Lord Dagmar’s Estate

Back in her room, lunch could only be described as minimal. A cheese sandwich and an apple had been left in the middle of the stone floor for Laura, as she had been given no breakfast, and not knowing when more food would be coming, she devoured it hungrily and sipped water from the basin tap. Tessa had left her to go and attend to other matters but had left the thin leather collar around her neck. From what Laura had learnt about the subject before she had been summoned here she knew it would probably be staying there a while.

Finishing her very light lunch she sat on her bench and wondered what lay in store for her during the afternoon. Some kind of sports match, the teacher had hinted this morning. Laura contemplated what sports they might play here as she let the sunlight warm her back as it streamed through the window. She had discovered the window when she had returned from the class; it was covered by a pair of heavy wooden shutters, but when she opened it gave a view that proved she was in a partially hollowed out mountain like the video had suggested. It gave her the chance to see two things; firstly how vast the estate was, she even had a view of the fabled mansion in the distance, and secondly how futile any sort of escape was from here.

Done with lunch and now with nothing to do she began inspecting the room in more detail, taking inventory of what she had; a hairbrush and a couple of hair bands that Tessa had given her, a flannel and towel next to the basin, and her collar. Not much, but now, after this mornings class she had one hundred credits to work with so she went to the mirror, and like they had been shown tapped it three times and brought up the touch screen information system. Lots of it was blanked out and would only be available to her as she progressed through the hierarchy here, but the shop and jobs buttons were illuminated and ready for her use as well as a general information page telling her she was a ‘slut slave’, a thermometer style bar showed her how far she had to travel before she became just a ‘slave’, at the moment it was very low.

Checking the shop pages again Laura found herself restricted by her lowly position. Only a few items were on sale, hair bands, a sponge and a single pair of high heeled slip on shoes. Laura found that all she could afford with her one hundred was the hair bands and as she had some already she decided to save her precious little until she had more access. Turning to the jobs section she was equally disappointed as it was empty, now with her options exhausted she wondered what she was going to do next.

Before she had long to dwell on her lack of options the door to her room was opened and Tessa strutted back in with her coquettish smile and playful manner. Seeing Laura’s downcast face she approached and circling Laura’s waist cooed in her ear and asked.

“What’s the matter with my little slave?”

Laura was annoyed at the childish way in which she was being treated, but mindful of the whip and crop that Tessa carried she explained her lack of access to any of the items or jobs. To which Tessa just chuckled.

“That will come in time; you have to earn those rights though. Don’t worry the jobs will appear soon, they are not on there now because you have a game this afternoon. Which, is of course one of the reasons I’m here. Now be a good slave and face the bed, spread your legs a bit and place your hands on the bed.”

A second was obviously too long to hesitate and Laura received a sharp smack from the crop on her right buttock.

“Come on now,” Tessa said, still with the gleeful smile on her face, “or the next one will be on a less well padded area.”

Laura quickly turned to the bed, her face turning as scarlet as her smarting ass, she knew she had a good figure and a bum a lot of girls would give up a leg for, but Tessa’s tiny ass, held in by the tight rubber, made her embarrassed to be next to her. She kept still has she felt padded leather cuffs being clasped around each ankle. Laura waited for them to be pulled together or attached but Tessa had turned her attention to her arms, folding them across her back she tied each wrist to the opposite elbow but leaving a long length dangling free. Laura now stood with her shoulders pulled back, making her breasts push out. Humming to herself Tessa used the loose length to tie an elaborate set of loops around her breasts making them poke further out. Satisfied with her handy work she stood back to look over her slave.

“Right, now we just need one more thing to finish.” Tessa said and reached into a belt pouch.

When her hand emerged it was holding a red ball gag with rubber straps. Stepping in front of Laura she let her stand up before firmly taking a nipple in one hand.

“Now lets make this nice and easy,” she said, the impish smile never leaving her face.

Laura understood the implied threat and opened her mouth obediently. The taste of rubber made her think that she would probably be dribbling soon too. Tessa locked the gag in place under her pony tail and re-attached the leash that ran from her belt.

They left the room again with Laura feeling even more self aware than before. With her breasts thrust forward and mouth gagged open she was sure people they past were looking her over, sizing her up. Laura found that the leash and collar actually provided some comfort. Her mind was sure she would be pounced and abused if she was left in these corridors tied like this and alone. A part of her mind was worried by this dependency on her jailer, but for now she was willing to accept the comfort it brought.

The journey through the twisting maze of corridors ended this time in a room not unlike a sports locker room. Benches lined the wall and lockers filled up one wall, Laura could not see them containing anything like normal clothing though. With her in the room she counted ten other women and their guards, outfitted in the same way, all with bright red gags. Seeing the drool coming from some of the other women’s mouths, hanging stingingly from their chins and in some cases dribbling onto their breasts made Laura aware of her own saliva making its way down her face.

Once the slave girls were all assembled the guards left and a monitor on the wall lit up, showing a computer generated image of a playing grid. A voiceover explained how they were one team and would occupy certain squares whilst the other team would be allowed to occupy others. The squares were about two by two meters and lit as to which team was allowed to use them. The object of the game was to get a football into a goal at the opponent’s end of the field, just like regular football. However, that was where the comparison ended, the grid system meant that only one girl could occupy a square at once and movement between squares was only allowed if you did not have the ball in your square. Having a goal scored against you or going into an illegal area would result in the loss of a player; once all players on one team were lost the other side had won. With the rules still spinning round their heads the doors at the other end of the room opened.

Emerging like bewildered sheep Laura found that they were on a short bridge leading to a raised platform containing the pitch they had been shown in the video. As soon as they had crossed the bridge it folded up against the door leaving them stranded on the platform with sheer drops off the sides. Away from the pitch around the sides of the stadium like room were grandstands with many rubber clad women watching the spectacle, some were like the guards and had full cat-suits, others had corsets or only bikini sets and some had elaborate dresses.

Another team had entered on the other side of the pitch, even from that distance Laura could see they all had matching blue gags. She also spotted Kate, her small figure and wide eyes making her look even more vulnerable. Laura was worried about being on an opposing team to her, but was glad that she had the chance to see the girl again.

A horn sounded and squares lit up on the pitch in the corresponding teams colours. Once the women had arranged themselves one to a square the horn sounded again and a ball was thrown onto the pitch. The separation of the squares made physical contact impossible without breaking the rules but left plenty of chances for interception as the ball was passed around. Unsure of themselves at first the game was cautious and slow to begin with, one girl on Laura’s team decided to use this to her advantage and pushed the attack sending the ball hurtling into the net past the surprised woman standing in the square in front of her goal. She was even more surprised when a second later the floor opened up and dropped her beneath the pitch with a muffled scream.

This development stunned the women playing and they took several seconds to respond to instructions to cycle their places so that new women now guarded the goals, looking quite nervous now.

Play continued with a sharper edge, the opposing team scoring a goal and dispatching another slave from the pitch. This stepped the game up another notch and the ball was played faster, the women reaching out with their legs to stop and control the passing sphere. On Laura’s team one girl got too ambitious and after jumping across her square to get to a hurtling ball landed outside the prescribed area. A horn sounded, red lights flashed in the floor and the terrified girl scrambled back onto her square, but it was too late, however, in stead of the instigator being dropped out of the game another member was plunged into the depths.

Things began to go badly after that, Laura’s team lost two more members and only managed to take one in reply, and following that rotation Laura found herself in front of the goal. Breathing deeply through her nose to try and calm her racing heart she managed to fend off two successive attacks on the goal. Watching the ball traverse the pitch several times she did not realise who the girl was standing before her until the ball was at her feet.

Kate had stopped the ball and left it a pace or two in front of her. Looking at her Laura could see the dribbling caused by her gag had run down over her breasts and was now coating her vagina before it would run down the smaller girls legs. Laura could not believe that the girl she had made a connection with the previous day, who had shared orgasms and joy with could condemn her to the pit below. It came as a shock then when Kate, narrowing her eyes lunged forward and struck the ball on a curved path around Laura and into the goal. Gob smacked, Laura stood frozen for a second before the floor opened up and she plunged below the platform.

Her fall was arrested shortly afterwards by netting strung below the playing field, she had not been able to see it from the platform but was truly grateful for it. She had landed on her front with her legs splayed, for a few moment she just stayed still catching her breath. When she had regained some composure she lifted her head and saw the other women lying in various positions, she also saw that the arena edge seating extended downwards so that the spectators could see the deposited women. Realising she had been lying there with her legs spread wide for anyone sitting in the stands behind her she tried to close them. It was then she found her ankles would not move. Her puzzlement was solved when she looked closely at the netting in front of her face and saw the metal wire braided through it. The cuffs around her ankles had wire in them too and had been electro magnetically attached to the net to stop her from moving.

So Laura laid there, ass spread for the spectators watching as other women dropped from the playing field. Her initial embarrassment had dampened and was now replaced by a feeling of betrayal by Kate, her scoring even though she knew what it would do to Laura left a bitter taste in her gagged mouth.

Eventually the rain of women from above came to an end, signalled by a triple horn blast and an announcement that the blue team had won. The red ball gag in Laura’s mouth now felt very large and uncomfortable as she was sure the teams would not just shake hands before heading home.

Above her the hatches reopened and ropes were lowered with a guard holding on. The winning team members were helped up and lifted off and onto the platform whilst the other women had a different fate. It was Tessa on the end of the rope that came down to collect Laura. She landed between Laura’s outstretched legs and gathered up her cuffed ankles. The magnetism release Laura closed her legs and unknowingly made it very easy for Tessa to snap the ankle cuffs together hobbling her. Next she attached to rope to them before having her and Laura hauled back up.

Tessa stepped off onto the pitch as Laura passed it inverted and was pulled up into a hole in the ceiling. After travelling up a short shaft she found herself still suspended and inverted with the other members of her team in another room. Along the walls of the square room protruded long, thick dildoes that curved upwards.

Once all of the loosing team was hanging in the room the floor hatches closed and they were lowered to the floor. With there hands still bound behind them and there ankles cuffed together they laid there waiting. It was not long before there guards came, each going to their charge, looking displeased and working in silence. One or two women tried a pathetic mewing around their gags, but were silenced with swift, sharp cracks of the crop. The guards brought more rope, tying it off so that it formed a belt then added more so that a line ran down from the knots between the breasts of the women down their fronts between their legs and back up and through a loop behind their crossed arms. Several of the guards including Tessa tied several knots in the rope where it passed between the legs of the slave.

Laura found the latest set of ropes did not add too much discomfort, it was not pulled tight through her crotch, but the knots rubbed slightly making her want to shift more to have them move against her pussy. Under the stern gaze of their guards the girls stood repentant. Once all the women were prepared in this way the guards stepped forward again. Laura found Tessa looking at her in a disappointed way, this worried her a lot as it was a big departure from the mischievous grins of the morning. Behind the slaves the guards attached the ropes that had pulled them up into the room onto loose ends of the new ropes that ended just above the arms of the bound slaves. The ropes began rising again, taking up the slack between Laura’s legs. Soon all the women were standing on tiptoes to take the weight off of the rope between their legs, swaying on there shackles legs but unable to fall over or sideways because of the ropes tied around their bodies. After a few seconds the guards all turned away and filed out leaving the women in their bondage. Laura guessed that this must be the punishment for losing the match.

She was partially right, but had not foreseen the next part as the winches started up again and muffled cries filled the room as the women were all slowly hoisted a few feet into the air. Now with all her weight pressing down into the knotted rope between her legs it bit into her slit and ass crack, burying itself as she struggled hopelessly against it. For a few minutes all eleven women in the room did the same, crying through their gags, then one by one they subdued and hung silently, some tearfully their bodies slowly twisting and turning on the end of the ropes.

A few minutes later the winning team was led into the room by their guards, they still had their blue gags in but the other ropes and shackles had been removed. As Laura watched with the rope becoming more and more uncomfortable between her legs each woman was led to one of the dildoes, turned to face into the room and had their hands shacked to bolt holes in the wall above their heads. Once all the team was in position a handful of crops were dropped in the middle of the room. It was explained that their reward was to fuck themselves on the dildoes they were cuffed next to and when they had all climaxed the cuffs would release. The guards did not explain any more, but the suspended girl’s precarious position and the pile of crops set off another round of futile struggling.

As the guards left the women all began rubbing themselves against the large dildoes pushing themselves onto the wide shafts. Some had more luck than others. Laura saw Kate had managed to get the tip into her vagina and was grinding herself on it her eyes unfocused. Another woman had gotten the dildo into her and was sliding up and down onto it, moving into a perpetual squat as she did so. Watching the bizarre display of self pleasure stirred feelings within Laura’s own sore crotch. She noticed though how one girl was obviously still very self conscious, probably especially so while she was being watched by the suspended women as well. With her arms held away from her body by the manacles and the exposure this created she was finding it hard to get herself going and successfully mount her phallus.

Around the room moans were coming from both sets of women, some of pleasure and some of pain. Soon the first of the dildo mounting women was arching her back in orgasm pushing herself down onto to the dildo, burying it deep in her and thrusting out her chest. As she rode the orgasm through her eyes snapped open in shock and her body quivered with pleasure. A few seconds after she had relaxed, still impaled deeply with the dildo she moaned loudly as it retracted by itself and withdrew into the wall. As the spent woman stood there, hanging against her chains Laura could see that as well as the woman’s own juices a thick white liquid was running down her leg. She realised that was the shocked expression on the woman’s face, the dildo had squirted what looked to be a large amount of liquid into her at the point of orgasm.

Around the room, one by one the other women were achieving climax and moaning as the dildoes pulled back out of them. Finally only the uncomfortable looking girl was left, and of course all eyes were now on her. The extra pressure this generated was obviously not helping but she had managed to get the dildo into her and now shut her eyes as she frantically jigged and ground herself upon it. Eventually her eyes opened. She looked terrified but the others could see she was approaching orgasm and her hips were working with or without her say so now. With a terrified look on her face she came once, then shrieking through the gag, again, as the dildo discharged into her, the pressure forcing the liquid out past her clit.

After the dildo had pulled itself from the woman’s pussy the manacles all released and they staggered away from the wall, a few collapsing on the ground. Slowly though they began to get up and tentatively at first, but with increasing boldness began to stroke and rub the suspended losers. Laura could feel a pair of hands massaging her butt, making her shift against the ropes, causing her to moan. She heard a sharp slap and saw one of the other girls shriek as a crop made contact with her bare backside. It was not long then before all the suspended women were being slapped and hit with the leather crops making them jig on their ropes, causing more moans of pain.

Looking down Laura saw Kate standing before her, holding a crop in one hand. A smile was on her face as she delivered two sharp whacks to Laura’s nipples. As Laura swung around on the end of her rope, waiting for the pain to subside the crop came down again against her pussy. Even partially protected by the rope it introduced Laura into a new world of pain as it shot up like a spike into her vagina. As she slowly spun on the end of the rope, other hits fell on her ass and clit, her word turned into a blooming fog of throbbing pain. As it continued she became detached from the reality around her, and even as the slaps fell against her own sore skin she was watching the other women moaning in their own bondage and feeling aroused by this. As the punishment continued the heat in her crotch grew and she could feel herself swelling. This in turn made her more sensitive and the pain increased again. Tears running down her face she weakly struggled in her ropes, her raw pussy, ass and breasts still under attack by the winning team. The pain kept her fro achieving orgasm, but watching the other women twist in this erotic torture and her own building of the ache inside her kept her aroused but unable to release.

Eventually, Laura realised she was lying on the ground, free of her ropes. Opening her eyes was a struggle and her jaw ached from wearing the gag that had now been mercifully removed. Once the losing slaves were all semi conscious they were herded out of the room and back to their own. A few could stagger but most including Laura spent most of their journey crawling, the raw pain between their legs making movement agonising. After some time and a lot of cajoling with crops the slaves made it back to their rooms.

Tessa helped a semi lucid Laura into the sunken bath, gave her a few sips of water from a straw and left. Lying their naked and ravaged Laura didn’t dare imagine how long her injuries would take to heal. As she laid their, she began to sob, too exhausted to move. The sobbing didn’t stop when she felt herself warming slowly, as the bath filled with a creamy white liquid, she didn’t even have the strength or will to move to escape whatever might be coming next. As her body became immersed in the liquid she drifted from conscious once again into an exhausted and thankfully dreamless sleep.