the women again. The clients were furious, though no more so than Malik who was enraged at the amateur nature of both of the takes.

That morning Carl had agreed to tighten everything up and promised a more hands on, careful approach. The earlier discussion of the recent blunders was why he was reluctant to tell Malik the latest news. He walked slowly up to the waiting limousine. Malik was expecting to see his new accountant as the window wound down.

"She's gone"

Malik scowled "Go and get her. I said she was to be excused the field today. We need her head not her manual labour"

"No I mean she's gone. Escaped. She overpowered the Doctor and made a run for it"

"Who the fuck is the Doctor?”

Carl looked at his feet, reluctant to continue.

"The nurse, she calls herself the Doctor, she was in charge.”

“What was Sapphire doing during all of this?"

“The nurse demoted Sapphire back to the pens, so when I got there she was locked up in a pen cage. It's a total fuck up down there. I'm trying to get my head around it myself"

"For fucks sake, tell me this is a joke. Get everyone looking for her and tell", he spat the next words, "The Doctor, I'd like to see her as soon as young Lisa's back on a leash."

Lisa slumped down against a tree. She was cut and bruised from her flight through the forest. Her wrist rings rattled loosely as she lifted up her foot trying to remove small twigs and stones stuck in her bleeding sole. She had been on the run for what must have been almost two hours now. The forest was dense and since she had left the path the going was very slow. She was forced to move clutching her breasts with both hands, to stop them painfully bouncing and to dampen the sound of the nipple bells. The unexpected noise came from the rings on her wrist and ankle cuffs that marked out a tap with every step. The rings were threaded through an attachment on the side of each cuff. The rings were not centred but placed towards the top edge of the cuff. Though the rings were almost two inches in diameter they hung completely against the steel of the cuff when she stood upright. She had not really noticed the noise before as the rings were usually connected with chains clinking between her wrists or dragging on the floor between her ankles. Moving silently through the forest was impossible.

Licking her hand and wrist for lubrication, she once more tried to slip a cuff from her wrist. She held on to the bracelet and pulled hard but the metal was a perfect size, the thick rounded steel edge slid up to just below the widest point of her wrist but refused to move further. She decided on another course of action, finding two rocks, one large and flat, the other rounded and heavy. Placing her wrist on the flat rock, she brought down the smaller rock hard against the hinge of the cuff. The blow barely scratched the quarter inch thick steel. She eventually gave up fearing she was more likely to break her arm than get her wrist loose of the encircling bond. The three inch high cuffs locked on her limbs and the accursed collar around her throat would have to be cut off when she got to freedom.

At the moment freedom seemed like a distant dream. After the heady feeling of escaping into the forest and away from the villa, the reality of her situation was dawning on her. She cursed not getting some clothes or at least stealing the Doctor's boots. She had heard no one pursuing her and wondered if she would have had the time to find some clothes and the keys to her restraints before running. A stab of guilt passed through her as she thought of the keys.

The escape had been completely unplanned. The Doctor had woken them in the early morning. Standing, hands on hips, in front of their cages. She wore the same black leather outfit as the day before and was clearly relishing her new role as trainer. The black leather dress and the thick leather bands encircling her wrists and neck contrasted sharply with the girls’ steel bands. It was not an outfit of submission but instead reinforced her supreme power over her caged captives. Lisa woke up leaning against the cage wall, with Buttercup resting on her lap.

“Have you two been getting up to no good, did she lick you out little Poppy?”

The Doctor’s familiar sneer struck fear through Lisa.

“No mistress” she answered too quickly.

“Now don’t lie to me Poppy. I’m in the mood for a whipping today. Did she lick you out?”

Lisa hesitated, looking down at the prone figure of Buttercup, who looked up pleadingly.

“She didn’t lick me out mistress”, Lisa gulped at the vulgar expression.

The Doctor waited, not content by the answer.

“She was going to but I stopped her mistress, we didn’t do anything wrong” Lisa blushed in shame as she betrayed her cellmate.

“My my! You little whores. Your arm is not going to be big enough to fit all the punishment bracelets you’re about to get. Two little lesbians”.

The Doctor unlocked the cell door and clipped the keys back on to her leather belt. She unclipped the whip and gestured for Lisa to leave the cage.

“Out! On your knees, in submission” she pointed with the whip to a spot in front of the cage.

Lisa slipped out from beneath Buttercup’s head and rushed out to kneel, legs spread, in front of the cage. The Doctor took the ring of her collar pulling it up, so the rolled steel edge pressed against Lisa’s chin.

“Are you any good slut?”

“Mistress?”

“Don’t play stupid, are you any good at licking, can that lying tongue of yours do more than flap”

Lisa was appalled at the idea of performing oral sex on a woman, let alone the odious Doctor. The Doctor lifted up her skirt revealing a untidy triangle of dark hair. Lisa recoiled at the bush of hair, pulling back against the collar as the Doctor tugged her closer. Lisa could smell the Doctor’s musty arousal. As the Doctor pulled her closer Lisa twisted her head around forcing the collar to slide around her neck. She moaned as her cheek touched the matt of damp hair.

“Please Mistress, anything but that. Whip me mistress, whip me instead Mistress”

Lisa did not know why of all the things they had made her do, the thought of this was just too much.

”Oh I intend to whip you, but first you’ll show me what a dirty little lesbian whore you are”.

She slapped Lisa hard across the cheek, moving her head back so it was again facing her. The collar was jerked forward and Lisa’s nose was plunged between the Doctor’s spread legs. She felt the warm and slimy dampness as her nose was forced into the Doctor’s fleshy folds . She recoiled against the overwhelming smell managing again to twist away. The Doctor went for another slap but Lisa’s hand rose instinctively. The Doctor squealed in frustration, trying to push Lisa to the floor. Lisa’s fear made her lash out. She almost expected to feel the customary tug of a chain restraining her but for once her arms were free. The slap missed its target but the wrist manacle struck the Doctor hard on her temple. The Doctor fell backwards, slumping lifeless to the floor unconscious and bleeding. Lisa stared in horror at what she had done.

“Kill her, make sure she’s dead” hissed Buttercup.

“I haven‘t killed her, I can’t have killed her”

“Make sure, kill her, it’s her or us, you have to”

”I’m not killing anyone”. Lisa wanted to vomit.

Lisa tried to find a pulse on the Doctor’s neck. She had no idea what she was doing but had always seen them do it that way on television. Lisa sighed with relief when the Doctor groaned.

“Unchain me, quickly we don’t have much time.”

Lisa fumbled for the keys but was unable to unclip them from the loop.

”It’s the small one, get it off the ring. Quickly she’s coming around”

Lisa could still see no sign of life from the Doctor apart from the odd groan but hurried anyway. She quickly unthreaded the key and released Buttercup from her chained hogtie.

“Put her in the cage” Buttercup whispered. ”Get those cuffs from the wall, we’ll chain her around the bars. It’ll be hours before they find her. It’ll give us chance to get away. We can run. I know there‘s people on the island who aren‘t a part of all this. I can‘t believe you hit her” Buttercup was ecstatic.

They propped the Doctor up against the bars of the cell. Buttercup found a large red ball gag and forced it into the Doctor’s mouth. She buckled the gag so tightly that the straps cut into the Doctor’s bulging cheeks. Lisa retrieved a pair of cuffs from the cupboard. The handcuffs had a centre hinge rather than a chain to try and prevent the Doctor getting to her gag. Buttercup took the cuffs and locked one of the bracelets tightly around the Doctor's left wrist. As she stepped across the Doctor’s prone body to secure the other hand behind her the Doctor had made her move. She grabbed Buttercup’s hand and skilfully twisted her wrist, slamming the empty cuff against Buttercup’s chubby wrist. The pawl swung around Buttercup’s wrist just above the steel bracelet and the ratchet closed tight . Buttercup pulled back in horror. She reached for the key lying on the stone floor but the Doctor had already spotted it, placing it in her mouth, The Doctor swallowed hard.

“Get help Poppy, go now”. The Doctor mumbled, the exertion of the fight finally having its toll.

“Lisa, please get another key, Lisa please”, pleaded Buttercup pulling frantically at the cuff.

“They have only one key Poppy, it’s pointless, Get help and you won’t be punished. I promise” the Doctor mumbled into her chest.

Lisa looked around at the other two caged women. They shrunk back in their cages distancing themselves from the events. Lisa saw in their eyes they were defeated, they would not even consider the possibility of escape. Lisa quickly made up her mind. This was her chance, the chance she had been waiting for

“I’m sorry I promise I’ll get help. I’m so sorry”

“You can’t leave me. Don’t leave me”

“I’m sorry”

Lisa run from the room with Buttercup's screams of abuse ringing in her ears.

The Steel Collar

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