CHAPTER ONE

    Entering the auction hall, I was met by a stern looking woman with a whip swinging menacingly from her belt. Taking me brutally by my arm, she led me to one of the hundred or more glass cubicles adorning the sides of the wall. Abruptly, she ordered me to undress. Reluctantly, I took off my skirt and blouse, but I steadfastly refused to remove my undergarments.

   With an impatient grunt, she ripped my panties right off me revealing to all my pussy! Shocked and seething with anger, I turned and gave the guard a withering look.

But my indignation had absolutely no affect on her. With a cruel ugly laugh, she proceeded to tear my bra off as well, and my large but firm breasts became exposed as well.

   With expert efficiency, she manacled my hands and legs to two poles stationed in the center of the cubicle. I felt incredibly vulnerable, as I found myself spread eagle facing the room at large.

   I watched her place a large card containing my personal data on the wall of the cubical. Glancing at the card she said, "Well well Mikah, you'll fetch a nice profit. Only eighteen years old – a senators daughter - and a virgin too. No wonder you were placed in this special auction for council members only." With another disgustingly ugly laugh, the cruel women left me alone.

   I tried to act indifferently, but my eyes kept drifting down to look at my forced nudity. I could feel the shame and anger deep in my soul, as I realized just how humiliating this pose actually was.

   True - I had always been exceedingly modest in my appearance, to the point where even my dressing servants had never seen me naked. Yet this position was so revolting and un-ladylike, that even the lowest street whores would likely have been embarrassed.

   I kept a sharp lookout to see if anyone so much as dared glance at me. But over the next hour my vigilance slowly ebbed as I saw that I was being totally ignored. Incredibly, I even started to adjust to my nude body being in open view for all to see.

   Inevitably - my natural curiosity got the better of me and I started checking out my surrounding. Everywhere I looked there was great activity! Boys and girls as young as ten, to men and women as old as my parents, were being summarily processed. Suddenly an ear piercing scream shot through the room, as a young girl a couple of years my junior was savagely whipped on her back!

   Looking through the clear glass separating our cubicles, I saw the female overseer’s tearing the clothes right off her body! They roughly grabbed hold of her hands and legs, and chained the poor girl in the same spread eagle position as myself. This scene was repeated frequently, until eventually all the cubicles were filled.

   A few minutes later, a beautiful woman in her early thirties entered the room. She was dressed in a loose linen pants suit, but I'm sure that all eyes were glued to the long snaking whip dangling from her hand. Facing the slaves at large, she raised her arm for silence. A slave directly opposite me, a young and arrogant looking man in his twenties, whistled at her in an obviously lewd manner. A nervous hush encompassed the room as we waited to see what this woman would do.

   Very calmly she walked right up to the man, raised her whip high, and with all her strength whipped him! A long welt instantly appeared, running straight from his chest down to his thigh. We all waited for his scream, but the pain must have been so severe that it took his breath away. Coolly, she walked back to the middle of the room and once again faced us.

   "Welcome to the 'Imperial Auction House', the finest such establishment in all of Genesis. My name is Mistress Susan," she told us sweetly.  "As the proprietor, I wish to extend a special thank-you for attending today as our guests of honor. Each and every one of you should be quite proud, as few are fortunate enough to be selected for this event."

  All I could think was, 'Boy, what a bitch!'  Mistress Susan was a classic personification of the `better than thou' attitude, so prevalent to the women of Genesis.

   Mistress Susan continued her condescending speech.

   "I ask of each and every one of you, please be on your best behavior, for the ladies who are going to attend today's event, are quite deserving of your greatest respect. Indeed, only the most honorable and powerful women of Genesis have received an invitation for today's auction. So please slaves, pay close attention to the rules which I will outline to you, as I am quite sure that we all want today's proceedings to be a huge success." 

  "Rule one;" Mistress Susan informed us in a matter-of-fact tone. "Never forget; the women who are about to buy you are the most Important women in the world. You are truly privileged that that are even considering purchasing you as slaves".    

Mistress Susan held up 2 fingers:

"Rule two; Do not look at the Mistresses faces, period!"

Raising a third finger she announced

"Rule three; You must answer any and all questions they may ask you, honestly and respectfully, regardless of how personal they may be. Any violation of any rule, or any complaint by a guest, will result in severe punishment. Over the course of the next couple of hours, many Mistresses will be inspecting you - in any way they desire! After the inspection, you will be led one at a time to the next room, and then auctioned off."

   With a deceptively sweet smile Mistress Susan concluded, "Thank-you once again in advance, for what I'm sure will be your utmost co-operation." With a wave of her hand, Mistress Susan signaled for the mahogany doors to be opened, and the inspection to begin.

CHAPTER TWO

     I halfway expected a bunch of women, fat haughty and bitchy, to come storming in. I mentally braced myself for the upcoming onslaught.

I knew these women had a reputation for greed and visciousness, and that they would enjoy ridiculing and groping us mercilessly.

   But to my amazement no one rushed through the doors, though from the sounds of laughter and talking could be heard coming from somewhere beyond those doors. From the viabrations and sounds, i sensed that a large crowd had gathered. Finally, after what seemed to be forever, the ladies started to trickle in.

   With great fear, I closely observed the Mistresses as they confidently walked through the auction hall. I had no doubt that these ladies were of the highest bearing. They were all dressed in beautiful clothes made of the finest silks and cashmere, obviously created by the elite designers of the land. The ladies demeanor was the sort that could not be taught, but comes naturally only to those who are born to power wealth and privledge.

   Soon the room was buzzing as two to three hundred Mistresse of all ages milled about, all the while sipping their champagnue and smoking some strange smelling cigarette with long silver holders.  The ladies, aged from seventy years old to as young as five, casually strolled about they checked the merchandise at their leisure.

   A few distinguished women briefly looked me over, and read my identification chart.  I suppose I was lucky that I had yet to be treated rudely or groped in a humiliating way.

   My luck soon expired, when a lady approached me with her ten-year-old daughter in tow. I immediately looked down, for I remembered well the caution which we had received earlier.

   I guess that I had always taken it for granted that I would be treated with the high respect that my former rank and station commanded. In fact - I had frequently found it necesasary to punish my own servants for their inappropriate behavior, and on a couple of occasions - I was appointed the duty to discipline some of my friends!

   So you could well imagine my distress of having to address this obnoxious ten year old as Ma'am. Worst yet, I had to make sure that I didn't even glimpse at her face.

   In a flash of angry rebellion, I stared challengingly right into her eyes! I gave a triumphant laugh - as the girl shrunk back a few paces. Without warning - the mother slapped me hard right across my face! Through the sharp stinging pain, I clearly discerned the genuine rage in the mother’s voice!

  "How dare you, slave! Leya, don't you ever let a slave intimidate you! Now take your paddle, and punish her. Hard!!!" The little brat meekly took the offered paddle, and slowly walked behind me. As her mother rudely inspected my most private parts, I suddenly heard a swishing sound. I jumped in surprise, as I felt a very sharp sting on my behind. Three seconds later I felt another one. You cannot begin to imagine the humiliation I felt: I was being spanked by a ten-year-old girl! But as the pain increased, I became determined to hide my shame. I defiantly stared straight ahead, and pretended like I simply didn't care!

   But in reality, it was hard for me to digest just how radically my life had changed. Just two short months ago I was enjoying an elaborate celebration welcoming my 18th birthday. The royal hall was full to capacity as men and women of all ages fawned all over me. Oh, what a glorious time it was.

   But very soon after came our surrender! Within days I became separated from my friends and family, and placed on a ship with mostly common folk. During the long two-week journey to Genesis, we were chained to the wall like animals. Whatever food we were given was terrible, and we were made to sleep on the floor. It was many a night that I cried myself to sleep, but only when no one was there to see.

   We were not bathed, and were allowed access to a bathroom only once a day. All in all there were maybe a thousand of us, in a musty dark room not large enough for a hundred. 

   We finally docked, and I was led into a small office where I was told to remain standing. A non-descript woman sat behind a desk and asked in a bored mechanical voice; your name? Country? History? Age? Hundreds of additional questions were asked, many of a most personal nature. She then stamped my file, and a guard led me out.

      While being led to a truck outside, the guard informed me how I was `lucky'. I was chosen to be sold at the exclusive auction for members of the council.

  Over the next week leading to the auction, we had better quarters then on the ship. Two girls shared a bed, with only two beds in a room. Even the food we were given, was tolerable. We were `encouraged' to take showers, and given whatever we needed to maintain our physical attributes. It wasn't hard to guess the reason why we were being treated so nicely. They obviously wanted us to look our best for the upcoming auction. In fact - it was so important that we look beautiful, that they spared us from any further punishments or abuse. After all, we would have very little value if we were all marked up with ugly welts!

   But despite being treated well, it was still a most unnerving time for us all. Being the natural leader of the room, it fell on me to try and console my roommates. One of the girls in the room waiting to be sold was the twelve-year-old daughter of my parents cook.   I never had much to do with her in the past - her being a servant and all, but now she would hover next to me, seeking my strength and comfort.

   In the darkness of the night, I would contemplate on my hopeless situation, and it wasn't long before a deep depression had settled over my soul.

   Throughout this entire horrible experience, the guards remained cold and uncaring. Now in the auction chambers, I found there was the same cool dis-attachment to the slaves. I was not a girl who was being sold, I was simply merchandise.

   As my depression increased, I constantly had to fight back tears. However, I resolved to myself to never give them the satisfaction of making me cry.

   But this was almost too much for me. A ten year old was spanking my behind in front of hundreds of people, while her mother inspected my breasts. Over the next couple of minutes, I must have received twenty to thirty lashes of the paddle. It wasn't so much the pain as much as the overwhelming humiliation, which was now crushing my spirit. Oh how I hated them all!!!    Desperately, I fought off my tears, and focused on the only way out. `I swear, I will kill myself the first chance I get!' Somehow, knowing that the end of my ordeal was near, helped me to cheer up. I even started smiling, despite the fact that the spanking was really starting to hurt.

   A few minutes later the young brat concluded my spanking, and turned to face me once again. With a sneering smile that plainly reflected her personality, she sarcastically said. "Now slave, say thank you."     Regardless of the cost, all I wanted was to wipe both her and her stupid smile right off the planet. I knew that I was only making things worse, but I couldn't help myself.

   I stared straight into her eyes, and gave her a bright sunny smile. "Why, thank-you ever so much for spanking me. I'm sure the pain will linger on for years. In fact, thanks to you - I am starting to appreciate just how beneath me you really are!"

   The mother once again slapped my face in fury. But this time I was ready for it, and managed to make it only a glancing blow by turning my face away from the slap. In a low calm voice, which failed to mask her intense disgust for me, she said.

   "Do you know what I'm going to do to you, bitch? I'm going to buy you, and then I'm going to whip you so hard that you'll be begging me to stop! But I won't stop! I will continue to whip you until you have no skin left. After that, you will serve as my daughter's horse. She will ride on your skinless back, and you will carry her wherever she commands. I promise you, you will curse this day and the day you were born!"

   With a wickedly victorious smile, the mother and daughter turned and stalked away.

   The whole time that the mother was speaking, I made sure to continue with my plaster 'smile', and act as if I didn't care. But as soon as they walked away, I started to curse myself.  

  `Damn it Mikah, why don't you ever learn to shut up! What did you possibly hope to gain by provoking them.' But I knew it was to late for any recriminations. The damage was already done. And I highly doubted that the mother had only been bluffing.

   Oh' how I hated these two bitches. The problem was that they now hated me with an equal passion. And they had the power to make me pay the price of their hatred!

   Now, more then ever - I knew the only possible way out was by committing suicide.

   A sudden strong feeling of being watched interrupted my thoughts. I quickly glanced up, and out of the corner of my eye I noticed a young woman looking at me with an amused

expression. When she saw I had noticed her, she started walking towards me. 

`Great' I thought to myself. `What new humiliation will this young bitch delve on me.’?

CHAPTER THREE

     

     As the young lady appraoched me, I saw that she was no older than myself. But despite her relative youth - she already had an unmistakable aura of a powerful yet elegant lady. I couldn't help but notice that she was dressed more casually then the other women in the room, wearing only jeans and a pink silk tee shirt. However, she was a rare breed that regardless of how she might dress, her incredible beauty grace and superiority, would always shine.

   As she approached me, I quickly looked down to the floor. For the first time in my life, looking away from a face seemed natural. There was something about her demeanor that made you aware she was special and deserving of your respect. Her very presence exuded total command and awe!

   It dawned on me that she had witnessed my spanking as well as my childish response. And she was clearly amused by it all.

   She stopped in front of me, and placing her finger under my chin, she gently lifted my head.

   As she raised my face up, my teary eyes became locked with hers. I saw she was even lovelier, if possible, and then my first impression had been. As her green eyes sparkled into mine, I felt an overwhelming need to look away from her beautiful face. With an understanding smile, she traced her finger from my chin to my eyes, and slowly wiped a tear away. Circling around me, she delicately placed her cool hands on my still flaming behind.

   I really wanted to hate her, the way I passionately hated all the other Mistresses in the room. But her soothing touch and comforting manner over shadowed all thoughts of hate. The comfort she gave was so fulfilling, that right at that moment I could easily see myself placing my head on her lap - and sob away my fear and sorrows.

   But it wasn't to be. Instead she softly traced her finger across my flaming bottom and touched under o the edge of my pussy, and than she walked away without saying a single word.

   All my feelings of comfort quickly dissipated. I somehow felt betrayed and abanden by her departure. I found myself wishing she would come back, even if it meant being physically inspected by her in the most private manner.

   I knew that this young Mistress had left me in a state of confusion. For you see, I had always hated all the women of Genesis. Especially the ladies who sat on the high council. My hatred for them intensified with each passing day of the war.

My country was now in ruins, and my hatred had reached a crescendo!

I might be their captive, but to think that I, daughter of chief senator, was about to become their slave!

NEVER!!!

The stories of Genesis's cruelty were legendary throughout the world. I remembered the whispers we all heard of executions taking place, for even the most minor disobedience or disrespect.

   But the aura I received from this young woman was anything but evil. Could it really be possible she was one of them?

   My reverie was suddenly interrupted by a loud voice over the loudspeakers,

"Mistresses, can you please take your chairs? The Auction will now commence."

CHAPTER 4

     All the client Mistresses had left the viewing room, and the female attendants quickly unchained us all – and had us line up in a double column. We had to hold out our hands to be shackled,  and were led into a hallway adjoining the auction auditorium. After a few minutes the auction started, and we were led one by one onto the auction dais. Though we were unable to see the proceedings, we could overhear the bidding.  First a handsome and strong young man in his prime was sold for two hundred coins. Next a woman in her thirties was sold for five hundred coins.

   In a very business like manner, they quickly sold us off one after another. I noticed however, that the women were being sold for substantially more then the men. For some inexplicable reason, I was proud that I would cost more than a man!

   There were only two more slaves to be sold, before it would be my turn. It was terrifying to think that in a mere ten - fifteen minutes, I too would have a Mistress.      I shuddered to think that soon some Mistress would have complete control over me, even the right of putting me to death. I shuddered at the thought that the mother of that young brat might purchase me. If she had her way, I would be made to live a life even worse than death. I vowed to myself that no matter how much I might be forced to obey my Mistress, I would never become subservient to her! Even if it meant taking my own life first.

   I stood in line waiting for my turn to be sold into slavery. I quickly did the math in my mind. Four minutes on average per sale. Nine people in line ahead of me.  36 minutes!

Another sale, followed by another sale. I stood frozen with fear as a awaited my turn.

Before I knew it, two guards came and released me from the rings and tied my hands and my upper shoulders behind my back. With my breast thrust out, I was led through a side door where they made me wait until the man on the dais was sold. After he was sold for only one hundred and thirty coins, the guards led me onto the dais and then stepped away from me.

   The lights were incredibly bright, and though I could make out the profiles of the mistresses, I was not able to see their faces. On the dais a woman with a microphone was talking. It took me a moment to realize that she was describing me.

   "Well ladies," she said. "This fine specimen's name is Mikah. She's a ripe eighteen years of age, daughter to the senior Senator of Grecolo, which we captured just three week's ago." Loud applause greeted the mention of our defeat.

   "As you can see, her skin is beautifully tanned. Take a close look at her ripe pink pussy, and see how her breasts are well developed and firm. But best of all ladies, she is a virgin! Shall we start the bidding at five hundred?”

Their was indecipherable talking and murmuring and only seventy four seconds later I heard the auctioneer call out, "Sold for one thousand two hundred coins to the 'Talos' estate."

And with that brief announcement, I was now a slave!

  Two guards took me by my arms and escorted me off the dais, to a small private room. On the way, one of the guards commented, "You're a lucky girl. Your new Mistress is the young daughter of one of the most powerful and rich members of the council." When I heard this I knew my worst fears had been realized! I no longer had any doubt that the cruel mother had kept her promise, and had brought me for her bitchy little daughter. I repeated my earlier vow. I would kill myself rather than ever become submissive to such a vile child!

CHAPTER 5

     I was left alone to my thoughts and fears. They had left me unchained and perhaps even ungaurded. But this oppurtunity of escaping was misleading. Even if I somehow managed to get past the locked door and slip past the sentries, I would still be stuck behind enemy lines - a good 400 miles from the nearest border. 

And suppose i was amazingly lucky and I managed to reach the border, I was still doomed. For it was widely rumored that every slave was implanted with a micro chip within hours of becoming a captive. This chip would track the slave 24/7, and with a press of a computer button, the implanted chip would cause paralyses and the slave would soon die from a massive stroke.

It was urban legend that only 4 slaves had EVER managed to get as far as escaping over the  Genesis birde.  Of course the reward for achieving this feat was the activation of the implanted micro chip.

So as I waited, I knew that escape was both useless and hopeless.

Eventualy the door opened and an attractive woman in her thirties entered. I immediately noticed the stunning silver and pink slave collar adorning her neck, and was surprised a slave would be trusted to roam around so freely by herself. She had with her some clothing, and a bag which contained some food. In a soft voice she told me to eat and get dressed, promising to come back for me as soon as she took care of the three other slaves my new Mistress had just bought. I tried to question her about my new Mistress, but all she would say is; "All in good time my dear."

   After she left, I quickly put on the panties and bra I was given. To my surprise, they were a perfect fit. The rest of the wardrobe consisted of a long elegant pink skirt with a matching blouse. I was not given any shoes or socks, but thankfully it was warm outside. After putting them on, I found myself winding down from the nerve wrecking tension i had been under all day.

There was a delicious aroma wafting out of the bag, which had the effect of awakening my taste buds. Seeing no advantage in torturing my stomach uselessly I proceeded to make good use of the delicious contents inside.

   Soon after i finished devouring the food - my sweet faced escort re-appeared and ordered me to come with her. Cuffing my hands behind my back, she took hold of my shoulder and led me outside to a waiting van.

   Two men and a woman were already seated inside the caro area, securely fastened to a lead pipe running along the van wall. Un-cuffing my hand, I too was quickly manacled to this pipe.

Our escort took her seat by the wall behind the driver, and suggested sweetly that we "Try to get some sleep, for we have a long drive ahead of us."

   As we drove off towards the setting sun I was soon lolled into a deep sleep, the result of seious sleep deprivation. The next thing I knew - it was dawn. I broodily looked out the window at the scenery. For the most part we were diving through farmland with an ittermittent group of stores bunched together every now and than.

It was around an hour later that our escort interupted the monotomy of our drive. "Mistress estate starts right over that ridge ahead. We should be pulling into the processing center in around 25 minutes."

I feigned indifference, and stared glassily out the window. I could feel my heart racing, as the anxiety and fear of the unknown engulfed me.

   In the far distance there loomed a large gate. As we passed though it, I realized that like it or not this was my new home!

CHAPTER 6

 

     I knew well the perks of privilege and rank. As the daughter of the ranking senior Senator of Grecolo we had naturally received invitations to every important function around the globe. We were frequent guests at many fine estates, where each estate served as the status symbol of our host's wealth.

To my surprise the grounds which we were driving through - would have been a proud addition to any of the vain billionaires that we had hob-nobbed with.

In the horizon one had a stunning view of the sun's rising reflection off the crystal blue water of the sea. In all directions a beautiful landscape majestically spread forth, and in the far distance one was able to glimpse some structural settings.

   The van soon passed a patch of dirt being worked on by a pair of men and three women. The men were adorned in tight feminine lavender shorts which showed the clear bulge of their manhood and wore nothing else. The hot sun radiated sweat down their muscular bare backs, and I noticed faded whip marks criss-crossing across the ripples of their bare backs.

   One of the women, dressed in a purple pants suit, was obviously in charge of this group. She was brandishing a whip high in the air, ready to strike the other woman. This attractive girl in her early twenties independently prepared herself for the lashes she was about to receive. The girl lowered her shorts to her knees, and bending over – she grabbed hold of her ankles. This left her behind fully exposed for the punishment she was about to receive. As the van pulled out of view, I could make out the first stroke landing solidly on her backside. To my astonishment, she did not so much as quiver as the lash ripped into her flesh. I was puzzled by her response, for surly the pain must have been atrocious.

   As we continued to roll slowly along we passed numerous groups of slaves. Surprisingly, they seemed quite tranquil and content. For the life of me I could not understand how so many slaves had come to lose their self-respect. I knew there was no way on earth that I would ever sell out - and permit myself to be content as a slave!

   Seemingly, the slaves had no set dress code or uniforms. Most of the wardrobe consisted of feminine colored shorts and sneakers. Wearing a top seemed optional. Interestingly, the women seemed as blase at being bare chested as the men!

   Judging strictly by their demeanor, I'd have never guessed that these men and women were mere slaves. There was nothing overtly suggestive about their behavior that indicated they felt beaten or worthless. In fact, what struck me most about them was that they all seemed to be well cared for, and... Even loved...? But I knew they were owned slaves, for each had a slave collar fastened around their neck.

   I found myself in a daze of shocked fascination. I was seeking any clue as to what my future held in store. It was quickly apparent that all males as well as most of the women had their necks locked into a heavy steel red slave collar.

    As the van slowed down, we passed a stunning girl wearing a white slave collar. This girl, who could not have been more then fifteen years old, was talking to an older lady wearing a black collar. It was very eerie for me to see a lady at least my mother’s age, standing in an obvious position of respect in front of a girl so young.

   It seemed evident that the slaves had different classifications. Apparently red collars were the lowest ranked slaves. White collar seemed to indicate a lofty rank, and black collar slaves were somewhere in the middle. I wondered what rank our own escort held, with her pink and silver collar.

   Despite the foreboding circumstances, I found this to be the most fascinating ride I had ever experienced in my life. My unbridled curiosity kept my eyes glued out the window.

   One woman in particular stood out. She was noteworthy for both her incredible sultry beauty, as well as the way she was dressed. All she had on was a second skin peach body suit with a zipper front. What made one take special notice, was that the zipper was open all the way down to her crotch! This left her beautifully formed breasts exposed as well as most of her pubic hair. As if the humiliation of being naked was not enough, her breasts were covered with deep purple welts, from what appeared to be a very recent whipping. I knew that should I ever be in this woman's  predicament, I would certainly die of shame.

   Strangely enough, my first impressions actually calmed my anxieties a little. My childhood had been saturated with books and movies that portrayed Genesis as a desolate country where total brutality and chaos ruled. A land where slaves lived in constant dread for their very lives and were put to death with little or no provocation. A land where everywhere you looked, the rotting bodies of slaves could be seen swinging from poles and gallows. A land of total and complete misery for all slaves!

   So admittedly, I was somewhat relieved. True, from the little I had just seen, the slaves did get whipped. But there was a feeling of serenity here which transcended the pain. Even the girl who had been whipped hard on her breasts and must have felt tremendous pain, seemed to have a relaxed demeanor about her. 

Clearly; what I had seen on this estate, was not what I had expected. The war propaganda that I had been exposed to was obviously a lie. There weren't any slaves in iron chains being whipped mercilessly by the overseer, till the point of collapse. (that image had been in my head ever since I was 8 and had seen the movie 'revenge of the oppressed')

Indeed, I thought back to the young girl who had pulled down her own shorts and bent right over. She voluntarily caused her plump behind to thrust up high in the air, their-by offering her chastiser the full swell of her rear cheeks. She must have known that by bending over in this position it would afford her chastiser a larger target to whip. The anger and hatred I expected to see from that young girl was missing. Instead, she had the look of one who is content and at peace with herself.

   So I was left to ponder: Where was the ruthlessness and savagery of Genesis that was a gospel of my upbringing?  And what twisted magic did this place hold, that persuaded a slave to happily help with their own whipping??!!

CHAPTER 7

    

       When the van rolled to a stop, the back doors were flung open and we were met by four strong looking women. Oddly, these four women quickly knelt on one knee and greeted her respectfully, 'Welcome Madame Zarana'.

For a second I thought that perhaps I was wrong and our escort was not a slave. Maybe even, she was our Mistress, who for some reason of her own wanted to hide this fact from us.

   However; I knew that as strange as this respect seemed, our escort must indeed be a slave. Obviously, the pink and silver slave collar which she wore signified a very high rank.

   The guards rose and released our manacles before ushering us into the building. In the hallway the guards separated us by gender - which only served to frighten me more. I was accustomed to a chauvinistic mentality, where so long as a man was around the girl would be safe!

   The remaining girl and I were led by the arm one flight up. The room we entered was totally bare besides two simple chairs next to the wall. Matter-of-factly, the guards ordered us to strip.

   With no particular desire of being whipped, I decided to obey. I quickly peeled off my clothes and was surprised to feel only slightly awkward standing naked in front of my guards. The other captive, who was some ten years older than myself, was much more hesitant. With a show of great reluctance, she slowly took off her skirt and blouse. After some further hesitation, she removed her bra and her full breasts were revealed.

I just stood transfixed as i gazed at her facial reaction. I was ashamed that i had not put up  similar resistance, but I also felt she was being stupid since she would eventualy have to succumb and expose her womanhood.

After a few seconds it became evident that she would not take off her panties and without warning one of the guards whipped her once across her scantily clad behind! Our gaurd spoke very clamly. 'Daliah, it's your choice: You can either take off your panties, or you can receive five more lashes. You have 5 seconds to decide.'

She than slowly started to count. One! Two! Three! Four! Five...!!!

Daliah just stood there trembling and softly crying in a frozen whimper. Unhurriedly, the second guard grabbed Daliah by her long hair and forcibly bent her over a desk.

The second guard raised her arm back and with full strength gave a severe lash flush across Daliah's offered ass. In a monotone the guard holding her down counted to five, but she was barely audible due to the captive screaming in pain. As soon as she uttered the word 'FIVE' an even harder lash rang out. Daliah's whole body convulsed with pain and she screamed out, "O.K. O.K!!! Stop - I'll do it."

   The guard momentarily stopped her count, "Once a punishment has started, it must be finished."  she proclaimed and promptly resumed her count to five. I do not know how my fellow captive did not faint from the third lash, which had the force to tear off part of her panties. The poor girl just sobbed with pain as she received her final two lashes.

   After the guard let go of her, Daliah was once more ordered to remove her panties. Still in the throes of hysterics she painfully bent over and took off her panties. I peeked a look at her behind, and saw six cruel crimson lines spreading across both her rear cheeks.

   The guard coldly re-hooked the whip back on her belt and informed us to keep our hands by our sides and make no attempt to conceal ourselves. Should we do so, we would be summarily punished - with no further warning!

   Once again we led by our arms and escorted through a hallway. I was thankful there was no one in the halls to see my nude body, shamefully exposed for all to see.

   Coming to an abrupt stop next to a doorless entrance way, we were rudely shoved inside. With a nervous glance around i observed a humongous room split up into two halves. On the left side were six free standing showers hanging from the wall without any dividing partitions. There was also a huge bath in the center of the room, large enough for three adults to enter simultaneously with room to spare. But what held me in shock was what I saw on my right.

   Sure: It was perfectly normal to have four bristling clean toilets stationed in a row. But it was downright inhuman when there is no partition separating the stalls! Such a setup ensured that the the unfortunate user of these toilets would have no privacy. To make it even worse, the toilet bowls were made out of clear glass!

   I knew I could survive taking a shower in the open, but how dare they expect us to relieve ourselves in open view of others? How cruel could they be? What are we, animals? My only option would be to go when no one was around.

    My thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of two new women. Our two guards immediately curtseyed to one of the newcomers.  Once again, I was surprised that any special respect would be shown to a girl who was so obviously a slave.

   The guards held their respectful pose until finally the girl dismissed them with a nonchalant wave of her hand.

   The first thing I noticed about the girl they had curtseyed to, was her gleaming white slave collar. She was around twenty years old and quite attractive in her sheer white camisole.

She was substaintialy shorter than me, and was no more than 5' 3'' with shoes on. Her well-toned body from the waist down was totally exposed. Her underling, despite being old enough to be this girls mother, was a mere low level red collar slave. Her plump forty-year-old body looked surprisingly good in a very long skin tight tee shirt. When she moved around the room, her mature pussy could be seen peeping out from under her tee shirt. They seemed to want us to know that neither wore a bra or panties, yet neither seemed to be self-conscious abut it.

   The woman in charge turned to face us. "Good afternoon Mikah and Daliah, my name is Miss. Elaina and this here is Roberta. You must always remember to address me or any other superior that has a white collar on with the respect we are due. Dont you ever dare address me by my first name alone. It must always be preceded by Miss., do you understand?"

   Daliah and i spoke in unision, "Yes, Miss. Elaina."

   "Excellent! Now before we continue you must learn to stand respectfully whenever I or any other white-collar superior approaches you. Roberta here will show you the proper position."

   Roberta immediately spread her legs two feet apart.  She then placed her arms behind her back, which caused her breasts to loom even larger in her tight tee shirt. It also caused her t shirt to rise up which resulted that her pussy was now in plain view. All the while she looked respectfully down to the floor by Miss. Elaina's feet.

   Miss. Elaina spat out in a mean voice:  "Quickly now - stand in your proper positions, slaves!" Her voice sent a chill down my back and without thinking I assumed the correct position.

   I felt more vulnerable than ever, now that my breasts were sticking out and I could feel the lips of my pussy spreading apart. Daliah was in the proper position as well, but I saw that her blubbering tears were rolling down her cheeks and dripping on to her thrust out breasts.

   Miss. Elaina continued in her contemptues manner,  "Roberta here is the lowest ranking slave and like all slaves with only a red collar must be addressed by only her first name. She deserves no special respect. However we still will not tolerate any discourtesy to even the lowest level slave. Any fighting, or any other act of disharmony from one slave to another, is punished quite severely. Our sole purpose in life is to serve Mistress to the best of our abilities, in body and soul. Dis-agrements are caused by our egos, but the only ego a slave may EVER have is the pride of serving Mistress well."

   As Miss. Elaina was speaking, I felt like shouting: `What's wrong with you people? Don't you have any pride left? Don't you realize that this so called Mistress is just another human being - flesh and blood like you and I!'

   Miss. Elaina's voice droned right over my thoughts without so much as a pause.

   "You must look down at the feet of all superiors with a rank of a white collar or higher."

   One rule blended into another and I knew I'd never be able to remember it all. But her last instruction really caught my attention, for the pure depravity of it.

   "Lastly, when ever summoned for punishment, you're expected to go into the punishment position ordered of you, without resistance or hesitation!"

   She can't be serious - but I knew she was. "Now slaves," Miss Elaina mocked us "You have been purposely deprived of using the toilets for the last twenty-four hours. You will now go sit on the middle two toilet seats and sit perfectly straight while clasping your hands behind your neck. You will then spread your legs wide, and relieve your self's while I watch!"

   Both Daliah and I just stood their, not believing our ears. In a very icy voice Miss. Elaina stated;

   "I do not like having to repeat my orders twice. Obey me now, slaves!"

   In a daze, I found myself walking to the toilet, when once more Miss. Elaina's icy tone stopped us.

   "When I give an order, I expect you to acknowledge it by saying, ‘yes Miss. Elaina’. Now proceed."

   Eyes downcast, I was ashamed to hear the sound of my voice reply, "Yes Miss. Elaina."

   Daliah sat on one toilet while I took the adjoining seat. Remembering our instructions, I spread my legs wide and placed my hands behind my neck.

   Miss. Elaina came and stood three feet directly in front of me. With intentional rudeness she stared straight into my openly spread pussy. This violation was just too much to bear. Without stopping to think of the consequences, I jumped to my feet with a teenage passion and shouted uncontrollably.

   "What right do you have to treat me like this! This is my body, so go away and leave me alone! I hate you! I hate you all!" Despite my best efforts, I felt the dam break - and the tears start to flow.

   Miss. Elaina softly approached me and gently put her arms around me for a couple of minutes. The velvety touch of Miss. Elaina holding me while softly stroking my hair and back, was infuriating – yet somehow helped me to regain my composure.

   As Miss. Elaina continued to hug me reassuringly, she began speaking in a sing song baby voice. "Awww, I know this is soooo hard on you, but these tantrums are soooo totally unacceptable. Now come, I expect you to bend over the toilet and hold tight to the seat."

   As she talked, I felt the silky touch of her hands sliding down to my behind.

   "Is your plump little ass ready to accept the punishment that you have earned?"

   The second I heard Miss. Elaina utter these words, I froze - terrified of the punishment that was to be meted out to me. As she escorted me back to my toilet seat, Roberta went to retrieve a whip which was to be used on my poor behind. Terrorfied not to obey the order given me, I forced my trembling body to bend over the toilet seat and shakingly grasped hold of it.

   Miss. Elaina moved behind me, and softly played with my rear cheeks.

   "You have a very beautiful ass Mikah," she whispered in my ear. "You will now receive your first lesson, to help teach you that no matter how scared or embarrassed you are you must always obey your orders! I know these ten lashes will be very painful to you, but you must stay in this position. I expect you to push your behind up, while you receive the full ten lashes. After you receive your punishment you will assume the proper respectful position and thank me for taking the time to correct you."

   With a warm kiss to the middle of my back, she whispered, "Get ready slave."

   Petrified, I tensed my body awaiting the shock of the first bitter blow. I was watching Daliah's frozen stare from her adjacent toilet seat, when I heard a whistling sound. I didn't hear the whip actually land on my behind, but the pain was not to be ignored! I had assumed that the pain would be limited to just my rear end, however within a split second of receiving the lash my entire body convulsed with pain. It took all my mental focus to remain in my bent position.

   I grasped the toilet seat with all my strength, and waited apprehensively for the next lash. Once more I heard the dreadful whistling sound, and a split second later the whip pummeled down across both my ass cheeks! The gripping pain was so severe, that it caused me to rise out of position. I immediately felt Roberta's firm grip in my hair, pushing me back down into position.

   With a sudden shock, it dawned on me: All of my earlier apprehensions of being sold into slavery - were now over! Their would be no more self-dilutions! My lot as common slave was a fait - accompli. And like any other common slave, I knew I was now at the mercy of my overseer. She could choose to whip me at her slightest whim - and my only recourse was to scream in pain!

   I started sobbing out of self pity and panic, as the comprehension of just what I was being reduced to - registered.

   With no time of respite, Miss. Elaina whipped me once every five seconds or so. After the tenth lash, my behind was on fire and my body was trembling in shock and pain.

    Miss. Elaina came forward and lightly squeezed my flaming ass and sweetly told me; "Now turn around slave and thank me."  Using all my strength to stand up and turn around, I started to say thank you.

   "Stand with respect bitch!"

   Shaking with uncontrolled fury, I spread my feet apart, and placed my hands behind my back.

   In my iciest tone which I could muster I glared at her and coldly stated, "Thank you Miss. Elaina, for teaching me this lesson."

   "Your quite welcome slave," Miss. Elaina answered - seemingly unperturbed by my attitude. "Now sit on the toilet seat and resume your position."

   As I sat down, my behind throbbed in pain as it touched the toilet seat. Spreading my legs as wide as I could, I once again placed my hands behind my neck. I watched in horrid trepidation as Miss. Elaina approached me and then came to a stop right in between my outspread legs. Addressing both Daliah and myself, she informed us that we had three minutes to relieve our self’s, or else she would insert a special liquid up our ass. This special potion would help us along with our efforts, with only a "minor" side affect - very severe stomach cramps!

  Brazenly, Miss. Elaina placed her knee against my wide open pussy and rubbed it softly. She created a sensation I had never felt before. She than seductively raised her camisole, their-by affording me with a clear view of her most intimate self. After a few seconds I started to look away, but there was something magnetic about her pussy which wouldn't allow my eyes to drift away. I was awash in a turbulence of emotions.

   Thankfully, my subconscious was somewhat more collected. Snap out of it, Mikah! Get a grip on yourself!

   I took a long deep breath and managed to re-gain my self-control. I was incensed with myself! How could I possibly find myself respecting and even desiring this awful woman, especially when she had just cruelly whipped my poor behind. But as much as I felt contempt and hatred for her, I could not deny that i was feeling a bizzare attraction to her.

   Miss. Elaina knelt down and playfully slid her hand beyond my pussy, all the way across to my asshole. By doing so Miss. Elaina's pear shaped breasts were thrust forward right into my face. I tried to ignore her intimidating presence as well as her roving hand and concentrate on relieving myself. But despite my best efforts, I couldn't shake off my anxiety of having Miss. Elaina right on top of me. Worst yet, I knew what ever passed through my bowels, would inadvertently land on Miss Elaina’s hand. I don't know why, but the very thought of making on her hand left me nervously excited.

   Finally - with a strong thrust, my waste erupted from my bowels. I started to urinate as well all over Miss. Elaina's probing hand. Miss. Elaina just continued playing with my behind and pussy as if nothing at all was happening. When I finished relieving myself, Miss. Elaina slowly withdrew her probing hands from beneath me, and i saw that it was covered with my waste and urine. As she stood up, she deliberately wiped my waste off her hands all across my nipples and breasts. To my total humiliation and disgust, I noticed my nipples becoming erect with excitement.

   I stopped gazing at Miss. Elaina's pussy and looked down at her feet in shame.

   Just then we heard the plunk of Daliah's waste falling. With a toss of her lovely raven hair she announced it was shower time.

   

Chapter 8

  Our waste had hardly plunked down from our rear crevice when Miss. Elaina announced, "Follow Roberta into the showers. You are disgustingly filthy and you must be scrubbed clean. Mistress expects all her slaves to be presentable at all times. Don’t ever let us find you unkempt or you will be punished! Now go!"

   'There must be some mistake', i thought. 'Surely she means for us to wipe our asses first'!  I could feel the stickiness thick on my behind and was sure that if I were to stand it would be quite noticeable.

   I reached over to take some toilet paper from the dispenser behind me, when my hand felt a stab of fire. I yelped in pain and clutched tight my whipped hand.

Withdrawing her whip, Miss. Elaina told me; "Whenever you are in the presence of a superior being, you may do NOTHING unless ordered. Did I order you to clean yourself? NO! What did I order you to do Mikah?"

   I tried not to cry or feel inferior, but it was a losing battle. "To follow Roberta, Miss. Elaina."

   "So do so at once slave!"

  "Yes Miss. Elaina". Still rubbing my burning hand i stood up along side Daliah and together we followed Roberta to the showers.

   As we walked, a small piece of Daliah's waste fell to the floor next to me! I looked sympathetically at Daliah's face and watched it turn beet red. Miss. Elaina raised her hand, motioning us to stop.

   "Mikah dear, get down on your knees, pick up Daliah's waste and spread it across your fingers."  Miss. Elaina ordered using her 'sweet' voice.

'Yes Miss Elaina," I choked out.

   Seeing no way out of my predicament, I dropped to my knees, picked up Daliah's nauseating waste and spread it tentatively around my fingers. The nasty fumes invaded my nostrils causing me to gag and i felt the bile rise in my throat. I was terrified that i may vomit, for who knew how Miss. Elaina may react to that?

I knew my anger should be directed at Miss. Elaina alone, as she was the one who was forcing me to do this. But inexplicably, my anger was directed at Daliah as well for dropping her waste, though no fault of her own.

   "Good Mikah dear,"  Miss Elaina sang. "Now stand up and offer your fingers to Daliah. Excellent! Now go lick Mikah's fingers so deliciously smeared with your tasty waste."

   Mortified, I offered my hands to Daliah with my palms down. Daliah approached me and reluctantly lowered her mouth to my fingers. With her mouth hovering right next to my fingers, she froze. Without warning, I saw Miss. Elaina raise her whip and bring it tearing straight across Daliah's ass. Daliah's body twitched involuntarily as the pain registered. Her tears were streaming down her cheeks as she timidly started to suck her fallen waste off my fingers.

   "I refuse to repeat myself! Do it properly!" Miss. Elaina taunted.

With a shudder, Daliah took the entire length of my finger deep into her mouth and lathered it with her hot tongue. After a few seconds Daliah was ready to continue with my next finger. But Miss. Elaina's sternly stopped her.

   "If you leave even a drop of waste on Mikah's finger, I will give you a dozen lashes!"

   The warning had its desired effect, and caused Daliah to tense up with fear. She instinctively gulped in panic and the resulting sucking sensation on my finger - proved to be quite interesting! Eventually, Daliah managed to settle down and once again focused her mind on her task at hand.

   She thoroughly showered my finger with her hot tongue, leaving no doubt that it was receiving its ample share of attention. But Daliah was not about to take any risks! She puckered her mouth very tight, and ran her tongue back and forth over my finger.

   I must confess! I found Daliah's performance quite exciting. I would have never believed it possible that i could ever find pleasure from a fellow being's misfortune. Apparently, i was not the sympathetic and sweet person i had thought i was!

   Daliah was starting to lick clean my third finger when she suddenly started convulsing. Jumping back in panic, she vomited on the floor.

   "Well well, Daliah," Miss. Elaina exclaimed. "I see you need me to teach you how to hold down your food. Theirs no time like the present for your first dining lesson. Mikah, on the floor like a good little dog! Quickly!"

   My hatred for this obnoxious smurfette flared up, but i lacked the courage to dis-obey her direct order. Here Miss. Elaina was only around my age and was shrimp size to boot, and yet she wielded so much power over me. The desire to ram my fist into her tiny face was overwhelming! Yet i knew that i had little choice. All i could do was say, 'Yes Miss. Elaina' and meekly go to the floor on all fours like a pathetic dog.

   "Isn't this your lucky day, Daliah dear. Look at all the pretty strands of waste still clinging to Mikah's ass! So big and succulent. I fear that licking alone will not suffice to do the job properly."

   If i felt humiliated by Miss Elaina's mocking tone, then i could just imagine what the effect was on poor Daliah, who was a good 10 years older than her 'superior'.

   "You will now have to eat and suck the shit directly out of Mikah’s ass. When you are through, you will carefully lick it clean! Now DROP to your knees and swallow every drop of it. Should you choose to vomit again, I will be forced to whip you twenty five lashes.  Mikah, be a dear and reach back - and spread your rear cheeks apart for Daliah!"

   I started to say 'yes Miss. Elaina' when the whip whistled cuttingly into my back. I yelped in pain and was starting to stand up when the order came to "Stay doggie!"

Her icy voice had the power to freeze me on all fours.

"When I give you an order, don’t waste my time by repeating over and over 'Yes Miss. Elaina'!"

I was seething! As much as i wanted to smash my fist into her fist before, it was now much more than that. Hadn’t she ordered us to say 'Yes Miss. Elaina' before complying with every order she gave? Did she really think I wanted to call her 'Miss. Elaina'? I would have given all my possessions away if I could only call her a 'ugly bitch' while beating the living devil out of this piece of garbage till she was a bloody pulp!

Instead I was forced to obey my  'superior' and i pressed my breasts further down to the floor so as to reach my ass easier. I was naturally hesitant to part my ass cheeks open, particularly since i sensed that a small chunk of waste was still dangling from my rear end.

   "Come Mikah, you were making such nice progress,"  Miss. Elaina teasingly said. "Let's not revert to square one. Now present your ass properly to Daliah and stop this nonsense!"

   I didn’t even realize i was crying, but the floor under my face was damp from my tears.

Having no other option i reached back and firmly grasp my ass cheeks and pull them apart. I spread my legs wider so that Daliah would have better access to my rear crevices. I could feel my deep shame invade right down to the core of my soul. I frantically looked around the room for a way out, but there was no escape. If only a knife or a gun had been handy, I swear i would have ended my life right than and their!

"Still not open enough slave bitch!" Miss. Elaina shrilled.

Angrily, i parted my ass humiliatingly open. I nervously looked back between my spread legs and saw Daliah go down to her knees. For a brief moment our eyes locked and i saw that her anguish matched my own. Knowing that i was not alone in my misery, actually helped to lift my spirits. Looking right at her - i gave her an encouraging half-smile of support. For a brief moment she seemed confused, but then her teary eyes cleared up. She re-locked her eyes with mine and smiled shyly at me.

   We didn't dare delay any longer, so grudgingly - Daliah slowly bought her face right into my ass!

   The welts on my behind were beginning to absorb the heat from my hands, reigniting the hot bruising which had just started to fade. Additionally - Daliah's hot breath so close to my sensitive welts, served to make my pain more acute.

   But before long the pain relinquished it's grip and I was left with a throbbing sensation all around my ass. I could feel the fire extending gradually across my lower valley and then expand straight towards my pussy!

   Perhaps i should have immediately recognized my sensations for what they were. After all - i was not exactly a novice to the joys of sexual pleasure! In fact - i had grown up believing that any girl who retained her virginity beyond fifteen, was a prude. The only reason that i remained a virgin, was that i had never met a man who deserved me! Still, my virginity did not preclude me from tasting other forms of sexual stimulation.

   So you would think that when the fire invaded my pussy, i would have been instantly aware of what was happening. But even in my wildest dreams, i would never have thought it possible to experience such pleasure in such an un-conducive atmosphere.  

At first i denied my sexual response, but then i caught myself massaging my bung-hole with the tips of my fingers so as to flame up my internal fire. At that point my self denials sounded hollow - even to me!

  My natural urges got the better of me and i quit fighting off my feminine needs. My hips started to sway and i thrust my ass back to meet Daliah's hot tongue!

My pleasure was growing, but i was soon frustrated by Daliah's apparent refusal to continue with her task. I expected Miss Elaina to sharply reprimand her, and in fact she did so - but used her whip rather than her voice!  

I gazed back between my knees and had a clear view of Daliah's face contorting in pain! The poor woman took the reprimand to heart and without further ado - resumed her revolting task.

   As Daliah's hot tongue probed deeper and deeper into my anus, my cunt started to experience the most incredible sensations. i kept glancing back at Daliah through my legs to enjoy the sight of her beautifully formed breasts swaying gently with her movements. I forced myself to dismiss my  desire to fondle and kiss them.

   From my doggie position i watched Miss. Elaina's feet approaching me. Coming to a stop right in front of me, she very deliberately gripped me firmly by my hair and pulled my head up off the floor. She kept her firm grip and i was left staring directly ahead of me at her pussy. I felt awkward but something in me would not let me look away!

    Miss. Elaina, keeping her hand in my hair, slowly inched forward. As i breathed in the aroma emitting from her cunt, i could feel her neatly trimmed pubic hair tickling my face. With a surprisingly soft touch, Miss. Elaina momentarily lowered my head. With a shock, I realized that she was placing herself over my neck. I could feel the wetness of her pussy warming my neck, even as her silky velvety thighs locked around my face.

   My head was now 'locked' into place. I could still tilt my head down just enough to look back from under me.  Daliah's luscious breasts were visible in my periphery view as they bobbled up and down with her movements.

The effects of Miss. Elaina's heat on my neck and Daliah's sticky hot tongue on my ass, was too much to resist! A surge of heat swept through my loins. Breathing heavily, I instinctively parted my rear cheeks as open as I could and pressed my ass hard into Daliah's face.

   A powerful spasm ran through my body and I raised my ass up aggressively. For a split second, Daliah's incredibly hot tongue slipped right across my pulsating pussy. As my body started to shiver uncontrollably, I knew i was in danger of climaxing!

   Miss. Elaina began trailing her fingernail's across my back and I felt the heat in my loins lose control and I began to frantically rub my neck up against Miss Elaina's throbbing pussy while using my finger to caress my pulsating vulva.

I emitted a screech of agony as Miss. Elaina violently scratched me with her long nails - up and down my bare back., Miss. Elaina laughed mockingly:

   "You are a beautiful bitch when in heat Mikah, but I think that's quite enough. I have no intention of letting you cum. If you'd like, I would be delighted to help you regain you composure."

   Without another word she took the whip Roberta held out to her and gave me three quick lashes right across my back.

     I wriggled frantically in an attempt of avoiding the whip, but the sharp pain was effective in making me lose my passion. I felt my face redden with embarrassment. Knowing I had lost control of my most private sensations in front of Miss. Elaina, left me deeply humiliated. With a kiss to my back - where her whip had just struck me, Miss. Elaina ordered Daliah and I to assume our proper positions of respect.

   I waited for Miss. Elaina to move herself off my neck, but apparently she had no intentions of doing so. With Miss. Elaina  standing over my neck, I dis-engaged my neck from her wet pussy and lowered my head all the way down to the floor in order to free myself.

   With all sorts of conflicting emotions, i assumed my position of "respect".  I peeked down at my nipples and saw with relief that they were no longer showing signs of arousal.

If truth were told, i deeply resented everyone present in the room. I was not quite sure for what reason i was upset at Daliah. In stark contrast however, I knew exactly why I felt such deep resentment for Miss. Elaina. Here I hated her with every bone in my body, and yet she was able to easily control my feminine essence. I feared her evilness, and yet was tormented by her power.

Roberta on the other hand seemed to be a very nurturing and sweet person. How could she just let herself stand there and watch a young girl like myself be brutalized? Why wasn't she trying to protect me?

But most of all i resented myself! I couldn’t believe how pathetic i was!!!

   The cruel Miss. Elaina turned to face the tear stained and blushing Daliah. Tauntingly, she commented,

   "Now dear, that wasn't too bad. See what you could do when you put your mind to it. In fact slave, I bet you rather enjoyed tasting Mikah's shit! Now follow Roberta, and off to the showers you go."

   As I mentioned earlier, the shower room was merely an extension of the over all toilet facilities. The message conveyed was crystal clear: The right to privacy does not exist here!

   Unabashedly, Roberta removed her tee-shirt, leaving her totally nude. I knew Genesis was famous for their 'body enhancement procedures' and Roberta's body was a fine example of their capabilities.

  Although she was my mother’s age, she had a body of a woman 10 years younger. Her very large breasts stood firm and proud and seemed to laugh at the laws of nature. Her exquisitely red nipples jutted out clashing beautifully with the clear ivory skin of her breasts. It was quite evident Roberta spent many hours exercising, for her body was beautifully toned without the excess fat women of her age normally have. Her face was the only tell tale sign of her age.

   On prominent display was a 2 inch branding mark on her right shoulder blade. This brand was the famous 3d imaging which Genesis had created and perfected.  Depending on the angle you looked at it, you either saw the Genesis flag or you saw the official crest of whatever estate you were owned by. Although I had noticed earlier some of the male slaves burnt with this brand, i had remained in denial that such a cruel brand would be burnt into women. I couldn't even imagine the agonizing pain that such a branding must bring to its victim! This 3d brand had been outlawed by the United World government as inhumane torture! In fact, the usage of a white phosphorus base was deemed as a crime against humanity!

But Genesis never cared about world opinion. Why care about 'world' opinion, when you are on the verge of ruling the entire planet?

   Miss. Elaina, noticing my involuntary shudder, deliberately traced her finger along the outline of Roberta's wondrous branding mark.  With sincere pride she announced to Daliah and me, "Don't worry slaves. When you are deserving, you too will get to wear the mark of our Mistress. But you must first earn the right to be branded."

  'Wow' i shuddered, 'are you ever brainwashed'! I for one sincerely hoped never to be deserving of this `honor'.

   Miss. Elaina ordered us to stand straight under the shower-heads, with our hands clasped on top of our heads. We were warned that should we move for any reason, `We would regret it'!

   Like obedient little children, we did as we were told. Roberta opened the water and a strong stream of warm water washed over us. Using a firm soft brush, Roberta commenced to thoroughly scrub us both. Once, Roberta's breast touched my tits, and I felt a quick surge of heat run through me. I bit hard on my lips to ensure that i didn’t get excited all over again.

   Pronounced clean, Roberta gently dried us both as we remained in our position. We were than led to saloon style chairs with stir-ups attached to the bottom of the chairs.

Miss Elaina spoke briefly into a wall phone, and less than 20 seconds later a middle aged woman appeared. With a quick curtsey to Miss. Elaina, she proceeded to wash and style our hair. Throughout this entire cleaning procedure not a single word was spoken. This woman pointed to the stir-ups, and we understood the obvious implied order. Within 10 minutes, all our body hair from our waist down had been shaved off, with the exception of our pubic hair which was shaved into a clearly designed 'T'.

It looked very strange, and i had no idea what the 'T' was supposed to mean.

We were ushered nude through the hallway to two different rooms. I was unnerved being separated from Daliah. I felt less helpless by having someone to share my tribulations with.

Leaving Roberta to take charge of Daliah, I was left alone with my tormentor - Miss. Elaina.

  Gesturing to a low slung bed against the wall, i was ordered me to lie on my stomach and to place my hands behind my back. I quickly complied and laid chest down on the most uncomfortable mattress ever invented.

I don’t know why i hesitated to bring my hands behind me, particularly since this order was certainly tame by comparison to what i had already capitulated to. Yet for some strange reason, I found myself infuriated by this order and momentarily resisted.

   Without warning, Miss. Elaina raised her whip high! A pang of fear shot through me and i quickly bought my hands behind my back in compliance.

   I was to late!!!

   Even though i inadvertently deflected the blow with my hands, the lash still had the force to tear harshly into my ass. I jumped as a searing pain simultaneously flared on both my hands and ass.

   In a light voice, Miss. Elaina mocked me, "Oh! That must burn? I just hate it when the whip tears into my hands. But you know you deserve it! You must obey me faster. You must also learn a hard and fast rule: You must never EVER block any lashes. As soon as you see a raised whip intended for you, you must offer your body to it."

I knew i was crying, and i no longer cared if anybody saw me weak and vulnerable. I was physically and emotionally drained. My body was wracked in pain. My future had been stolen from me. I desperately missed my family and couldn’t help but wonder what fate held in store for them. Were they even alive? Had they escaped? Not knowing was bad enough, but having my life turned upside down was downright terrifying. My life was now reduced to being the lowest keg on the planet. For three weeks now i had been treated like total dirt with no sympathy that my country, home and family had been wiped off the face of the earth. My life was in tatters, and i was doomed to being nothing more than a stupid slave to some spoiled brat Mistress! Life was so cruel. It was just too much for me, and my heartbroken despondent sobs filled the room.

Miss. Elaina coldly ignored my sobs, and continued right on. "Mistress has very strict orders: whenever a whip is raised - the lash must be completed. During a slaves training, any interference with a whipping results with FIVE additional lashes on the exact same spot it was supposed to have landed.  Mistress is quite specific in her orders. All penalty lashes must be administered with all our strength using both our arms! Now lie very still on your stomach and fold your arms under your breasts."

   In a dazed trance like state - I assumed the position as ordered. I couldn't believe such a cruel rule would exist. What did I do so wrong, as to deserve such a painful punishment? Why do they even bother with this facade of giving us reasons, before they joyfully whip us? I was starting to realize that my lot as a slave meant nothing more than being constantly degraded and whipped at will, without the slightest cause or provocation.

   On seeing Miss. Elaina raise her whip, I instinctively tensed my behind. Within a split second my entire body was consumed with pain. The shock to my body was so severe, that for a few moments I couldn't breathe. When the pain finally subsided enough for me to catch my breath, I burst out in fresh tears. I was so tired and in such intense pain, that I knew I couldn't withstand another four lashes.

   Frantically, I tried to think of a way out of this punishment! Finally out of desperation, I found myself begging Miss. Elaina. "Please, please Miss. Elaina! I'll do any thing you want, just hold off for a few minutes while I recover!"

   Miss. Elaina shrugged, "Stay still slave. If you so much as utter another word, I will start the count from zero. Be thankful that I'm not demanding that you raise your ass before each lash. Now shut up or I will give you a real reason to cry!"

   I had no doubt that she would carry out her threat. Feeling totally defeated and depressed, I resigned myself to the simple fact - there was no escaping the tremendous agony that was to be inflicted on me. Irrationally, I thought maybe if I wouldn't look as Miss. Elaina raised her whip, it would somehow hurt less.

   To my great sorrow - I was dead wrong! If anything, the pain was even more gripping than before. Not only did I have to deal with the intense pain which was invading my entire body, but I had to concentrate to fight my natural impulse of bringing my hands to my poor behind. Only the threat of receiving an additional penalty made me keep my hands at their place.

   In sheer terror, I awaited the arrival of the third stroke. Unable to help myself, I glanced at Miss. Elaina as she raised her whip high. My hands started to shake violently, as I held off my reflex of fending of the blow.

   With natural ease, I watched the whip descend on my poor behind. I bellowed in sheer agony! I so wanted to beg Miss. Elaina for a respite. But i didn’t dare. My first day as a slave, and i was already offering my body to be cut by the whip!

I clenched my arms tightly as i awaited the next lash. When it landed, my head involuntarily went up like a shocked pony and smashed back down onto the hard mattress.

Before i could prepare for the final blow, Miss. Elaina let loose. I swear that she put extra muscle into it. The pain completely engulfed my body and even the relief that the punishment was over, failed to calm me down. I was on the verge of hysteria and my body was shaking out of control.

   Miss. Elaina coolly put the whip down on the bed next to me, as if nothing serious happened.    In a soothing voice, she told me; "Well done slave. The pain will wear off by morning. Now come, place your hands behind your back."

  This time I rushed to obey the order, but had difficulty controlling my shaking hands long enough to bring them behind me.

   After gently cuffing my hands together, she crudely kissed me on my burning ass. Wishing me `pleasant dreams', Miss Elaina closed the light and left me alone in the room.

   I fidgeted around in agony, while rubbing my flaming ass to relieve the pain somewhat. But my efforts proved futile, and the pain lingered on.

   My mind kept replaying the events i had undergone since my arrival. I felt certain that whatever happened to me next could not possibly match the pain and humiliation I had already undergone.  

   Feeling somewhat comforted that the worst had already past, I fell into a fidgety sleep

    

CHAPTER 9

 

     Sleeping on a horrid mattress with your hands cuffed behind your back is hardly conducive for a refreshing sleep. To add to my woes, my ass and hand were still burning from the earlier lashes. But i was deeply exhausted and i kept drifting in and out of sleep. I dreamt that i was back in my country of birth, celebrating my eighteenth birthday – the legal day of age in Grecolo. I was dressed in a specially designed, long flowing white linen skirt, topped by a glittering metallic silver blouse of the finest softest silk.

    One by one my `friends' took their turns in the procession line, offering tributes worthy to someone of my esteemed station. However, the perfunctory method in which they were given, only served to exasperate the deep void I had felt all my life. I needed love and warmth to ignite my empty soul and fill the overwhelming void.

   Sometime later i found myself finally alone and i took the opportunity to investigate the room to see who had come to pay me and my family their respects. Out of the corner of my eye i noticed a girl in a corner of the room sitting at a table spinning the little umbrella that had come with her drink.

She looked vaguely familiar but i could not quite place her. She was my age and despite being a few pounds overweight was downright stunning! But her looks were secondary to the way she carried herself. Her demeanor was most intimidating and i could see all the males in the room staring at her. Interestingly they all seemed too afraid to approach her.

I experienced an almost magnetic pull to go meet her, but just like her male admirers - i too felt a sense of inferiority that seemed to freeze my feet to the ground. It was quite disconcerting to be in my own home and at my own party celebrating my ascent to womanhood, and yet was subdued by a guest to the point of panic.

The girl sensed i was staring at her and she coolly looked up and made direct eye contact. Her green eyes bore into me and i quickly looked away from her penetrating gaze. She gave a smug laugh and right than and their i instinctively knew that i was in the presence of someone who is superior to me.

  A persistent voice filtered through my sub-conscious. "Mikah, Mikah, time to get up."  I peeked  open my eyes and saw Roberta tugging at my arm. As i gathered my bearings i realized that the dream had caused me to sweat profusely.

  I could still sense the haunting girl in my dream and i couldn't shake off the feeling that there was some real connection to her. I was tremendously disoriented and i tried desperately to remember where i had seen the girl before. Suddenly it registered...

   She was one and the same as the stunning young lady in the slave market. I remembered how she had wiped my tears after I had been humiliatingly spanked by that awful ten-year-old brat.

   Life is so unfair! If life dictated that i was to join the dregs of slavery, than why couldn’t i be owned by a lady who actually commanded respect. At least than my life might have become tolerable.

    But what was the point in dwelling on the impossible. After all - wasn't it perfectly obvious that I was now the property of that obnoxious ten year old bitch and her mother!

   I could still remember the guard's exact words. "You're a lucky girl. Your new mistress is the young daughter of one of the most powerful and rich members of the council." What further proof could i possibly need?

   I tried to block off the growing sense of panic and doom that was engulfing me. It was clear to me that the shrew and her young bitch had purchased me for one exclusive purpose. To make my life a tormented living hell.

   But I would never let that happen! As soon as I confirmed that they were indeed my owners - I would immediately utilize the sole option left open to me. Death was certainly better than a life of non stop agony.

   "Are you alright, honey?"  Roberta asked with a concerned look on her face.

   "Yes, I'm fine. Thank-you," i lied.

   Roberta sat down on the bed next to me and released my hands from the cuffs. With a warm maternal touch she took my arms and gently massaged the circulation back into my hands.

   When she finished, I started to stand up in the position of respect but the look on Roberta’s face stopped me.

   "Oh' no, Mikah dear," the motherly Roberta said. "You must never show this type of respect to any red collar slave. Even a black collar slave gets no special respect, except that we address them as ma'am. Now come dear, lets get you dressed."

   Roberta handed me a very short pink mini skirt, which barely reached the upper folds of my thighs. I waited for Roberta to hand me the rest of my clothes, but she gently smiled and said. "I'm sorry dear. But I've been instructed to have you come to the dining room, dressed as you are. You are expected to learn that all rights to your body - belongs solely to Mistress. You no longer retain ownership over your body."

   For some reason being partially dressed seemed more humiliating than total nudity. I hesitatingly took Roberta's offered hand and followed her down to a huge dining area. There were approximately a hundred slaves present and it took all my self control not to shield my breasts with my hands. I instinctively slouched forward in a feeble attempt of modesty.

   Roberta placed her arm on my bare back and spoke softly in my ear; "Oh' no, dear. You must walk proudly, now that your body belongs to Mistress."

   With great reluctance, i straightened my shoulders out - which caused my breasts to swell out to their natural potential. I defiantly looked around; all set to challenge whomever might be staring at me. But to my surprise, no one ogled me.

  I darted my eyes across the room and was relieved to find that by no means did i own the exclusive rights of being clothes deprived. In fact, i counted no less than twenty slaves in partial states of undress. I even saw one striking women in her thirties and a boy around my age, both totally nude! Neither slave was stared at or for that matter, ignored. They just conversed naturally with their friends as if nothing at all was unusual.

   Becoming reassured that I was not the proverbial `Fish out of water,' - i started to somewhat relax.

   I took my time checking my new surroundings and it soon became apparent that this was not your sanitary antiseptic industrial dining room. I had assumed that the slaves facilities would be a direct reflection of our inherent hopelessness. Instead we were provided with a warm an exquisite dining hall.

   The first thing which caught one's eye was a breath-taking view of the water. The room was situated literally on the ocean. Mesmerized, i watched in awe as a ferocious wave rippled right towards us. The wave collided violently right onto the soundproof glass plate wall which separated the dining hall from the ocean beneath us.

   With my embarrassing state of nudity forgotten, i proceeded to explore my surrounding's more thoroughly. Around forty oak tables were perfectly set. A delicious aroma wafted from a buffet table set up alongside the far wall. Five male attendants in matching short red dresses were standing behind the table serving generous portions of chicken and beef, not to mention the numerous side dishes available.

   The entire situation seemed warped. My fellow slaves were all freely conversing and laughing while eating the mouth watering fare.

   I was coming to realize that my Mistress was not a fool - by any stretch of the imagination. I remembered the old saying, "A respected employee is a productive employee." Obviously Mistress's distorted motto was, "A well fed slave is an obedient and productive slave."

   'What fools', i thought to myself. Not in a million years, would i ever sell out my soul in exchange for some measly amenities. I couldn't believe such a transparent trick had fooled my fellow compatriots.

   Roberta seemed to read my thoughts.

"Mistress insists that all our facilities be equally beautiful. With time, you will learn that Mistress bestows on us her unbelievable kindness because she feels genuine concern for each and every slave she owns."

   Roberta just smiled at my expression of scornful contempt.

   Taking me by the hand - as my mother was wont to do - she led me to the buffet table.

   Roberta was certainly popular, for every person we passed stopped to say hello. I was introduced around and every one warmly welcomed me to my new home.

   "How wonderful to have you with us," or "What a beautiful child, welcome Mikah."

   I kept waiting for someone to comment on my bare tits, but although some people did causally look at them, they all took pains not to make me feel any additional un-ease.

   I, on the other hand, couldn't help but stare at two young men who were naked from the waist down! This was the first time i had ever seen a penis in the flesh. Both the sack and the penis were encased in a locked chastity device. My friends used to tell me stories of their sexual excitement at looking and touching a man their. My friends must have been exaggerating, for besides being curious, i felt nothing.

   I was so intent on studying the naked men, that i failed to notice Roberta returning from the buffet table - where she had gone to bring two plates of food for us.  

   "If you would like, we can go look at the men up close? If you ask, they must hold up their penis for your inspection!"

   My face reddened with embarrassment, but then i realized Roberta was quite serious.

   "I don't understand, Roberta. Why would they have to hold it up for me, if I'm just a slave?"

   "If you look closely Mikah, you'll see they have both been whipped on their thighs and penises. Whenever we are whipped, we proudly leave the marks of correction openly exposed for all to see. Every undressed slave you see in the estate has either been whipped in the last twenty four hours, or has been ordered to show their body. We are all encouraged to help that person re-find their true place - by letting them proudly show their whip marks of redemption. Does this make sense to you, Mikah?"

   My first reaction was, you're all crazy!!!

But as I found myself thinking about it, it actually made sense in a weird and nutty way.

   "So if someone asks to look at my breasts, must I hold it out for them?" 

   Roberta gave me her motherly smile, "No, dear girl - though you certainly may not hide it from view!"

   "But i still don't understand why my breasts need to be un-covered. After all - Miss. Elaina's punishment was on my behind?"

    The last thing i wanted was to exhibit my naked ass in public. But i was curious as to why i was being let off `easy'!"

   Roberta was quick with a ready reply.

   "You're right child! Usually, you would show the whip marks on your naked behind and answer truthfully as to why you were corrected. But Mistress gave explicit orders concerning you! You must be incredibly special Mikah, as it's very rare that Mistress involves herself with the training of a new slave."

   Great! The last thing I needed was `special' attention from Mistress. Still, i couldn't understand why Mistress was playing these games. After all, she had made it quite clear at the auction that i would receive numerous thrashings without mercy. So why didn't she simply order me to her room and administer her promised torture?

   I picked at my delicious food in nervous silence, while Roberta chatted happily with her friends. I spotted Daliah in the middle of a crowd talking and laughing at ease. I felt a surge of contempt that she had adjusted so quickly to being a slave! She was obviously enjoying being the center of attention despite the fact that she was totally naked! I shuddered to think how someone nearly twice my age, could surrender so quickly.

   I continued studying the different behaviors of the various people around me. I still had hopes that i would find at least one other person who had retained their self respect. The search proved fruitless, for i couldn't find even one slave who seemed defiant to their lot in life.

   A topless girl who seemed vaguely familiar approached me. It took a moment, but than i was able to place her. It was not her face that i remembered. It was her breasts! I recalled how i had recoiled in horror when i had seen her from the van with her breasts all covered with deep purple welts.

   Her welts were still fresh and had to be incredibly painful. However, this girl did not let the pain damper her spirits. In fact, she had actually dressed in a manner which called attention to her scarred breasts. She had changed from the open peach body suit that I had seen her wearing earlier to a clinging, pink - thigh length skirt. But as alluring as this sight was, everyone's eyes remained a foot north of her skirt.

   She had tied a colorful scarf under her breasts, which cause them to jut out proudly. The view of her emerging breasts was so sensationally lewd -  that i kept glancing at them. I felt humiliated for her.

   Roberta, who seemed to be making a career out of reading my thoughts, said.

   "Mikah sweetie, you must learn that her body belongs to Mistress just as much as ours do. Believe me, Erica feels great pride showing her whip marks for they represent Mistress's complete dominance over us. I will introduce you."

   Erica greeted me with a warmth usually reserved for old friends.

    "Mikah wants an up-close look at your breasts, so can you show it to her please?"

   I was appalled by Roberta request, but i couldn’t deny my fascination. Erica promptly placed her hands behind her neck while simultaneously rolling her shoulders back - resulting in her magnificent breasts deliciously jutting out.

   "Wow Erica, what did you ever do to deserve such a horrible punishment? It must be atrociously painful!"  I blurted.

   I halfway expected her to tell me how it was none of my business, but Erica reacted like it was a perfectly normal question.

   "Day before last, I was privileged to be an attendant at Mistress's bath. I carelessly looked up at Mistress while helping her into the tub. Though I'm sure Mistress noticed my indiscretion, she elected not to punish me for it.

   For the rest of the day, I kept visualizing Mistress naked in her bath. I knew my doing so was extremely disrespectful, so I kept trying to push the image out of my head. However, the harder I tried - the more vivid her body became in my mind! I reached the point where I started picturing Mistress's incredibly beautiful breasts touching my own. My entire body began to burn with sinful passion and I became unable to contain myself. Although I knew it was wrong, I started to softly fondle my breasts and than my pussy! Thank goodness I caught myself before I orgasmed. A deep feeling of shame and remorse overpowered me at what i had done.

In a desperate need to show my contrition and true submission to Mistress, I ran to Miss. Monica, to whom I tearfully confessed my misdeeds. I pleaded with her to punish me in order that I may re-learn my place as Mistress's lowly slave. Miss. Monica kindly agreed to oblige me and administered a fitting punishment. I received fifty hard lashes with the strap - squarely across my nipples!"

   As Erica spoke, i admired the amazingly thorough job preformed by Miss. Monica. The strap had mangled her orbs and nipples and the surrounding flesh into a bloody pulp.

   "To answer your question, Mikah," Erica continued. "Considering my repugnant behavior and gross disrespect towards Mistress, Miss Monica felt that i needed additional correction. She ordered that i beg anybody who asks why i was whipped, to slap my breasts a dozen times. So please dearest Mikah, will you slap my breasts?"

   What a perverse and depraved order! In an attempt to avoid my distasteful predicament, i asked Erica. "Can't I just give you a hug instead?"

   Erica smiled, but refused to give me relief. "I don't think Miss. Monica was offering a suggestion, Mikah. When a white collar Miss. says something, it's not negotiable. So come, slap my nipples as hard as you can so I can feel the pain of repentance I so richly deserve."

   Having no choice, I placed my shaking hands on Erica's very raw and swollen breasts. I was careful where I placed my hands, for her breasts had many deep cuts that were oozing with tiny droplets of blood. I fortified myself and gingerly slapped my hand once across her breast. Erica let out a quick gasp of pain.

  "That was pathetic Mikah!" Roberta admonished. "You must slap them with purpose. Now start again."

   Fighting off my self consciousness, i raised my right hand and quickly hit her twice flush across the front of her breasts. A loud squelch of agony escaped through Erica's clenched lips, but she kept her breasts perfectly in place. 

I felt an inexplicable rush of excitement as i hit her once again. And than again! With each blow Erica wobbled from the intense pain and i could see that her composure was becoming forced. I paused for a few seconds for Erica to collect herself. With a deep breath, i smacked my open palms against the side of her breasts - first from right to left, and than backhanded from left to right.

  The rush of adrenaline i was having had dissipated my shyness. The sixth slap re-opened one of her wounds and it started to ooze blood.

  "Six more," Roberta demanded.

   Without thinking, my hand shot out and slapped her much harder across both breasts at the same time. I confess that my heart leaped when i saw that Erica had tears in her eyes.

  My response to her tears was three more downward slaps - which were closer to open palm punches - that landed on the upper part of her orbs.  A piercing scream of agony rang out, causing the attention of everyone to be diverted to us.  Erica was openly crying, and i felt a guilty pleasure from it.

  Almost in a trance, i reached back and powerfully slapped her right on her bleeding tits. Before she could even gasp i quickly hit her again. I was about to eagerly hit her yet again when Roberta's voice cut me short.

"That’s 12! Enough. Well done Mikah."

  I glanced up to see Erica's reaction. The streaming tears rolling down her face left no doubt of the intense agony she was in. Her tears only served to make me more excited. Never before in my life had i ever experience such raw excitement. Knowing i was the cause of Erica's immense pain was downright thrilling!

    I was sure Erica would be angry that I had gotten so carried away. However, rather than being angry - Erica seemed grateful and at peace.

   "Thank you Mikah. I truly appreciate your helping me."

   I was about to reply when a blaring loud siren shook the dining hall. I instinctively ducked for cover. For more than a year Grecolo had been besieged with air raids and missile attacks from Genesis forces. One time a missle had landed 30 feet from where i had been crouching. The sound of this siren instantly brought back the gripping panic that came with each air raid siren.

   Roberta knelt down next to me and gently stroked my hair. "Its ok Mikah. Your safe. The siren is just a bell to notify everybody that the break is over and its time to get back to work."

   Roberta remained with me while i fought to regain my composure. After a few minutes I got up, and by than the dining hall had totally emptied out.

   Still somewhat shaken Roberta escorted me out of the dining room. She gave my arm a squeeze and told me, "You are a very special girl Mikah. Now we must go prepare you to meet Mistress. It's ok to be nervous, but I promise you that everything will work out just fine."

  I tried to ask her how she knew, but my mouth had totaly dried up. So having little choice in the matter, i meekly followed Roberta to my reservation with doom.

CHAPTER 10

    You can well imagine how the 24 hours or so since my 'sale' had been a roller-coaster of emotions. Despite Miss. Elaina's best efforts to break my spirit i was still strong and i had resisted all attempts to assimilate me to my new surroundings. Yes, my 'pride' had taken a few hits, but on the whole my natural self confidence remained strong as ever.

   I was convinced that the solution of how to survive being a slave was: 'Obey promptly with your body, while keeping ownership of your soul'!

   I was brooding alone in my room, anxiously awaiting the biggest challenge i might ever have - the meeting with my Mistress!

  I was becoming antsy because Roberta had told me that she would soon be back and at least half an hour had already passed. The last thing i needed was to arrive late to my 'initiation; with Mistress! When Roberta finally did open the door, i was stunned to see her in tears. She wore no top and with mighty good reason. Her breasts were bleeding from a very severe whipping!

   Roberta answered my horrified look.  "Miss. Elaina feels that I coddled you in your punishment of Erica. As a result Erica was deprived of the pain she deserves and I also permitted you to dis-obey a direct order. As your guide I should have insisted you obey the order fully. Miss. Elaina was kind enough to help me make up for my mistake. I received fifty of Miss. Elaina's hardest lashes across my breasts and nipples, so I may share the same pain Erica is experiencing. Now Mikah, Miss. Elaina demands that you make up for your mistake, by inflicting on my breasts the most pain you can for a full 15 minutes!"

   Saying that, Roberta placed her hands behind her neck and thrust her breasts out to me.

   I just stood there - shocked beyond belief! Didn't she see that Miss Elaina was just bitching to cause us grief? I fortified myself to dis-obey this order. I didn’t care what Miss Elaina's retribution may be. After all, Roberta was not some stranger who i could care less about. In my short time on this estate i had come to look at Roberta as a motherly figure and it grieved me to see her writhing in such pain. Worse yet - Miss. Elaina had blamed me as an excuse to cause her incredible agony!

   I searched Roberta's face for some sign of support or defiance but she just stared back expectantly. I couldn't help but admire her resolve and courage, for she knew well how the slightest touch would bring her fresh waves of agony.

    As I continued to hesitate, Roberta tonelessly told me, "Miss. Elaina will be joining us soon and she better be satisfied with your efforts. I know Miss. Elaina when she is displeased, and I fear her reaction would be to rip both our breasts to shreds if she feels that we dis-obeyed her!!!"

  "I don't care! I refuse to play Miss. Elaina's game! Let her whip me!" i shouted defiantly.

  "I will count to five and you will start Mikah!" Roberta's voice sharpened even more. "It is not my place or YOURS to question the order of a superior!"

  "But Miss. Elaina wasn’t even in the room. How does she even know what happened? This isn’t fair!!!" I was still shouting as i trembled with righteous indignation.

Roberta's only response was to start counting; "One - Two - Three...."

   "Fine, if your too dumb to know that this is stupid stupid stupid...  than you deserve it," i flared at her angrily.

  I approached Roberta and hesitatingly slapped her softly on her bleeding breasts.

  "It's now 6:47. Keep going till at least 7:02," was Roberta's gasped response to my assault.

  After a few seconds i hit her softly again....

   "Stop dis-obeying orders! Raise your hand and bring it firmly down with all your strength! Or bite down hard on my nipples! Do not let my tears interfere with my punishment!" Roberta commanded.

    Despairingly, I bought my hand slightly harder across Roberta's left breast. I remained intent on not hurting this poor brainwashed woman more than what was absolutely necessary, but despite my best efforts, violent shock waves of pain still swept through her body. She quickly recovered and once again prompted me to proceed with her punishment.

   Following each slap, I stopped to observe Roberta's feeble attempt of trying to contain the agony. I watched mesmerized as her body underwent different stages of pain.

   At first she began to twitch. But as I continued, soft as my blows were, her body progressively shook harder and harder - until Roberta reacted with full-fledged convulsions.

   I became petrified that the damage being done to her breasts would be Ir-revocable. I looked up to meet Roberta's eyes, but they were frozen in a wild glassy stare. Even her tears had ceased to shed, due to what I assumed was an overload of pain.

   "Enough is enough! I refuse to hurt you anymore!" I didn't mean to yell at her, but i was incensed that she was just standing their allowing this to happen.

   I deliberately stepped back a few feet and folded my arms in obstinate protest.

   I waited anxiously for Roberta's eyes to regain their focus. I worried what her reaction would be. I suppose i was expecting her to be warm and motherly, or - at the very least - show a sympathetic appreciation of what 'I' was going through.

   But I never dreamed that she would be so coldly furious!

   "How! Dare! You! Disobey! Miss.! Elaina's! Orders!!!???" Roberta seethed. "Get back here at once, and do what you're told!"

   Her blazing eyes bore into me, but it didn't faze me. I matched her icy stare and spoke through my clenched teeth. "If you think I'll be a party to your masochistic games, then you're truly nuts. And you could go tell your precious Elaina that i think she's a sadistic nut case - and that i'd rather die then yield to her!"

   Roberta let down her arms and somewhat relaxed her intensive posture. I could tell that she was trying to decide how to best deal with me. After a couple of minutes, Roberta's face began transforming to their former softness - but i still refused to let my own guard down!

   I just stood there rigidly, still in my 'showdown' mode.

   Roberta managed to surprise me. She didn't get angry or even utter a single reproach! Instead, she simply walked over to me and enfolded me in a maternal embrace. After a brief token resistance, i surrendered and laid my head down on her bare shoulder.

   I was trembling in fury and righteous indignation, and i wasn’t about to back down. With a loving squeeze - Roberta led me over to the bed and sat us down. I snuggled myself next to her and cried quietly as she lightly stroked my hair.

   "Come sweetie, tell me what's bothering you..."

   The question was so ludicrous, i nearly burst out laughing.”Well, nothing of any particular importance. I guess I'm just having the typical teenager problems. You know - like what makeup should I wear and which boy should i go to the dance with. Oh' yes, I nearly forgot: Theirs also the slight matter that I AM NOW A SLAVE!!!"

   Roberta took my sarcasm in stride. "Yes Mikah, you are a slave! But everything that I've seen and heard about you, leads me to believe that you will successfully adjust to your new life. You don't strike me as the type of girl who perpetually feels self pity!"

   Roberta leaned over, and kissed me softly on my hair. She continued to hold me close, while pleading with me with obvious genuine concern: "Mikah, please - please believe me! I know that right now your life seems bleak, but I promise you - you have a marvelous future to look forward to! So much so - that Mistress herself is taking special interest in your progress. In all my years here, I have never seen Mistress so excited about a new slave!"

   Despite Roberta's efforts, i remained quite skeptical. It's not that i doubted Roberta's sincerity, but i couldn't help but wonder if she had lost her sense of objectivity.

   "Excuse me Roberta, but you have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about! Should i tell you why that bitch who you call 'Mistress' - is so interested in me? It's because she wants to play games with my mind before torturing my body!"

   Roberta pulled my head back and looked quizzically at me. For some inexplicable reason,  i desperately wanted her to be my ally. Before she could say a word - i pressed on.

   "No! It's true!" i whimpered. "Maybe you'll believe me if i tell you what happened at the slave market. You probably already know that both your 'Mistress' and her bratty kid inspected me at the auction. Well…… i 'dared' to look at them and they just blew a fuse. The 'Mistress mommy' started screeching  and slapping me! She swore that after buying me, she would inflict a brutal thrashing until i beg her to kill me! But she wont kill me. Instead she told me that i would become a horse for her precious little brat! I suppose a masochistic like you - would look forward to such a pitiful life! But i don't! As far as I'm concerned, theirs only one future which I'm looking forward to. My after-life!"

   I waited for Roberta to respond, but she just sat there with a puzzled expression on her face. I watched her eyes glaze over and she became immersed in deep thought. It was obvious that her brain was grappling with how to respond to me.

   It wasn't too long before Roberta broke the silence. She pulled me close to her and quietly said.

   "Mikah, you're right. I have absolutely no idea what happened to you in the slave market. But I do know what's going on right here! I have it on good authority that Mistress is highly impressed by you. So much so, that she intends to be personally involved in your training. Trust me on this Mikah! If Mistress desired to thrash you before converting you into a pet, she'd just do it! Mistress does not need to play pretentious games. I promise you, Mistress has wonderful expectations from you!"

  

     Roberta paused for a moment while continuing to stroke my hair. “Let me assure you Mikah. Mistress's personal interest in you is both incredibly rare and quite genuine!"

   I searched deep into Roberta's penetrating eyes, but failed to see any signs of calculated deceit or misgiving's. Clearly, Roberta believed what she was saying.  

   For the first time in a long while, i started to feel a tiny gleam of hope. Maybe, just maybe - my life would be tolerable.

   I couldn't find the right words to thank Roberta, so i simply whispered, "Thank-you Roberta."

   "You're quite welcome. Now come, we must continue with my punishment!"

   I was horrified! How could i possibly hurt this gentle sweet woman yet again!

   "Roberta? Why don't I just pretend to hurt you? After all, your breasts are so marked up already, that Elaina would never be able to tell if i hurt you or not!"

   Out of nowhere, Roberta slapped me hard across my face!

   "If I ever hear you addressing a superior dis-respectfully again, I will personally ensure that you're punished severely. Do you understand?"

   I was burning with anger at Roberta's sudden betrayal to me. In a cold bitter voice, I told her.                                                    

   "Yes Roberta. Yes Ma'am!"

   Roberta tried to take my hand in hers but i emphatically resisted.

    "You must understand Mikah,"  Roberta pleaded. "We are all extensions of Mistress herself. Every slave must thrive on being Mistress’s possession. A slaves rank represents how close their link is to Mistress. The very fact that Miss. Elaina attained a white-collar rank proves that she's more in-tuned to Mistress then me. It's Miss. Elaina's spiritual connection to Mistress, which I must respect and obey! Disobeying Miss. Elaina's orders is synonymous to disobeying Mistress herself! And under no circumstances will I ever disobey Mistress!"

   To my acute amazement, i actually understood where Roberta was coming from. Still, there remained a gaping flaw which troubled me.

   "So let me see if i got this right. If i decide not to hurt you, then you'll tell Miss. Elaina that i disobeyed her orders! And to reward you for your honesty, Miss. Elaina will whip us both across our breasts! Am I correct?" i queried.

   "Yes Mikah. Undoubtedly, that's what would happen!"

   "But! i responded. "Even if i begin hurting you now, you'll still have to tell Miss. Elaina that we spent all this time talking. And something tells me that Miss. Elaina isn't exactly the sort of person who'd be sympathetic and understanding! So no matter what i do - we'll still end up getting punished!"

  I felt triumphant in my logic!

   "Mikah, let's stop these childish games! You understand perfectly well that if I defy Miss. Elaina's orders it would be the equivalent to my denying Mistress's complete authority over me! No! I refuse to show such gross disrespect to Mistress! However, I do understand that right now your obedience is solely contingent on your fear of punishment. I also concede that it is now impossible to fulfill Miss Elaina's order, since she will be arriving very soon. So how about we make a deal?"

  I stared at her in dis-belief. Roberta would break a rule for me? I was amazed... What happened to all that crap about serving Mistress with honor.....  Apparently when push comes to shove, Roberta was willing to be deceitful to avoid pain.

"If you agree to spend the next seven - eight minutes causing me as much pain as you possibly can, then I'll refrain from telling Miss. Elaina that we didn’t totally obey her! But you must also promise me that you'll complete the remaining allotted time of my punishment - on some later occasion. Is it a deal?" Roberta asked in complete sincerity.

  It didn't take me long to think about it. After all, i didn’t have much of an alternative. And besides, if Roberta was so intent on receiving pain - then why should i stop her!

   "Yes Roberta. It's a deal!"

   "Good! Now let's get started."

   Roberta stood up and walked to the center of the room. She once again placed her hands behind her neck, thrusting out her breasts in an inviting pose.

   Roberta was right. I did fear the punishment! So much so, that i was willing to hit her just to avoid my being whipped!

   I raised my right hand and smacked my palm down on Roberta's luscious breasts! Ignoring her moans of pain, i proceeded to continually strike her with increasing strength.

   After ten blows i searched Roberta's crying eyes. Her massive agony was clearly displayed in her sobbing tears. I brushed off my sympathy for her and i didn't even give her a chance to recover. Instead i continued to quickly strike her across her bleeding udders.    

   Roberta fought desperately to stay up on her two feet. To my shame, i realized that i was once again feeling the amazing pleasure of dominating another woman. First Erica and now Roberta. What was wrong with me?

   Discovering my darker side, i continued to spank her with more and more strength until i found myself delivering blows with all my energy, squarely on her open cuts!

  Roberta's rolling tears were dripping down onto her breasts, but she had yet to scream out her anguish. The darkness of my soul became determined to cause Roberta to lose her dignified composure.  I simultaneously crushed both my hands into Roberta's swollen purplish bruises. I did this again and again with no intervals.

   As my excitement steadily increased, i could feel it's fire spreading throughout my body and stimulating my pussy. What a joy it was to watch Roberta's face contort with the pain! The incessant heat in my loins were pleading for release.

    Obeying an urge to feel closer contact with her soft full breasts, i started to fondle and caress them. I pulled out her nipples and bit down hard on the very tips. This finally got the reaction i wanted, and Roberta screamed in tortured agony!

   I found her scream to be incredibly stimulating, and i chewed on her nipples for a full minute.

   While Roberta's body convulsed in torment, i slowly lowered my hand to explore the wonderful sensations in my pussy.

   In a sobbing choking voice Roberta gasped; "No Mikah, you belong to Mistress, and it's for Mistress alone to decide who may touch your pussy."

   Reluctantly, i pulled my hands away from my throbbing wet pussy. I felt angry and un-satisfied - and took out my ensuing frustrations on Roberta breasts! Despite her screams and tears, i gave her a wicked spanking which she wouldn't soon forget.

   I was so engrossed in punishing Roberta, that i failed at first to notice that Miss. Elaina had entered the room and was watching my cruel display of depravity! I was amazed the time had passed by so quickly.

   Roberta immediately went into the proper position of respect – inter-locking her hands tightly behind her back and spreading her leg's apart. I hastened to follow suit.

   Miss. Elaina walked over and inspected the fresh bleeding cuts on Roberta's breasts. She seemed satisfied, for she gave Roberta a big hug and reassured her of how good a slave she was. She gave Roberta a long lingering kiss on each breast.

   I don't know how, but I sensed Roberta's tears had changed. What had previously been tears of pure pain had now changed to tears of contentment of serving her Mistress well. I found it amazing that Roberta could be so happy, despite the total agony her body was in.

   Miss. Elaina quickly reverted back to her familiar 'cold and bossy' form. She addressed me with her typical scorn.

   "Roberta will now prepare you for our Mistress. I will return for you in half an hour. Be ready slave!"

   With a toss of her hair, the bitch left.  The reminder that i was about to meet my 'Mistress served as a terrific remedy of removing my heightened sexual excitement. In it's place i felt the cold grip of fear and dread.

CHAPTER 11

   

   An awkward silence ensued. I knew my despicable behavior towards Roberta was inexcusable. It was bad enough i had actually acquiesced to deliver Roberta's punishment. But to my great shame, my participation had not stopped with merely following the orders given me.

   My original reluctance had turned into excitement, while my despair of whipping Roberta had reverted to joy. Try as i might, there was no way to deny i had thoroughly enjoyed thrashing her!

   "Oh my wonderful sweet darling," Roberta whispered to me - as she placed her arms around me. "I know you must be feeling very confused now, but don't worry Mikah, you did the right thing! In fact you should be delighted you helped me with my penance. Because of you, I will be able to better serve Mistress."

   Her attempted words of comfort only served to make me feel worse.

   "But you don't understand," i tried to fight off the urge to cry. "I didn't hurt you because i was ordered to. I most certainly didn't hurt you to help you become a better slave. I hurt you solely for my own enjoyment and pleasure. I'm just a mean bitch!"

   Suddenly the dam's burst open and i started to sob uncontrollably. Roberta held me in a close embrace, all the while stroking my hair softly.

   "I forgive you, sweetheart. One day you will eventually appreciate that the only pleasure's and joy's worthwhile are those that come through serving Mistress well. All other pleasure's are superficial and are simply not worth having."

   I didn't quite understand what Roberta meant; Still, i was most relieved that Roberta was not angry at me - despite the great agony i had inflicted on her breasts. I continued to just stand there and enjoy her warm consoling embrace, while slowly recomposing myself.

   After a few minutes, Roberta broke the silence with a kiss on my forehead. "Come Mikah, we must get you dressed. Miss. Elaina will be here soon to escort you to Mistress." 

   I reluctantly dis-engaged from Roberta's hug. Taking me by the hand, she led me to the bed where some clothes had been neatly laid out. I was expecting Roberta to hand me `slave' clothes - slutty and clingy - which would leave my body openly exposed. So i was pleasantly surprised when she handed me a shining new white lace bra with a matching pair of panties. The panties fit snugly on my ass.

   This was followed by a white flowing linen skirt which reached down to my ankles. The material was so fine and sheer, that every movement felt like a soft caress. My outfit was completed with a slinky soft white top, with a teasing hint of transparency to it. Roberta sat me down in front of a vanity table and brushed my hair until it shined. She told me to pucker my lips, and expertly applied some deep red lipstick. She brushed some make up on my cheeks and pronounced me ready. Leading me to a full size mirror on the wall, we took a look at the results.

   A reflection of a young lady on the threshold of womanhood stared back at me. Dressed as i was all in white, i realized that i was indeed a vision of unbridled youth and innocence.

   I wondered if Mistress would allow me the opportunity of enjoying this wondrous time in a woman's life??

   "Roberta, what is Mistress like?" When no answer was forthcoming, i tried again.

   "Is Mistress nice, or will she whip me terribly hard?"

   I could hear fear and trepidation and even some resentment in my voice.

    Roberta gently turned me around to face her. "Oh no, my sweet dear Mikah, please don't be frightened. Mistress is the warmest and most wonderful woman in the universe. Mistress's soul is filled with love and genuine compassion."

   "You mean i won't be whipped then?" i asked hopefully.

   "Yes Mikah, Mistress will most definitely whip you! And yes, the pain will often be incredibly severe! But I promise, you will soon come to appreciate every second Mistress spends with you. Even when Mistress summons you for a harsh 'correction' you still wouldn't want to trade places with anyone in the world."

   "Since you obviously enjoy being whipped by Mistress so much, why don't we trade places?"

   My sarcasm was swept aside by Roberta.

   "I only wish I could. Mistress hasn't honored me with that privilege for over eight months. Believe me, I'm dying with jealousy."

   "Do you really mean it?" i attacked her savagely.  "Let's suppose tomorrow afternoon, Mistress gathers together all of her fawning slaves. After we're all assembled in the courtyard, our 'beloved Mistress' comes out to address us. Of course we all immediately prostrate to the ground so we can show her our utmost respect and love. A hush falls over us as Mistress starts to speak.

   Does she tell us we may stand? Of course not! Instead, she begins: `My slaves and property.' Are you with me so far Roberta?" i demanded harshly.

   Roberta smiled sadly at me, but remained silent. Switching to a mean and nasty voice, i continued.

   `"Slaves, I need a very special volunteer! This very lucky individual will receive the wonderful privilege of being thrashed by me, personally, beyond the very point of unconsciousness! You may even die! But poor little me, I sooo desperately need to unwind for I've had such a long and tiring day lounging by the pool. Perhaps the pleasure of whipping someone will help relax me...

    But since I'm so loving, caring and perfect, I'd rather not have to force anyone to help me. And so, would anyone be kind enough to volunteer?'”

   I looked meanly at Roberta and with bitterness seeping out i bluntly challenged her.

  “Now honestly, Roberta, do you really think any slave would freely volunteer?" 

   I felt sure my question would help show Roberta how totally ridiculous she was being.

   Roberta remained silent for so long, that i assumed she was ignoring my `question'.

   Finally, speaking in a very deliberate tone, she answered;

   "I strongly disapprove your mocking Mistress. I know you are still young and naive, but I can not let it pass. Mistress will have to be notified of your insolence!"

   My heart instantly jumped in panic. I glared at Roberta.

   "Words have consequences Missy! Don't you look at me like I'm betraying you. Believe me, I think you are a lovely child and I have only your best interests in mind."

   Roberta reached out and took my hand in hers as she continued.  "Now, despite your insolence, I'll still answer your question to the best of my limited abilities. Do you enjoy music, Mikah?"

   The sudden shift in topic threw me off. "Uh, i guess."

   "Would you agree that music is a marvelously soothing form of art?"

    I nodded warily.

   "Never the less their are some people who fail to appreciate music and its wondrous qualities. Now just because some people lack this appreciation, does that make music any less wonderful?"

   "Of course not.” i replied. “If a person fails to appreciate music, i would agree that they are just dumb!"

   "Exactly dear,” Roberta softly nodded her head. “The same concept applies here. True, there might be some slaves lacking the sensitivity needed to appreciate how superior Mistress is. But this is a failure in the slave and does not diminish the fact that being a slave to Mistress is the most fulfilling achievement that we will ever have and it must be cherished. Some slaves are fortunate and have the natural gift of submitting themselves to Mistress’s will, while others need some additional guidance. The whip is a merely a useful tool that helps us find our submission."

  "I guess i'm just not one of the lucky ones than." i felt silly giving such a dumb reply. 

   Roberta just ignored me.  "To answer your original question dear, those of us who relish being a part of Mistress's life, would gladly offer our bodies and our very lives if it would please Mistress. Period! We find that our submission towards Mistress is the very essence of what makes our lives worthwhile and satisfying. The pain is insignificant when compared to the primary purpose of our lives. Fulfilling even the tiniest desire of Mistress, is reason enough to willingly sacrifice our bodies."

   "So you would enjoy the whipping?" i asked curiously.

  "Yes and no. Submission does not make the whipping any less painful. But the pain becomes secondary to the positive reassurance of our true places as complete slaves to Mistress. Can you understand this Mikah?" Roberta asked.

   "Well Roberta, I could definitely understand that a person needs to find happiness in life. However, I really doubt if serving a Mistress constitutes as being 'happy'. What makes her better than me? Say we had won the war, should she be serving me instead?"

   Roberta laughed. "I cant even fathom Mistress ever serving anybody! Mistress's superiority is overwhelming!"

   "Roberta," i pressed on, "it's a fact that many cruel nations in history have won wars. Just because she is fortunate to be on the side that won, does not make her superior!!"

   "I know you are smarter than me Mikah, so I wont debate you. I will just say this, do not scorn the power of 'fate'. Fate decided that Genesis will win and rule over us."

   I thought about this for a few seconds. "Fate did not beat us! We lost because Genesis's war machine is brutal and well better armed than us. Not because Genesis or your Mistress is superior! If we possessed the weaponry that Genesis has, than we would have shoved your precious 'fate' into smithereens."

     Roberta sighed. "Think whatever you want, but I'm confident that in six months time - you will admit that I was right."

   As I thought about Roberta's reply, i couldn't decide which was worse: If she was right, than in six months time i would be completely brainwashed, yet - weirdly content. But if i didn’t capitulate to my new life, than i would have a miserable future of constant pain and humiliation.

   Was retaining ownership of your mind and soul so vital, as to be worth perpetual pain? I wished i knew the answer.

   My mind shifted back to my immediate future. I was confident that for tonight at least, i would be able to stay strong and not submit myself to Mistress. I was dearly praying i would not have to face Mistress alone. Having others with me would give me moral support, and also every time Mistress would be dealing with someone else - i would get a chance to regroup.

   I hoped and prayed that Daliah and the two other male slaves who had been purchased with me would be with me at this 'initiation'. After all, Mistress owned hundred's of slaves and couldn't possibly have the time or inclination to view each and every one on an individual basis.

   "Roberta?"  I prompted.

   "What sweetheart?"

   "Who else is coming with me to see Mistress?" i asked nervously.

   "Well, Miss Elaina is going to escort you."

   "O.K., but isn't anyone else coming? I thought maybe Daliah, or the two other new, um, people that were brought with me, might also be there with me?" 

   Roberta looked thoughtful for a moment, but just as she was about to answer, Miss. Elaina marched through the door.

   I forgot to assume the position of respect, but fortunately, i was looking at Roberta as she jumped into the proper position. I resentfully followed suit. I was hoping my hesitation and attitude had escaped Miss. Elaina's attention, but to my dismay, i was wrong.

   "How dare you not show me respect the second i enter a room? What... do you think you're my equal? Well - do you slut?"

   "No, Miss. Elaina." I lied angrily.

   "I should punish you now, but we mustn't keep Mistress waiting. Oh', don't be disappointed, for when we get back I will give you a lesson you won't soon forget. Should I happen to forget, will you please be kind enough to remind me?"

   Seething with hate, I was forced to reply,

  "Yes, Miss. Elaina."

   "You better, slave, if you know what's good for you! Roberta, stay here until we return. And you, you impudent little bitch, follow me. Don't you dare walk beside me like we're friends. At all times you are to walk three steps behind me. Now come!"

     `Like you are worthy of being my friend,' but i managed to catch myself before actually uttering it out-loud.

   With a last sorrowful look of plea to my dear friend Roberta, i turned and followed Miss. Elaina to my meeting of doom.

CHAPTER 12                  

     Miss. Elaina set off at a brisk pace with me following dutifully three steps behind her. It was one of those rare nights, where the air was so incredibly alive, that it physically lifted you're spirits - and made you feel like one with nature.

   This was the first time since our surrender three weeks ago, that i was allowed an extended walk outdoors. Despite my anxiety of what was to come, i couldn’t help but enjoy the wonderful night air mingling gently with the sweet ocean aromas.

   Despite my best efforts to block out where i was heading to, i found myself unable to ignore my queasiness and simply enjoy the moment.

   For weeks now i had kept hoping that my capture was all a dream, and that soon Lilly - my lifelong nanny - would wake me up from this terrible nightmare.

   But with Miss. Elaina walking just three steps ahead of me, i was constantly reminded by her presence that this was not a dream. I was a slave now, would be a slave tomorrow, and in all probabilities, i would die a slave!!!

   All I could possibly do was to make the best of it. But with overseer's like Miss. Elaina, i knew making the best of it was not going to be easy. Still, i remained adamant not to allow some horrid bitch, be it Miss. Elaina or ‘Mistress’, to get the best of me!

   My thoughts drifted back to Daliah and the two slaves who had been brought with me. `Please, oh' please' I prayed, though to no deity in particular: Don't let me be alone with Mistress.

   "Mikah!" Miss Elaina's voice startled me out of my reverie.

   "Yes, Miss. Elaina."

   "From now on you answer me the first time I call you. Do you understand me, slave?"

   "Yes Miss. Elaina."

    "I turn around to check on you and do you know what I see? That you, like an arrogant little bitch, are looking all around you as if you own this place. Now walk like a good obedient slave, with your head bowed respectfully and eyes cast down to the ground. I better not ever catch you with your head up again. I will not stand for that kind of insolence," Miss Elaina told me.

   "Yes Miss. Elaina." I replied in a monotone. Walking three feet behind her, i kept looking up at her ass, where her two nether globes could be seen swaying smugly from under her light peach skirt.

   I started dreaming of a future day; I would be holding a long snaking whip, and very very slowly i would be flaying Miss. Elaina alive. I would start by giving her a hundred searing blows across her small back and than work my way down to her pretty little ass! After making sure the wretch couldn't endure another stroke, i would nonchalantly toss the whip aside. She would have so many cuts and bruises, that her blood would be dripping - like water from a leaky faucet!

   I was so absorbed with my imagination, that i nearly bumped into Miss. Elaina, who had come to a sudden stop. I cautiously peeked up to see why we were stopping.

   Four people were approaching us from the opposite direction. As they neared us, i could make out Daliah walking with the two new male slaves. They were being escorted by a young lady, who though she couldn't possibly have been older than fifteen, had already achieved the distinction of having a white collar.

   My heart momentarily jumped with my delight at seeing them. For once my `prayers' had been answered. I didn't mean to be vindictive, but i was absolutely thrilled that i would not be facing Mistress or her whip, alone.

   The foursome came to a stop next to us. While the two ranking 'women' greeted each other, the rest of us meekly stood in the position of respect. To be honest, it didn't even occur to me that we were to assume the position, for after all this was only a momentary stop. Non-the-less i followed the lead of my fellow slaves.

   "Mikah, wish Miss. Sandi good evening."

   Glancing up, i wished her good evening, all the while taking the opportunity of looking her over. Unquestionably, both Miss. Elaina and Miss. Sandi were each incredibly beautiful, but they were as different as two women can be,

   Miss. Elaina's face and demeanor could best be described by her petulant, sulky, and arrogant attitude. And these were her good points!

   Clearly, Miss. Sandi wouldn't be mistaken as Miss. Elaina's younger sister. For one thing, her gorgeous face did not portray the slightest shadow of cruelty or meanness.

   In fact, her very demeanor exuded an open gentleness and kindness, yet she still retained the aura of a 'woman' in command. A young lady like this was considerably more effective and dangerous than Miss. Elaina could ever hope to be.

   Whereas i could see both of these ladies whipping equally hard and commanding the fear so necessary in a slave, yet - only Miss. Sandi would be respected as well.

   Miss. Sandy calmly waited for my curiosity to be satisfied before returning my greeting.

   "Welcome Mikah. I heard so much about you. Roberta was absolutely raving on how smart and wonderful you are. I look forward to getting to know you better," Miss Sandi warmly gushed.

    I was momentarily confused, for this was certainly not the greeting i had expected. I was pleased to see however that i had her pegged right.

   "Thank-you Miss Sandi, and please tell Roberta i think she's wonderful too."

   I sensed Miss. Elaina's seething stare, and i guessed she was none to pleased at the familiarity displayed between Miss. Sandi and myself. But either Miss. Sandi failed to notice the stare, or she elected to ignore it - for she gave me a gentle smile and said.

   "I see Roberta was right, you are a marvelous addition to our family."

   This was simply too much for Miss. Elaina.

   With her anger thinly veiled, she decided to put things in their `proper' perspective.

    "Mikah, did you know that Sandi here was once under my wing as well. Of course this was before Mistress choose to elevate her to a white collar. How long has it been now since you were promoted, Sandi darling?" Miss Elaina's scorn was thick.

   Miss. Sandy impressed me with her composure, for if i had been in her shoes i would have screeched back, `Shut up you miserable bitch.'

    Miss. Sandi merely smiled, "Mistress graced me with this honor three weeks ago, yesterday. In fact, I'm now returning from my first solo assignment!"                                                                                    

   "Oh, really? And just what assignment were you given?" Miss Elaina asked.  

   "Mistress wants me to train these three new additions in the proper manners of conduct and obedience. We are now returning from their introductory meeting with Mistress."

   "Humph! Well Mistress must know what she's doing. But it sure seems to be a difficult assignment, considering your lack of expertise and experience. If you need any help in controlling them, you know where to find me." Miss Elaina offered.

   "That's very nice of you, but I'm sure I'll be just fine. After all, Mistress never designates jobs unless she feels secure that we are capable of accomplishing the task," Miss. Sandi replied.

   My mind was racing as i absorbed this disturbing news. For some reason, Mistress was purposely singling me out! Otherwise, i would have been interviewed with the other three. This did not bode well for me.

    As if this wasn't bad enough, it seemed evident that i was to be 'trained' by Miss. Elaina, while my three compatriots were to be trained by the much more amicable Miss. Sandi. It seemed nothing was ever going to go right for me!

    There was however, one small encouraging item which i noticed. From what i could see, it seemed that none of the three had been whipped all that hard by Mistress. Maybe i too would get lucky, and be spared the extensive pain that i had been despondently awaiting.      

    Miss. Elaina coldly wished a good night to Miss. Sandi, commenting on how we must not keep Mistress waiting. With a curt reminder to me to stay a respectful three paces back of her, we set off once again.

    As we got closer to our destination, i noticed how there were less and less people mingling outside. Miss Elaina cut through a patch of orange trees and than i saw in the distant shadows a large mansion. Approaching the magnificent structure i was able to see that regardless of what one may think of Mistress, there was no denying her great wealth and impeccable taste.

    The house had at least fifty rooms! The building itself was designed out of whole huge blocks of stone, reminiscent of ancient middle east history. All in all, it was a breathtaking and imposing sight.

    Miss. Elaina led me to a side door, but before opening it, she turned to address me. This time i remembered and i obediently assumed the position of respect.

    "No Mikah, not here!" i was told rudely.  “Mistress does not deem it proper for us to receive respect within the confounds of her house. So put your arms down - quickly. Now listen carefully, slave. Inside we will encounter some women who have either a pink or silver collar. You must immediately kneel to them. You may not look up at them past their feet, and under no circumstances are you to move or speak in their presence! The pink and silver collars signify that they are personal slaves to Mistress herself. Since they are of such a high rank, they are permitted to order us to do whatever they wish! They have unlimited rights.”

  Miss Elaina added crossly, “You better remember to kneel, or it would look bad for me as your trainer. And believe me girly, you will be very sorry if you ever make me look bad. Now follow me." 

   Without waiting for a reply she opened the side door and ushered me in.

This is the last chapter of book one! Book two is much longer, and will be posted under the name 'Metamorphosis of a slave: Mikah's choice'  The authors will be myself, together with my husband/slave. The book has been completed, but it needs editing, which is one of the most boring thing a person could ever do!

In all honesty, both my h/s and myself preferred book 2. It's gets deeper into Mikah's psyche.

Ch 13

      Miss. Elaina led me to a changing room. She pointed to a locker and instructed, "remove your slippers!"

   Miss. Elaina took off her shoes as well while coldly informing me that no slave was permitted in the house wearing shoes underwear or bra.

   "So i should take my bra and panties off?" i asked.  i really didn't want to, but was worried that Miss. Elaina might be trying to get me in trouble, and was ‘forgetting' to tell me to do so.

    "No bitch! Do only what you're told, and do not open your mouth again without permission. Do you understand that, slave?"

   I hate you! I hate you!! I hate you!!!

   "Yes Miss. Elaina."

  "Kneel," the order was so abrupt that i had to roll the word over in mind until I grasped it.

  "Well, do it already!" Miss Elaina shrilled.

  I awkwardly went on my knees and automatically smoothed out my scrunched up skirt.

  "That was pathetic! Don’t you know how to kneel elegantly? Also, don’t you ever dare adjust your clothing in the presence of a superior. Now do it again." Miss Elaina ordered.

  Die... Die... Die...Bitch!!!

  I quickly stood up and tried kneeling again.

  "Just horrible! Watch me," Miss. Elaina instructed.

  Miss Elaina kept perfect balance as she knelt on both her knees and with one fluid motion she spread her thighs well apart. I watched closely as she placed her upturned hands humbly on her thighs, and bowed her head a drop towards the floor. As much as i despised Miss. Elaina, i had to admit that she was a vision of stunning submission.

  Miss Elaina effortlessly stood up, and demanded. "Now practice until i tell you to stop."

  Feeling completely pathetic, i continuously stood up and than knelt on both knees - spreading my legs and bowing my head. I was becoming dizzy when thankfully Miss. Elaina held up her hand in a 'stop' motion while i was still on both knees.

  "We are expected soon, so your training will continue later. Now tag along."

   Taking my position three steps behind her, i followed her down the corridor. I halfway expected to see slaves dressed in seductive clothing, lounging around as they waited for their Mistress’s summons. But if there were such slaves to be found in the house, they were not to be seen in the halls. In fact, the house was so quiet and darkly elegant; it made one feel as if we were in some beautiful sanctuary.

    Miss. Elaina stopped at a door, knocked, and ushered me in. My heart started racing, as i braced myself in anticipation of meeting my Mistress. I quickly glanced around, but apparently Mistress was not in this room. The sole occupant in the room, (which appeared to be a reception office) was a slightly plump woman in her upper twenties. I had been so caught up in looking around for Mistress, that i failed to notice the pink slave collar the lady was wearing.

   It was Miss. Elaina who inadvertently reminded me to kneel, their-by saving me from a probable punishment. For as soon as i saw Miss. Elaina start to kneel, i immediately followed suit. I'm sure the last thing she intended was to save me from a punishment, but she had no choice but to kneel to her superior as well.

   Miss. Elaina and I waited on the floor side by side and waited for instructions. The 'receptionist'  continued working at her desk for a few more minutes before addressing us.

   "Good evening, Mikah. My name is Matron Sharon and I'm the night receptionist for Mistress. In a few minutes Elaina will take you over to Matron Debrah who will prepare you for your meeting with Mistress. But first, Mistress has given me certain instructions regarding Elaina. Elaina, please stand up!"

   I peeked at Miss. Elaina as she got up to her feet and it was clear from her reaction that this order was far from ordinary.

   She seemed unaware that her tight peach skirt had ridden its way up to the top of her upper thighs. I hated to admit it, but she had stunning legs. Whatever i might think of Miss. Elaina's personally, there was no denying her dazzling beauty.

    Miss. Elaina placed her hands behind her neck, causing her proud breasts to strain against the tight fabric of her soft white top. Noticing how we were enjoying this lewd view of her, she in-obtrusively wriggled her hips in the hope that her skirt would straighten out.

   Matron Sharon sharply reprimanded her:

   "I did not give you permission to adjust your clothing! You know better than that! Now stand in the proper position."

   I could see Miss. Elaina blush, as she interlocked her arms behind her neck. I didn’t buy her act, as it seemed pretty obvious that Miss. Elaina was the sort of women who enjoyed the admiration her beauty received.

   Matron Sharon gave her next order. "Elaina, take your clothes off!"

   With a petulant shrug, Miss. Elaina proceeded to remove her clothing. Reaching back to unzip the back of her skirt, she rolled it down her wonderfully toned thighs, and allowed her skirt to flutter down to the floor. She than reached up, and with a flourish, removed her tight white top. Now completely naked, she re-assumed her position of respect, but made it clear that no respect was intended. Matron Sharon, choosing to ignore this insolent behavior, just gazed coolly at Miss. Elaina's magnificently nude body!

    Miss. Elaina continued to pose for her, well aware of how beautiful and lithe her body was. In fact, Miss. Elaina was a rare breed, the sort who looked even better in the nude than she did with seductive clothing! Her dark pubic hair was neatly trimmed, and formed an upside down letter 'T'. .

   "Mikah. I want you to look closely at Elaina."

    "Yes, Matron Sharon."

    "Elaina, spread your legs wider and bend over. Good girl. Now place your hands on your ass and spread your cheeks wide open. No Elaina, you could spread it wider than that. Much better!"

  I wasn’t even the center of Matron Sharron’s attention, and i was feeling the force of her personality. Miss. Elaina was clearly over matched.

    "Mikah, will you please go over to that shelf in the corner and bring me the jar of lubricant?" Matron Sharon 'asked' me sweetly.

    I jumped up and quickly did as ordered. I glanced up at Miss. Elaina and her facial reactions made it obvious that she knew exactly what the Vaseline was to be used for! In fact, I could even detect a tantalizing hint of panic exuding from Miss. Elaina! What was the significance of Vaseline - that it had the power to scare a person - even someone well trained like Miss. Elaina?

   "Thank-you dear. Set it down on the table, and then go to my desk and bring me the dildo that’s on it."

    I had no idea what a dildo was, but Matron Sharon anticipated me and told me that it was the large rubber penis lying on her desk. I knew my curiosity of what this 'penis' would be used for - would soon be satisfied.

    I handed it to Matron Sharon and resumed my kneeling next to Miss. Elaina. I watched in a stupor as Matron Sharon took the dildo and walked in front of Miss. Elaina.

    All the while that Matron Sharon spoke, Miss. Elaina never once took her eyes off the dildo that was dangling from her superior's hand. From the transparent fear on Miss. Elaina's face, i understood that the dildo was about to cause her great pain.

    "Elaina, Mistress ordered that i insert this eight inches in! I expect you to behave properly as i insert it and act like a slave worthy of a white collar. Do I make myself clear?"

    "Yes, Matron Sharon." Did I actually hear a whimper in Miss. Elaina's voice? What a sweet sweet sound, when your tormentor whimpers in fear. However, i made sure to hide my pleasure, for i knew Miss. Elaina would later torture me tenfold if she felt that i was enjoying her suffering.

    "Mikah, dip your right finger in the Vaseline up to your knuckle."

  I once again hastened to my feet and rushed to obey Matron Sharron.

  I stood with my finger slushy with Vaseline and awaited further instructions.

   "Now stand behind Elaina and with one quick thrust, plunge your finger into Elaina's ass - as deeply as you can!"

    I know this might make me seem stupid and overly innocent. But until that very moment, i didn't have the slightest inkling what the Vaseline or dildo was to be used for. I had naturally assumed that Matron Sharon was going to place the dildo in Miss. Elaina's cunt.

    When i finally realized what Matron Sharron's true intent was, i involuntarily shuddered.

    My eyes went automatically to the dildo Matron Sharon was holding, and i estimated the width to be at least the size of my fist. No wonder Miss. Elaina was whimpering in fear. I couldn't even imagine the pain of having something so large inserted into my rear anatomy. As much as i despised Miss. Elaina, i couldn't help but feel a trifle sympathetic towards her.

    Only a trifle mind you! The rest of me was looking forward to seeing Miss. Elaina get her just desserts.

    Placing my finger at the tip of Miss. Elaina's ass hole, i took a deep breath - and plunged my finger inside her! Her rear entry was much tighter than i had anticipated, and on my first try - i managed to bring only half my finger up her ass. Their seemed to be alot of resistance within her rear canal.

   I withdrew my finger and tried again. This time - i thrust my finger into her with all my strength!

    I overcame her natural defenses and found my finger slithering right up Miss. Elaina's ass. I had no problem immersing it clear up to my knuckle, deep inside Miss. Elaina's bottom. Miss. Elaina's behind shivered and twisted from discomfort, but except for a soft groan, she remained perfectly still.

    "Very good, dear. Now withdraw your finger and watch."

    I took my place at Miss. Elaina's side, and i excitedly observed the thrilling proceedings. I was amazed how drastically my personality was changing in such a short period of time.

    I had always been known as the 'goody two shoes' and innocent Mikah - and now here i was, actually looking forward to watching a fellow human being suffer!

    Matron Sharon stepped behind Miss. Elaina. I wasn't totally convinced yet that she really intended to place this huge dildo up her butt. If my finger, which was so much smaller than the dildo, had found Miss. Elaina's rear hole a tight fit - then how on earth would this much larger dildo ever be made to squeeze in?

    Matron Sharon quickly dispelled any doubts as to her intentions, as she brought the rubber phallus up to the tip of Miss. Elaina's rear hole. An involuntary shudder could be visibly seen as Miss. Elaina waited nervously for the invasion to begin.

    But like a good obedient slave, she kept her rear cheeks spread widely open. Of course it was also in her own best interests to keep it as open as possible, their-by giving an easier path for the dildo to go up her ass.

    "Are you ready, Elaina?"

    With only the barest of hesitations, Miss. Elaina's reply firmly came.

    "Yes, Matron Sharon. I am honored to accept whatever Mistress orders me to undergo!"

    There was an unfamiliar tone in Miss. Elaina's voice. The submission and love to her Mistress could be clearly heard and seemed quite sincere. This was a new facet of Miss. Elaina which i had not seen before. The difference was not merely in her tone of voice, but in her body language as well. I was surprised yet again by what Miss. Elaina asked next.

    "Please Matron Sharon, may I take a moment to bow down to Mistress - in order to express my complete devotion and love I have for her?" 

   I couldn't believe my ears! Miss. Elaina actually wanted to bow down to the very person responsible for the great pain she was about to receive. But it was obvious that Miss. Elaina's desire to show this love and devotion was genuine. In fact, from her manner of asking, I got the impression she was even a little desperate to subjugate herself to Mistress.

    "Of course you may bow down to Mistress! You may do so for 1 minute, and than I expect you to resume this position."

   "Thank-you, Matron Sharon."

    I watched in fascination as Miss. Elaina went down to her knees. From this position, she servilely lowered her face straight down to the floor and placed her hands flat down beside her face in a show of total inferiority to Mistress. It was barely audible, but i thought i could hear her whimpering in submission.

    Miss. Elaina's reverence and love for Mistress was so strong, that even a bystander like me was able to physically feel it. In fact, Miss. Elaina's respect and submission was so sincere - i found myself re-evaluating my opinions which i had formed about Mistress.

    It was one thing for someone sweet and un-assuming like Roberta to love and cherish her Mistress. Roberta having no capability of hate or undue ego, would naturally submit herself to anyone who was her Mistress. But when someone selfish and egocentric like Miss. Elaina showed the same devotion, it had to mean there was something deeply special about Mistress. It scared me to think that Mistress just might be someone who was worthy of being obeyed and loved!

    I felt chills running down my spine, when for the briefest moment - i actually wished that i too would be able to lose myself in a powerful love for Mistress.

    When i became cognizant of my feelings, i was furious with myself!

    `Damn it, Mikah!' my inner voice screamed out at me! `What happened to your great resolve to never submit your soul to anybody. You haven't even faced her yet and already you're fantasizing  bowing down to her.'

    But as i looked at Miss. Elaina bowing on the floor, she seemed so serene and content, that i couldn't help but feel envious of her.

    Once more, the overriding question which i knew needed to be faced - ran through my mind:

    What if my only possible path to happiness was by submitting myself to Mistress? Was submission to high of a price to pay for contentment?

   I knew the answer would eventually come and there was no point in worrying about it now.

    I continued to worry anyway!

    My attention reverted back to Miss. Elaina, as she slowly rose from the floor. She appeared to be very relaxed and in peace with herself. Without being prompted, she once again bent over and spread her ass wide for the dildo. Though the fear of the pain was still visible on her face, nevertheless she seemed actually eager to accept whatever may come.

    Matron Sharon calmly stood directly behind Miss. Elaina. I watched intently from my vantage point, where i was afforded with a splendid view of Miss. Elaina's beautifully toned ass cheeks.

    Matron Sharon probed her finger in and around Miss. Elaina's anus before asking her if she was ready to accept Mistress’s decision.

    "Yes Matron Sharon, I am privileged to have this opportunity of obeying Mistress!" Miss. Elaina whispered.

    "Very well then. But be warned! The path will be more difficult, now that the Vaseline has dried up some. Do not use this as an excuse to wiggle around or to move out of position. Now Elaina, part your cheeks as wide as you can!"

    Miss. Elaina tightened the grip on her ass as she opened the passageway to her narrow hole as much as was humanly possible. She tensed up, as the tip of the dildo touched the entrance to her rear. I remembered how small her rear entrance really was and i watched with the greatest curiosity as to how Matron Sharon planned to put something so big, into a hole so small.

   Incredibly, all it took was one quick thrust and the head of the dildo disappeared inside the yawning ass. A scream of terror and pain rang out, so shrill - that it sent chills racing through me. Miss. Elaina's body racked with pain, and her hands clenched her ass so tight that they were turning white. But despite her torment, Miss. Elaina stayed in place. Even when Matron Sharon withdrew the rubber penis by an inch so as to reinsert it more deeply, Miss. Elaina stayed submissively still.

    With one tremendous final thrust, the dildo slithered the desired eight inches into Miss. Elaina's ass, accompanied by the most heart-wrenching scream i had ever heard in my life.

   Letting go of the handle, Matron Sharon ordered her victim to straighten up and stand in the position of respect. Clearly, this was not something Miss. Elaina looked forward too. She very cautiously started to rise, but as she did so - a sudden spasm of pain could be seen invading her to the very roots of her soul. Her hands darted involuntarily to her behind, in an instinctive effort of relieving the agony.

    I hadn't seen Matron Sharon picking up a whip, but even before Miss. Elaina's hands had reached her buttocks, the whip was already on its way. It landed cleanly on her thighs, and a bright crimson gash appeared where the lash had struck.

    With a little jump, Miss. Elaina wailed, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it just hurts so much. I'll behave now, I promise."

    "I know this is difficult, but you must do as you're told. I will give you one more lash to help you remember." With out waiting for an answering reply, the lash sang its way down on to her poor behind. Miss. Elaina succeeded in accepting this extra reminder, with only a sharp intake of breath acknowledging the blow. After the second lash had fallen, Miss. Elaina quickly straightened up to the position of respect.

    Her face plainly told the story of how every movement was agonizingly painful for her.   

    "Elaina, you are to escort Mikah to Matron Debrah's office, where you will receive further instructions. Mikah - make sure to kneel in front of Matron Debrah, as this time Elaina won't be their to remind you!"

    And I thought Matron Sharon had failed to notice my earlier oversight.

    "Mikah, I want you to walk behind Elaina while holding the handle of the dildo. Be very careful to keep it immersed the entire eight inches. Come here and take a close look."

    My heart started to pound as I approached Miss. Elaina's out-swelled buttocks. The excitement of watching Miss Elaina under-go her ordeal was quickly intensifying. The stirrings which i had felt in my loins throughout the day, was now climbing to new heights.

    As instructed, i peered closely at her distorted outstretched ass. There was no doubt about it - Miss. Elaina's ass looked even more magnificent stretched to its limits.

    "Do you see this mark?"

    Looking to where Matron Sharon had pointed, I saw a mark imbedded into the rubber, with the number `8' right under it.

    "Yes, Matron Sharon."

    "At all times, the dildo must remain immersed at least up to this mark - inside Elaina's behind. So as you follow her, hold the handle in such a way that it won't accidentally pull out. Should the dildo become immersed more than the designated eight inches, that is fine. Now hold it, and follow Elaina."

    After giving me a moment to hold on to the dildo, Miss. Elaina set off at a very slow pace. From the way she gingerly walked, i knew each step she took - brought fresh waves of pain to her. She was still crying a bit and every few seconds a convulsion of tears escaped her.

  I made damn sure to keep the rubber penis in place as i closely followed behind her.

  Miss. Elaina kept the pace very deliberate, to ensure that the dildo wouldn't accidentally be pulled out of her. But this was unlikely to happen, for I was actually pressing the dildo in as I walked.

    The mark of the `8' disappeared inside her, only to be replaced by a new mark, `8.5'. I felt a thrill when i realized i had pushed it another half inch inside her.

    After a three minute walk, which must have seemed a lot longer to Miss. Elaina, we arrived at our destination. Miss. Elaina instructed me to knock on the door. I reluctantly released my hold of the dildo, and did as instructed.              

    Being told to enter, i cautiously opened the door to Matron Debrah's office. I closed the door behind me and than gracefully lowered myself to my knees in a humble show of respect. Feeling only a trifle awkward, i realized that kneeling to another person was something that i was already getting used to.

    I was ordered to stand by a voice which seemed vaguely familiar. Sneaking a peek at Matron Debrah, i immediately recognized her as my escort from the slave market.

    It was incredible how I had adjusted so much already. I remembered my shock when the guards had knelt to Matron Debrah when we had first arrived. Just twelve hours later, i too was kneeling to her as if it was my second nature.

    "You look absolutely beautiful, child! Did you get some rest?"

    "Yes, thank you Matron Debrah."

    "Good. In a few minutes I will escort you to Mistress. However, I want you to understand what's expected from you.

    Firstly, you must bow down all the way to the floor - whenever you are in Mistress’s presence. This is true weather you are summoned to her, or if she merely passes by you. To do otherwise is considered extremely disrespectful and an appropriate punishment will be administered! Any hesitation to bow down or to obey Mistress’s orders are a sign that you do not know your place. It doesn't matter if you're sick, or exhausted or in tremendous pain, you must always remember your place. Do you understand this?" Matron Debrah asked.

    "Yes, Matron Debrah." Strangely enough, i really did understand the concept. A slave was not permitted to have human frailties, particularly in the presence of their Mistress.

    The only problem was, that though i knew i was a slave, i still didn't feel like one. However, something told me that no matter how i currently felt, it would not be long before i too would be introduced to the harsh demands of slavery, and would fall prey to the degradation of submission.

    "You're a very good girl, Mikah. Now come, and I will escort you to Mistress's chambers."

    Matron Debrah led me out through an alternate door and down a long spacious corridor. Half a minute later i was ushered into a very comfortable room.

    "This is Mistress's anteroom. Her office is right there on the other side of the double doors. Stand right here facing the doors and place yourself in the position of respect. When Mistress desires your presence, you will be called for! Meanwhile, as befitting a slave who's in her Mistress's chambers - you are to stay perfectly still. I don't care if a bee is buzzing around you, you will allow it to sting you, rather than move an inch. Do I make myself clear?" Matron Debrah demanded.

    "Yes, Matron Debrah."

   Matron Debrah reached out and tenderly stroked my face. With a smile of encouragement, she disappeared through the double doors and left me to my thoughts.

   I dwelled on the importance of what the next hour would bring, and how it would in all likelihood change my life forever! I am not one to unduly exaggerate, but without a doubt - the next hour or so would be the most difficult anyone could ever endure. It was strange just standing their, knowing that very soon i might well be screaming in agony, while the will of my soul might well be bending in submission to my Mistress.

    I was only capable of standing still for so long before starting to get all antsy. So in defiance of Matron Debrah's specific orders, i took my eyes of the double doors, and started to cautiously look around.

    It took me only a second to spot her! I could not believe i had been in this room now for five whole minutes and yet failed to notice how i was not alone. In the left corner behind me, Miss. Elaina was bowing down towards Mistress's room. Her back was arched downward, which left her rump on prominent display. The tail of the dildo was swaying gently to her breathing and looked quite natural sticking out of her ass.

    Miss. Elaina hadn't stirred once the entire time i had been in the room. As her eyes and forehead were touching the floor in a most submissive fashion, I doubted she was even aware that i was gazing at her.

   I was tempted to whisper to her just to see her reaction, but i realized this was not school where you could ignore the orders given you with impunity. Whereas in school the worst punishment you may receive was detention or maybe 6 with a cane, here - a death sentence was not out of the realms of possibility.

    I turned back to face the doors, and lucky for me i did so. The doors were so quiet; they failed to give any warning of their being opened.

    Matron Debrah emerged from the room and instructed me to follow her. My heart started to race in fright and anticipation, as i tried to convince myself that i had been in worst situations. After all, hadn't i survived months on end of missile bombardment?.

    But i knew this was different. I was able to guard against the bombs by staying in my reinforced bunker. But if Mistress made up her mind to whip me until all my blood flowed out of my body, i would be helpless to her whims.

    For the first time in my life, i was at the complete mercy of someone else. Maybe, just maybe, I'll be lucky - and Mistress would turn out to be a sweet and understanding woman.

    I didn't count on it though!

The saga continues in Book 2: Metamorphosis of a slave: Mikah's choice.