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NICOLE; JOUNEY OF A SLAVE
By Charles E. Campbell


CHAPTER 5
THE RING

Precisely at midnight, Sir Campbell's driver dropped Mistress Ilsa and Nicole
off in front of a small restaurant in TriBeCa. It looked the same as any one of
a number of small trendy bistros that were popular in New York. Mistress Ilsa
gave a tug on the leash that was clipped to the ring in Nicole's clit and urged
the young slave forward. When they entered the restaurant, Nicole was shocked to
see that it actually was a restaurant! The patrons very startled when they saw
the naked woman led through them and into a private dining room in the rear of
the building.

The room was lit only by candles that had been place in a ring around the
perimeter of the room. Mistress led Nicole to a raised platform in the center of
the ring of candles, and said, "Kneel!"

Nicole knelt as she was told, and bowed her head, so she heard, rather than
saw Mistress Ilsa leave the platform and her Master walk toward her. "Slave
Nicole," her Master began," Before we begin, you must make a statement that will
show that you understand your rights. Please spread your knees and look into the
mirror that it between them Look at the reflection of your cunt as you hear me
out."

You have two basic rights. One; you have the right to be Mine. You know how I
treat you, you are My slave, a possession, to be used by Me whenever, wherever,
and however I wish, for My pleasure and enjoyment alone. You may never refuse My
demands. Two; you have the right to not be mine. To be free, and continue with
your life as it was. In which case, you are to get up and leave at once,
immediately, and forever. Do you understand your rights, slave?"

"Yes, Master."

"Well then, what do you choose; freedom, or slavery?"

"I choose to be your slave, Master."

"Are you making this choice of your own free will?"

"Yes, Sir Campbell"

"Do you understand the implications of the choice of slavery?"

"Yes, Sir Campbell."

"Very well then, slave Nicole, renew your vows of slavery."

"With pride, Sir Campbell." Nicole pause for a moment to collect her
thoughts, and then she began: "I, slave Nicole, belong to Sir Campbell. He is my
Master, and I am His slave. My body is always naked before Him, as I am not
worthy to be clothed in His presence. My body is always available to Him,
whether it be for pain, pleasure, or humiliation. I proudly wear my slave collar
to proclaim to the world that I am a possession. My mouth, my cunt, and my ass
are open for His use. My breasts have been pierced and scarred as a sign of my
commitment to Him. I gratefully receive the kiss of His whip as a sign of His
total ownership of me. I joyfully accept His gifts of abuse and debasement as
signs that I am meeting His needs. I bear the pain of His lash with pride as I
sing a hymn of praise to Him with my screams. I am filth, a whore, a slut,
because that is what my Master desires of me. I will do anything to please Sir
Campbell. I will try to be a worthy cunt slave. I will please Him in any manner
He wishes."

"Are you still gazing at your reflection in the mirror, slave," Sir Campbell
asked?

"Yes, Master."

"Then tell Me what you see."

"I see a cunt which is open for my Master."

"And to whom does that cunt truly belong?"

"It belongs to You, Sir Campbell."

Sir Campbell turned his back to His slave and announced, "I present My
property to The Ring. What it Mine, is Yours." Nicole wasn't sure what was
expected of her at this point, as her Master left the platform, so she did what
she considered the logical thing, and that was to remain as she was, kneeling
over the mirror with her head bowed.

After a few minutes, two naked women with brass rings through their septums,
approached her, and grabbing her by the upper arms, helped her to her feet. They
walked her to the edge of the platform as a spotlight hit the three slaves. They
stood still in the stark light until a voice from the right side said, "Give Me
her mouth."

Nicole felt pressure on her shoulders as the two women pushed her to her
knees. A man dressed in a black tuxedo came forward and stood with his crotch
inches from Nicole's face. The women undid his pants and pushed Nicole's face
into his groin. She took his flaccid penis into her mouth as the women held her
head firmly against his body She could feel the flesh harden and grow, but she
was not allowed to pull away, so it had only one direction to go, and that was
to the back of her throat. With all of her reserves she fought against her gag
reflex as the erect member pushed her tongue down and searched for her throat.
Finally, the hands at the back of her head stopped pushing, and she was able to
start sucking in her normal fashion. In a matter of minutes, he let out a groan,
and she felt the sticky spurts begin shooting his cum down her throat. Nicole
knew it was expected that she swallow every last drop, and did not stop sucking
until she was sure there was none left.

The two women put his trousers back together, and as he left the stage, they
once again pulled her upright. A short period of time passed again, until
another voice, this one more in front of her, called out, "Give Me her ass!"

One of the women left the stage for a moment and returned with an old wooden
milk crate. Then, pushing her back to her knees, they positioned Nicole in such
a fashion the she was bent over the crate, with her open cunt and anus facing
the harsh spotlight. She heard the footsteps approach, so she didn't see that
the man she was about to accommodate was a very large black man. Once again, the
women helped him out of his tux. Then, kneeling on either side of Nicole, they
grabbed her thighs and spread them wide for him. With no warning, he forced his
nine - inch cock into her asshole and buried it completely. She was barely able
to stiffer the scream from the searing pain. He didn't take her slowly, but
instead, he closes to drive into her with a brute force and fury that made her
feel as though she was being torn apart.

He didn't dump his load inside her as she expected. Instead, he pulled out
and said, "Give me her mouth." The women pulled her up and positioned Nicole's
mouth in front of the glistening black cock. She opened her mouth, and he slowly
slid it in, so she could relish the taste of her own ass. As he began to cum, he
pulled out of her mouth, so that his offering covered her face from her forehead
to her chin. The women helped him to get dressed, and then pulled the slave to
her knees once again. But this time, they left her there alone. A voice called
to her, "Stand Up!"

Nicole rose to her feet, but kept her head bowed. She wasn't sure what she
should do, so she stood and waited, hoping her nervousness wasn't apparent. "I
suppose that we are ready to proceed with the second phase of the initiation," a
voice resounded. "Slave Nicole, what you are to do now is select a she-slave
from the ones tied to the wall to your left. You may have your way with her.
There is a box on the floor behind you that contains many items for your use."

Nicole turned to her left and saw that the two women who had been with her
only minutes before, were now chained to the wall, along with nine other female
slaves. The chains that held them were linked to the rings they all bore through
the nose. Like herslf, all of the women were naked, excepting for slave collars,
high heels and jewelry in their various piercings. Nicole walked over to the
slaves to get a closer look. They ranged in age from their mid-twenties to one
who was probably sixty! The body of the eldest slave was covered with scars and
brands and she had very large and heavy weights hanging from her nipples,
pulling her tits down toward her waist and flattening them out. Her nether lips
were similarly weighted, and over many years of this, had been stretched so that
they were now over six inches long.

Nicole's eyes came to rest on a young she-slave with golden blond hair. Her
breasts were firm and proud, with thick golden rings in her areolas. She bore an
ornate tatoo on her right breast. Unlike Nicole, she had all of her pubic hair.
It was a shade lighter in color than the hair on her head, and it had been
neatly trimmed with a scissors and razor into the shape of a heart. She had a
defiant look in her eyes that seemed to say, 'pick me, if you dare.'

Nicole announced, "I've made my choice."

The voice replied, "then unfasten her chain and have your way with her.,"

Nicole opened the clasp that tethered the slave's nose ring to the chain, and
grabbing her by the hair, lead her back out onto the platform. What is your
name," Nicole asked?

I am Slave Justine," she replied with a sarcastic air.

Well, Justine," Nicole mocked, "I think one of us is about to have a great
deal of fun at the expense of the other, and I'll give you just one guess as to
which one you will be. Go over there and bring back that chest like a nice
obedient little cunt."

While Justine was retrieving the chest, Nicole looked around the platform to
see what was available to her. She saw a pair of columns with rings attached at
the top and bottom and a hand operated winch that held a leather sling suspended
form the ceiling.

When Justine brought back the chest, she mocked, "Where shall I place this
chest, Mistress?"

Over there at the edge of the platform, slut,' replied Nicole. "Now, open it
up so that I may see what sort of toys we have to play with." Justine did as she
was told, and then stood back from the chest so Nicole could inspect it's
contents. "Hmmm," Nicole hummed, "we certainly won't be bored for a lack of
things to play with. Here, put these cuffs on your wrists and ankles while I
decide what we'll try first."

As Justine was putting on the cuffs, Nicole began to lower the sling on the
winch. "When you have adjusted those cuffs good and snug," Nicole commanded,
"step over here and climb into this sling so we can take you for a little ride."
Justine finished putting on the cuffs, and climbed into the sling. Nicole used
locks to hold the slave's arms and legs stretched out wide. "I see that you've
spent a great deal of time and effort trying to make that ugly looking cunt
attractive with your work on the pubic hair. Let's see how good you are at math.
You will count the hairs as I remove them." Nicole picked up a pair of tweezers
and pulled out a hair.

"One, Mistress," Justine called out. "Two, Mistress, three, Mistress...."

When she got to forty, Nicole announced, " I've grown tired of this game,
slave, so we'll just take a little short cut." Nicole reached into the chest and
pulled out a butane lighter. "No sense counting now, bitch, this will do it much
faster." Then without pause, Nicole lit the lighter and held it to the slave's
crotch. With a scream, the hair ignited and filled the room with the odor of
burning hair. Nicole removed the flame just long enough to inspect her
handiwork. "Oops, seem to have missed a few tricky ones back by your asshole."
And with that, she re-lit the lighter and burned the remaining hair off.

Justine's crotch was smooth of hair now, but it had many blisters popping out
of the angry reddened skin. "I think you look much better this way, Justine,"
Nicole said, "But I bet those burns smart. Maybe we can find something to put on
them to soothe the pain." Nicole dug into the chest and pulled out a tube of
Ben-Gay. "Here's some ointment that should help," she announced. A shiver ran
through Justine's body when she saw what the tube was. Nicole took a generous
glob of the Ben-Gay and rubbed it into the burned skin of the slave, which added
greatly to the pain and discomfort she was feeling.

"I think we should see what you're made of, now that you're so visible,"
Nicole remarked. "Let's get you out of that sling and we'll get some new toys to
play with. Nicole undid the chains and helped the slave girl out of the sling.
"Go and stand with your back to that column, whore," Nicole commanded.

"I hope you like games, Justine," Nicole said.

"If it please you, Mistress," came the answer.

"Well it does, slave," Nicole answered back, as she took the slave girl's
hands and chained them to a ring set high up on the column. "I found a game in
the chest that I think you might be good at. Can you guess what it is?"

"No, Mistress, please tell me."

:We're going to play darts, slave, and you get to be the dart board. I'll
even allow you to keep track of the score. Let's say one point if the dart hits
you, five if it sticks in you, ten if it sticks in a breast, twenty-five if it
sticks in a nipple. Are we ready, Justine?"

"Whenever You are, Mistress."

Nicole picked up the first dart, and taking aim, let it fly at her pretty
target. "Yow!" Justine screamed, as the dart struck her just below the navel.
And fell to the floor. "One point, Mistress."

'This bitch is tough,' Nicole thought to herself, 'I'm going to have to get
tougher if Sir Campbell is to be accepted into The Ring. She picked up a second
dart, and without taking time to aim, hurled it as hard as she could. Justine
screamed and tore at her bonds as the dart imbedded itself in her left thigh.

"What's My score now, slave?"

"That makes six, Mistress."

"Well, I have three darts left. You keep score in your head and we'll tally
them up when I'm through." Nicole let fly with the three missles in quick
succession. Justine's shrieks filled the room as one dart hit her in the left
shoulder and fell to the floor, another was buried in her right breast, an inch
from the nipple, and the lest one was stuck in her left armpit. "So, give Me My
total, and you'd better get it right, or I'll pull those again and play a second
round."

"Oh, Mistress," Justine sobbed, "I've lost count."

Nicole pulled the darts out and said, "Well the, maybe a taste of the lash
will improve your math." Nicole took out a wicked looking stick and proceeded to
strike Justine's breasts five times with all of her might. Justine was screaming
as Nicole gave her a second set of five.

When she was through, Nicole unfastened the bonds and said, "Open your
mouth." Justine did as she was told, and Nicole put the stick in the open mouth,
saying, "You'd better not drop this." Nicole then reached for a piece of paper
and pen and made a sign, which she stuck to the slave's stomach with straight
pins. The sign read, "Whip me please!" "Now, go out into the dining room, and
see if you can get someone to comply with your request."

When Justine had left the room, a large man stepped up on the stage and said,
"Well, I guess it's My turn now, cunt, and I want you to know that I am not
pleased with the way you treated My wife! You may be sure that I fully intend to
exact My pound of flesh. Now, Kneel Before Me!"

Quickly the young slave knelt before her abuser, and bowing her head, awaited
His command. "I need to relieve Myself before we start to play, and you seem to
be the only available toilet. Undo My trousers and open your mouth."

Nicole reached up and undid His belt and clasp, then she pulled the zipper
open. "Well, what are you waiting for? I need to piss Now!"

Nicole pulled His enormous cock out of His shorts and aimed it at her open
mouth. After waiting a few seconds with her eyes closed, she looked up and saw
Him looking down at her, waiting for her eyes to catch His. "You are to watch as
I use you, slave," he said. And with that, the stream began to flow into her
mouth, as she held his cock pointed there. The urine spilled from her mouth,
down her breasts and stomach and onto the platform, creating a puddle between
her knees. Nicole had never known someone who could have the bladder control to
store that amount.

When the stream finally abated, he said, "Clean Me off, so that we may play."
Nicole began licking his still dripping cock until she could no longer taste the
salty piss. "Now, cunt, I want you to stand up so that I can examine those
interesting hooks in your nipples."

"Certainly, Master," Nicole replied as she rose from her knees. "It must have
been an interesting feat getting them through your piercings. That barb is quite
long and sharp and the eyelet is very large. I wonder how they are supposed to
come out. Let's experiment, shall we? I'll take one out barb first, and the
other one out eyelet first." Nicole gritted her teeth as he clasped the hook in
her left nipple between his index finger and thumb and gave it a tug until the
eyelet was pulled taut against the hole. "Hmmm," He mumbled, "I guess I'll have
to give it a bit more of a pull." And with that, he ripped the hook out through
the hole, tearing then hole larger.

Nicole gave out an audible gasp, but was able to suppress a scream. "Now
let's see if it's easier the other way." Nicole couldn't hold back her scream as
he ripped the barb through her nipple, slicing it in two. "Go over to the chest
and put on a set of ankle cuffs, slut."

"Yes, Master," Nicole whimpered. Nicole found a pair of cuffs and strapped
them to her ankles as she had been ordered.

"Take that four foot spreader bar out while you have the chest open", he
ordered.

"Yes, Master," she replied.

"I want you to walk into the dining room and bring back My slave a a vase of
roses off one of the tables", he continued. Nicole placed the spreader bar down
and stepped off the platform. She walked into the dining room and found the
slave bent over the bar while a patron was whipping her ass. Blood flowed freely
from the numerous cuts and lacerations on the poor girl's buttocks and thighs.
Nicole walked over to the bar, and taking the slave bar the arm, lead her away
from her tormentor. She grabbed a vase of roses as she passed one of the tables.

Nicole lead Justine up on the platform and went to hand the vase of roses to
Sir Damian, but at the last instant, his hand pulled back, and the vase crashed
to the floor. "Well, you will definitely be punished for that, but first, where
is the whip that was used on My wife?"

"I'm sorry, Master, I left it in the bar."

"Justine, put a pair of cuffs on her wrists and fasten them to the back of
her collar, then hobble her ankles with a twelve inch length oc chain."

"Gladly, Master," Justine sang out.

Nicole felt her arms being pulled up behind her neck as the cuffs were placed
on her wrists, and then locked to the ring in the back of her collar. "Now go
back out there and don't come back without My whip. However, to make it a bit
more interesting, all you may say to anyone out there is, ' please give me the
whip, I really need it.' Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master," she replied. And with that, Nicole walked back into the bar,
naked, with her arms chained behind her head, and hobbled at the ankles.

When she reached the bar, she found an extremely obese woman handling the
whip. Nicole said to her, "Please give me the whip, I really need it."

The woman turned and looked at the helpless slave. "What a filthy looking
slut you are. How dare you disturb my birthday party like this. You want the
whip? I'll gladly give it to you." And with that, she brought the whip down with
all her weight across Nicole's breasts.

Nicole flinched, but she didn't scream, which further irritated the woman.
"Oh," she said, "I guess you're accustomed to the whip." And she proceeded to
rain a severe series of blows to Nicole's belly and breasts, until the fat woman
was panting in exhaustion. When she stopped, Nicole's body was covered in
welts, and the woman said, "Now you may have the whip. I'm sure someone else
will take a turn with it."

"Thank you, my lady," Nicole replied, as she took the whip between her teeth
and went back to the private dining room.

When she got back up on stage, Sir Damian said, "So I see someone made good
sport of your condition, but believe Me, that's just a warm-up for what I have
in mind. Justine, unchain her ankles and then put that four foot spreader on
her, then chain her wrists to the rings in the floor."

"With pleasure, Master."

Justine lead Nicole to the middle of the stage where two large rings were
bolted to the floor about four feet apart. Justine unlocked her wrists from
behind her neck, bent her over at the waist, and then re-locked them into the
rings. She then locked the spreader to the ankle cuffs.

"Now take the chain from the winch and put it on the spreader bar."

Justine was obviously experienced in the usage of this equipment, Nicole
thought, as she went to a trap door in the stage and pushed a button that set an
electric motor in gear, lowering a cable with a steel hook in it to the floor.
When it was lowered enough, Justine put the hook into a hole in the middle of
the bar. "Well Justine, what are you waiting for? You know what to do>"

"Thank You, Master," Justine smiled, as she pushed the button starting the
winch pulling the spreader bar up towards the ceiling. Nicole finally realized
what was going to happen, as the rising bar turned her upside down and began to
stretch her taut between the rings in the floor and the bar. Justine didn't stop
the winch until Nicole was whimpering from the burning in her shoulders and hips
as she hung suspended upside down, with he arms and legs spread wide.

"Now, Justine," her Master spoke, " I think our first concern is that we need
to find a new vase for the roses, since slave Nicole broke the last one. Give me
three roses, please."

"Yes, Master," Justine said, as she picked up three long stems from the floor
and handed them to her husband.

"The rose is truly a beautiful flower, don't you agree Nicole? I mean, it is
such a study in contrasts. Not unlike the relationship between a Master and His
slave. There is the unmatched beauty of the velvety petals and against the
backdrop of the sharp and unforgiving thorns. Like the love of a slave for the
pleasure and the pain.

"Sir Campbell, You are to be applauded for this beauty here. Her cunt is
absolutely flawless. Especially with the hair missing, It makes her pouty little
lips and pink little puckered ass all the more alluring. So, to further all of
this beauty, lets ut these three roses in a new vase." And so saying, He slowly
pushed the three thorny stems into her cunt. She moaned as the thorns first
scratched then cut the delicate lips and then the walls of her vagina.

"Truly beautiful," He said, as He stood back to gaze at his handiwork.
"Justine, I want three more, for this slave has another vase that needs to hold
roses. He placed the ends of the stems against her tightly puckered anus and
said, "What a pretty little bud vase." And he shoved the flowers into her ass
with one frightening thrust.

Nicole screamed, wrenching at the chains as the thorns ripped into her ass.
"Now lets see what kind of durability those two new vases have. Justine, give Me
the rest of the roses." He took the remaining six roses and held them together
in a bunch. "Are you ready, Nicole," He asked?

"As you command," she answered. And he began to flog her cunt and ass with
the thorny stems, tearing at her skin and the inside of her thighs, her cunt
lips and her asshole. Nicole's screams filled the room, as He didn't slow down
or stop until the bundle of stems was broken. She continued to tear at her
restraints, trying to escape the scorching pain that burned in her loins, but to
no avail. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the blows stopped, and through
the tears and sobs that echoed through the Ring, Nicole was able to muster a
weak, "Thank....You.....Master," as she passed out.

"Sir Campbell, a voiced commanded, "Please step to the stage with Me."

Sir Campbell rose from His chair and stepped to the stage. "My friends and
colleagues," Sir Damian continued, "It is time for us to cast our vote as to
whether or not Sir Campbell has proved himself worthy of membership in The Ring.
All in favor of Sir Campbell's becoming a member, send Your slave to the stage.
If You are opposed, keep Your slave with You."

The silence in the room was absolute, as slowly, one slave, Justine stood and
walked to the stage. Then she was followed by another and another, until, at
last, all eleven slaves stood around the unconscious form if Nicole, hanging yet
in her bonds, blood dripping down her body to the floor.

"Well then, it is unanimous. Congratulations are certainly in order, Sir
Michael, would you bestow the honors?"

"Of course," Sir Michael replied as he stepped on the stage carrying a purple
leather box. "Slave Andrea, please hold Nicole still while I pierce her nose
and place the ring."

When He was through, all of the Ring members stepped to the stage to
congratulate Sir Campbell and see the newly placed brass ring in Nicole's
bleeding nose. "Sir Campbell, did You bring someone with You this evening?"

"Yes, Sir Damian, Mistress Ilsa is with Me. You know her."

"Of course, very good. Mistress, we leave our slaves to You to tend to Sir
Campbell's property. Will You see to her care?"

"I would be pleased to, Sir Damian," Ilsa replied, "and may I thank The Ring
for allowing Me to witness this ceremony. It was truly beyond My expectations."
And with that, the twelve members of The Ring left the room to celebrate their
new brother.

"Justine," Ilsa commanded, "unchain Nicole."

"Yes, Mistress, " Justine answered.

When Nicole was lowered to the ground, she gained consciousness for a moment
and recognized Mistress Ilsa's smiling face, as she was wrapped in a blanket and
carried out to Sir Campbell's car.



NICOLE: JOURNEY OF A SLAVE
By Charles E. Campbell

CHAPTER 6
HEALING AND RECOLLECTIONS

Nicole awoke with a loud groan and slowly opened her eyes as the sharp pain
in her groin seemed to intensify. As her eyes began to focus, she recognized the
face of Mistress Ilsa's slave, whore. "Wh....where am I," she whispered?

"They bought you here to Mistress' house late last night," whore explained.
"You'll be staying here with us for the next few weeks or so until you are
healed up."

"Di...did Sir Campbell pass the initiation and get into The Ring," Nicole
sheepishly queried?"

"Yes, He was voted in unanimously. Both Her and Mistress Ilsa are very proud
of your showing at the ritual. Mistress is seeing to your care personally while
you recuperate." And just as whore was finishing her sentence, the bedroom door
opened, and in walked Mistress Ilsa.

"Ah, I see our little slave has finally joined the ranks of the living. How
are you feeling, slave nicole?"

"I'm very sore, Mistress, thank You. Am I going to be alright?"

"Yes, you'll be fine in a couple of weeks time, I'm sure. I had to put a few
stitches in your nipple, though, as Sir Damian tore it in half when he ripped
that fish hook through it. However, both your Master and I decided against
stitching the cuts and tears to your cunt. We think they'll make an excellent
addition to the scars on your breast, and they will also serve as a constant
reminder of your part in the ritual. But, since there are no stitches, those
lacerations will heal more slowly, and we must be diligent in preventing
infection, so whore, get the peroxide and pour it over her cunt. Slowly!"

"Certainly, my Mistress," whore replied, as she went into the bathroom to
retrieve the bottle.

"May I look, Mistress," Nicole asked?

"If you wish," came the reply.

Nicole gathered herself together as whore lifted the clean white sheet. She
wasn't prepared, however, for the sight see saw between her legs. The insides of
her thighs and all of her privates were covered in nasty looking lacerations and
deep cuts. Some of the smaller ones had begun to scab over, but most of them
still had fresh blood seeping out. Nicole laughed aloud at her use of the word
'privates.' "What do you find so humorous, slave," Mistress inquired?

"I was just thinking about how my privates looked, and then started to laugh
at my choice of words. I mean, they certainly aren't very private anymore, are
they?"

"No, they aren't private, nor, may I add, are they yours. Oh, they are part
of the body you inhabit, surely, but they really belong to your Master, and you
would do well to remember that. Now whore, pour the peroxide on this sluts'
'privates'!"

"Yes, Mistress." Whore unscrewed the cap and began pouring the entire bottle
all of the cuts on Nicole's cunt and thighs. Nicole let out a lous shriek as the
cold liquid stung into her.

"I see quite a lot of bubbling, whore. See that you tend to this task three
times each day. I don't want any signs of infection. After you have dabbed it
dry, put some antiseptic cream on it, but leave it uncovered. The air will help
it heal.

"Nicole, I don't know what whore has told you, so I will explain what will be
going on. Sir Campbell has entrusted you to My care, as he has gone away on an
extended business trip and will not return for a month to six weeks. During that
time, you will be living here with whore and Me. The rules of My house are quite
simple. You are to be naked at all times, whether I have guests in the house or
it if is just the three of us. You will do anything you are told to do. If you
break either of these rules, you will be dealt with. You will not be whipped, at
least not until your cunt has healed. I will be continuing the work of scaring
your right breast. I also expect the full worship of your mouth whenever and
wherever I require it. Am I making all of this clear enough for you, cunt?"

"Yes, Mistress. Thank You."

"Good. Now get your sorry ass out of that bed and pay tribute to my divine
pussy!"

"With pride, Mistress," Nicole answered, as she gingerly pulled herself out
of the bed and got down on her knees before her Mistress and began to service
Her with her eager tongue.

When Nicole was through, Mistress said, "Nicole, you may get back into bed. I
have some questions I wish to ask."

"Certainly, Mistress. Thank You."

"After witnessing your performance last night, I came to the realization that
you are a natural slave. You know, some women are slaves because it pleases a
spouse or a lover, and some are sold into it against their will. But you, like
whore, were born to be a slave. A possession with no other needs but to serve.
When did you start to realize that you were a slave?"

"It wasn't long after I first met Sir Campbell, Mistress."

"And when was that?"

"Well, about a year and a half ago, I moved to New York and got a job with
'Jenny's Catering Service' as a waitress/server. One day, about three months
after I began working there, Jenny approached me and asked me if I would like to
earn some extra money. I asked her what I would have to do, and she told me that
she had a special catering job that would begin before midnight and not end
until about 6:00AM. She offered to pay me five hundred dollars for the night,
and since I normally only made ten dollars an hour, I readily agreed.

"The affair we were to cater took place at Sir Campbell's penthouse on Park
Avenue. We all arrived at 1:00 in order to set up for the party. At about twenty
minutes to twelve, I answered a knock on the door, and in walked a woman in a
long black leather trench coat. She handed the coat to me, and to my amazement,
she was completely naked underneath."

"Do you happen to remember what she looked like," Ilsa interupted?

Well, Mistress, she was about my height, and she had honey colored hair. Her
nipples were pierced and she wore large steel rings in the."

"I guess you don't have an eye for such things, slave," Mistress remarked,
"but that 'woman' was My slave whore! If her hair was not shorn today, maybe you
might remember her, as she certainly did look different with all that long hair
she had."

"That was whore?"

"Yes, it was. Your Master didn't have a slave at that time, so I lent whore
to Him for the evening. That was why Sir Campbell lent you to Me for our little
tryst with your 'old friend' Countess Courtney."

"Y...You mean....Sir Campbell has had other slaves," Nicole whimpered?

"I fail to see how that is any of your business, slut. You are His slave, and
that's all that matters, isn't it?"

"Yes, Mistress. Please forgive me. Well, it was at that point that Jenny told
mer that I was to be responsible for whatever was needed with the woman, uh,
whore. So whore asked me where she could go to get ready and I took her to the
guest bedroom.

"When we got into the bedroom, whore proceeded to open up a leather bag that
I hadn't noticed. She took out an assortment of whips, as well as a penis gag
and a set of handcuffs. She then instructed me that what I would need to do
would be to hand the whips to the guests whenever they wanted to beat her. She
then asked me to buckled the gag into her mouth and use the cuffs to lock her
wrists behind he back. I did as she asked.

"When I was done getting her ready, I took whore by the arm, picked up the
whips, and brought her back into the living room. A few of the guests had
already arrived. I spent the rest of the night at her side, handing different
whips to the guests when they wanted to whip her."

"Was this your first experience in the S & M scene," Mistress stopped her?

"Yes it was, Mistress."

"And how did you feel? What were you thinking?"

"Well, I guess that at first I was so taken aback by it all that I couldn't
form any thoughts about what was going on. But, I also couldn't help but try to
understand the way whore was handling what she was doing. I mean, here she was,
stark naked, bound and gagged, at a formal catered affair, being whipped, and
quite severely in some cases, and the only expression that she conveyed was
pride. She held herself in such a way as to exude confidence and pride, as if
she was completely in charge of all the goings on."

"Yes, that's something that sets her apart from most slaves," Mistress said.
Whore's reason for being is to serve Me, in any manner I wish, whenever and
however I wish it to be. But anyway, how did this bring you to where you are
today, Sir Campbell's slave?"

"Well, the party was on a Friday night. And the Monday Morning after the
party I was in my apartment with my roommate, when the phone rang, and it was
Sir Campbell. He explained that He had a pair of tickets to the premiere of a
new Broadway musical and passes to the party backstage, as well as an invitation
to the big party where they all gather to await the early additions to see what
the reviewers thought. He asked me if I would like to be His guest for the
night.

"I replied that I would really love to go, but that I was scheduled to work
for Jenny that night. He said not to worry about it, that He would take care of
it with Jenny. I told Him I appreciated it, but, I added embarassingly, that I
needed the money from the job. He told me that His relationship with Jenny would
allow me the night off with pay. I thanked Him and said that I would love to go,
but that I was concerned about how I should dress. He said that one of his
hobbies was fashion design, and that He had a gown that He thought might fit me.
He said He would have His driver drop it off at my apartment that afternoon. I
told him that would be great, as He told me He would pick me up at 7:30 that
evening.

"The gown arrived about 4:00 in the afternoon, as He promised. I hurriedly
took it into my bedroom to try it on. It was a gown the likes of which I had
never seen. It was made of cranberry satin and was floor length, with not one,
but three slits that divided the gown into thirds. The slits were spaced so that
one was right in the middle of the back and the other two were just to the
outside of each leg. The slits ran up to the hip. The back of the gown was
scooped out all the way to the small of my back, and the front was almost beyond
description. The front was really nothing more than two three inch panels that
began at the waist and ran up to the underside of both breasts, leaving the
entire middle exposed. At the breasts, the panels ended and a pair of spaghetti
straps began, one on each side of the breasts, and tying behind the neck. All of
this exposure was covered buy a sheer material that looked like a combination of
a cape and vest, without sleeves. There was a cranberry leather choker in with
the gown and a note which read; 'I hope you like the dress. Please only wear
what is in the package. See you at 7:30. 'C'. The only other things in the
package were a pair of heels that were the same soft leather as the choker. I
was a bit shaken by the lack of underwear, bit I rationalized that it would be
of little value in this outfit anyway.

"We arrived at the theatre and the sidewalk was a mob scene of photographers
and people snapping pictures. Sir Campbell took my hand as I got out of the limo
and He lead me up the carpet and into the theatre."

"What did you feel like when you saw all the cameras flashing," Mistress
asked?

"Surprisingly, Mistress, I felt very proud, and I consciously walked as
straight backed as I could, with my shoulders back and my breasts thrusting
forward.

"After the performance, Sir Campbell took me backstage to meet the cast and
crew. We stayed there and had champagne and light food for about twenty minutes,
until He said it was time to go to the cast party. In the limo, Sir Campbell
asked me if I had a good time, and then He said, 'Nicole, do you trust Me?' I
answered that I did. Then again He asked, 'Do you truly trust Me?', and once
again I answered that I did. He then asked, ' Do you wish to explore and expand
that trust?' and I answered 'yes, that I would like that very much.'

"We arrived at the restaurant at about that time, and Sir Campbell, taking my
hand, said, 'Please leave the cape in the car.' I said all right, and He said,
'From now on you must address Me as Sir Campbell or Master. ' I said, 'Yes, Sir
Campbell,' as we got out of the car.

He lead me through the wide-eyed staring customers in the restaurant and into
an elevator that took us to a private dining room. A lot of people were already
at the party, and I was surprised to realize that none of them found my dress to
be worthy of so much as a glance, let alone a comment. It was as if I was
dressed in a conservative fashion."

"How did that make you feel," Ilsa asked?

"To be frank, Mistress, it made me feel even more uncomfortable. I mean, here
I am, walking around with my breasts completely exposed, and no one seems to
care. I was included in all of the conversations, so it wasn't as if I was being
icily ignored."

"What happened then?"

"I guess about an hour into the party, Sir Campbell suggested that I go
freshen up, so I went to the ladies room. The attendant asked me if I was with
Sir Campbell, and I answered that I was. She then told me to remove my dress,
but leave the heels and choker on. I did as she asked, and was about to ask her
why, when she took the dress from me and told me that I would have no further
need of it for the evening. She then told me to rejoin the other guests."

"what was the reaction when you returned to the room naked?"

"Again, Mistress, it was as if I was dressed. No one gave me as much as a
second look."

"Is that how the remainder of the night went?"

"Well no, Mistress. When Sir Campbell came to my side and we began to mingle
together, men, and sometimes women, would ask him if they could examine me. At
least that was the implication, since all they would say to Him was 'May I?' And
the, after He would grant His assent, they would fondle my breasts, belly and
backside. A few sucked on my nipples, and one woman probed both my cunt and ass
at the same time."

"And how did you feel through all of this?"

"Strangely, Mistress, I felt a sense of pride at being displayed as some sort
of property belonging to Sir Campbell. I mean, it was as if I were a coin or
some other type of collectible that was being scrutinized closely by other
collectors. I felt as if I was an inanimate object, except for the fact that my
nipples were hard and my pussy was we."

"Did anyone comment on your state of arousal," Mistress asked?

"Yes, Mistress. One woman said something about it after she pulled her finger
out of my. She said something about my being a 'wet one,' and she ordered me to
lick her finger clean."

"And what was Sir Campbell doing during this time?"

"Well, mostly He just held onto me by the choker around my neck and agreed
with the comments people made. But He didn't speak directly to me again until
we were in His car and He was taking me home."

"Tell Me what He said in the car, Nicole."

"He just told me that I had done very well and that He wanted to see me for
lunch, as He had a surprise for me. I told Him that I would love to have lunch
with Him, and He said He would pick me up at my apartment at 1:00. He then put a
full length black leather trench coat over my shoulders, as I was still naked,
and told me that I should be ready at 1:00 and to be dressed as I was now. When
we arrived at my building, He helped me out of the car and kissed my hand while
He said goodnight."

"Nicole, I want to hear more, but first I want you to rest. Take a nap and
I'll have whore wake you for dinner, we can continue our talk after that."

"Thank You, Mistress," Nicole replied as she put her head back down on the
pillow and closed her eyes.

Nicole awoke with a start at the cool touch of whore's hand on her face.
"Time to get up, Nicole," whore whispered, "Mistress expects us at dinner within
the hour." Whore helped Nicole get out of bed and took her to the bathroom,
where she drew her bath and gently bathed her. After ministering to the wounds,
whore brought Nicole downstairs to the dining room, which was lit only by
candles. Mistress Ilsa was already seated at the head of the table.

"Ah, you look much more rested, My pet," Ilsa remarked. "Please take a seat
to My left. Whore, show Nicole your special chair before you sit down."

"Yes, Mistress, " whore replied, as she took Nicole over to the other side of
the table and pulled her chair out. The "special" chair had two four inch
sections of broomsticks about one inch apart rising up from the seat, and all
around the broomsticks were dozens of carpet tacks sticking up. Whore carefully
positioned herself so that the two shafts lined up with her cunt and asshole,
and then sat down with a wince and soft moan. Nicole took this as her cue and
went back to her side of the table.

She pulled out her chair, as Mistress laughed aloud, "Checking to see if your
chair is 'special' too? Not yet, slave. Whore is being punished, so she gets to
sit in the chair. Tell slave Nicole what you did, whore."

"Yes, Mistress," whore answered. "This afternoon, Mistress ordered me to suck
the cock of one of Her he-slaves, and a drop of his cum spilled from my mouth to
the floor. Mistress requires that all cum is to be swallowed, unless She
expressly orderes otherwise, so She has sentenced me to an evening in the
chair."

"Maybe after dinner you would like to help Me discipline whore, slave
Nicole," Ilsa said, "But first, I want to hear the rest of your story regarding
your relationship with Sir Campbell."

"Yes of course, Mistress," Nicole answered. "I think I left off after He had
dropped me at my apartment. Well, the next day, promptly at 1:00, His limo
pulled up in front of my building, but He wasn't in it. I was driven to an
apartment building in the east seventies. The driver let me out and said that I
was to take the elevator to 7D. When I got up there, Master met me at the door
and said, 'Welcome to your new home, I hope you like it.'

"I was dumbfounded. I asked Him what He meant, and He explained that He
wasn't comfortable with where I was living. He said that the neighborhood was
too dangerous and that He would feel a lot better if I was in a building with a
twenty-four hour doorman. I began to mutter about my roommate, and He quickly
added that He had given my roommate my share of the rent for the next three
months in order that she could find another person to share the apartment with.
He also said that if the arrangements were agreeable to me that I would not be
going back to work at the catering service. He told me that He would provide for
my needs, and that I was free to attend plays, shows, museums, art galleries and
the like. The only stipulations He would make would be that if He wished to see
me, that He would call in the morning so that I would have ample time to cancel
any plans I had made."

"Did He give you a chance to turn down His offer?"

"Yes, Mistress, He said that if I didn't want to accept His offer, that His
driver would take me back to my apartment right then. As You know, I accepted
His offer, and have been in this arrangement ever since."

"Thank you, slave, that was an interesting story. And now, if you have
finished your meal, it is time that I teach you the proper use of a whip. Whore,
meet us in the dungeon. Slave Nicole, come with me."

"Yes, Mistress, " the two slaves intoned in unison.



NICOLE: JOURNEY OF A SLAVE
By Charles E. Campbell
CHAPTER 7

THE COMPETITION

Nicole woke with a start when she realized that she had slept so late. A
quick glance at the bedside clock told her that it was almost noon, far later
than Mistress Ilsa had let her sleep before. She had been living with Mistress
and whore for almost five weeks now, and the routine had become thoroughly
ingrained.

After taking care of her toilet needs, she headed down the stairs. Clothing
was, of course, not allowed, but she had become completely accustomed to her
constant nakedness. She found Mistress and whore in the sunroom. Whore was on
her knees giving Mistress Ilsa a pedicure.

"So, you have finally gotten out of bed, slave, how did you sleep," Mistress
asked?

"Very well, my Lady," came the reply. "Thank You for allowing me the extra
sleep."

"I allowed it because you will need to be rested for tonight. I have been
invited to a party this evening, and I will be bringing you and whore along for
some light fun and games," Mistress announced. "You and whore may spend the day
however you wish, but I want you both properly prepared and made-up for Me by
8:00 tonight. We will be attending a twenty-fifth wedding anniversary party at
Hillside Country Club. I intend to show you off fully tonight, being that it is
such an elite and exclusive club. Neither you nor whore will wear any clothing
whatsoever. You must wear your slave collar, of course, and I will leave the
choice of rings in your piercings to you. Any question that you wish to ask I
will address this evening when we are ready to leave. No, go and get yourself
something to eat, and then you may come back and worship Me with your tongue.'

Nicole was sunbathing on the roof of Mistress' townhouse late in the
afternoon, whiling the time away, when whore came out on the roof to join her.
"We should start to get ready for the evening soon, Nicole," whore said. "I
don't know what She had in mind for us, but I haven't seen Her this excited in
quite some time."

"Have you ever been to this club before," Nicole asked?

"No, I haven't," came the reply, " but I do know that it is a very private
one, members only, and that only the very rich can afford a party there."

Nicole gathered her things and went back into the house with whore to prepare
for the night. There was much to be done. Each slave took turns giving the other
a manicure and pedicure. They shave each other's leg's underarms, and pubis, and
Nicole shaved whore's head. Mistress did not own Nicole, so she was not required
to be shaven clean from head to foot, only from the underarms down. Nicole
selected rings for her nipples, nether lips, and clitoris, and whore inserted
them for her. Then whore made her selections and Nicole reciprocated in fashion.
They powdered each other and perfumed each other. The final task was for whore
to brush out Nicole's beautiful long black hair. Just as they were completing
their preparation, Mistress Ilsa's voice sounded on the intercom, "I forgot to
mention that you are both to wear black spike heels, handcuffs, and leg irons."

"Yes, Mistress," the two slaves replied as one, as whore went to the closet
to fetch the required articles.

Nicole sat patiently as whore fastened the leg irons to her ankles. The
fourteen- inch length of chain hobbled Nicole quite effectively. Then Nicole put
the irons on whore's ankles. Nicole was amazed at how restricted her movement
was in the shackles. "I'm really afraid that I will trip in these, whore>"

"She makes us wear them not so much for the people She is showing us off to,
as She does it for us. They are a heavy and constant reminder of our place. You
must always remember that you are wearing them, or you will trip, and therefore,
you will remember why you are wearing them, and that is what Mistress wants.
Now, take your handcuffs and fasten them behind your back."

"How will I be able to put on my coat?"

"Don't be ridiculous, we aren't going to be wearing coats, or anything else,
for that matter."

"You mean we'll be out in public like this?

"Of course that's what I mean! Don't tell me it bothers you?"

"But, suppose I am seen by someone I know?"

"You mean someone you knew. You're a slave now, a possession, nothing more.
Don't put on any airs of modesty tonight, Mistress won't tolerate it. You'll get
used to being on display, and eventually even feel pride in being so. The women
at the party will view us with disdain and disgust, but that's only because they
know that their husbands would love to have them look like us and do the things
we'll be doing. I actually enjoy offending those stuck-up bitches! I am very
proud and confident of my place. I have earned the title of 'slave', and I see
it as an honor. I have no pretenses of myself. I am slave whore, and I belong to
Mistress Ilsa, that is all."

Slowly, and deliberately, Nicole and whore descended the staircase that led
into the foyer. Once there, they only had to wait for a brief moment before
Mistress Ilsa appeared. She was dressed from head to toe in a skin tight black
leather outfit. The corset was form fitting and lifted Her ample breasts up and
out, exposing them right to the nipple, and leaving Her midriff bare. The pants
were cut low on the hip and tapered right to Her ankle. She wore stiletto heels
and had a cat'o'nine tails hanging from Her belt. In Her hand, She held a dog
leash that had a single handle, but was for two dogs. "Ah," Mistress remarked,"
My two little slut slaves look very attractive tonight. I'm really looking
forward to this evening's activities, I hope you both are as well."

"Oh yes, Mistress," they chimed together.

"I'm going to tell you both part of what you may expect from the evening, as
I want the bulk of it to be spontaneous on your part. We are going to attend a
twenty-fifth wedding anniversary party, and the two of you will provide some
after dinner entertainment. Suffice it to say, I am going to stage a little
competition between the two of you for the benefit of the guests. I should also
tell you that there will be a winner and a loser. The winner will be justly
rewarded, and the loser will be punished. Basically, all you need to do is
follow My directions and be yourselves." And saying this, Mistress fastened the
dog leash to the rings in the two girl's clits. With a sharp snap of the leash,
the two slaves hobbled out the door and down the steps to the street and the
waiting car, ignoring the gasps and stares from the people on the sidewalk.

After a ninety minute drive that took them out of Manhattan, they found
themselves in Fairfield, Connecticut, driving past large estates where the
houses were so far back from the road that they couldn't be seen. Finally, the
car pulled into the long drive that wound up the hill to the Hillside Country
Club. A valet opened the car door and Mistress stepped out, with the leash and
her two slaves in tow. A pair of young debutantes was passing bay from the
tennis courts as Nicole and whore got out of the car. The awestruck debs
dropped their tennis rackets and stood gaping at the naked women. Mistress
turned to them, and said, "If you would like, I could train you both to be like
this." In shock, they sprang away, leaving their rackets on the ground. "Let's
go, slaves," Mistress spoke, as she tugged on the leash.

Mistress seemed to pick a path that wound around the most populated sections
of the club. whore held herself tall, doing her best to pull her shoulders back
and thrust her breasts forward. Nicole, on the other hand, had all she could do
just to keep from falling in the leg irons and heels, and looked far less
confident and self-assured. As they rounded the pool, Nicole could see a tent
out on a great lawn, where many couples were dancing to a small band. Mistress
pulled them out onto the lawn.

When they reached the gathering of people, the band abruptly stopped playing
and all of the couples turned to see what was going on. Mistress lead them up
to the coupled being feted, and said, "Tom and Elaine, congratulations on your
anniversary. These are two od My slaves, whore and Nicole. whore and Nicole,
this is Tome and Elaine O'Shea, two very dear friends of mine. Nicole looked up
in a panic when she heard the name Elaine O'Shea, because they had been
neighbors growing up. In fact, Nicole was not quite a teenager when she attended
their wedding back home. By the expression on Elaine's face, Nicole knew she had
been recognized. Her face blushed crimson at the thought of Elaine telling her
parents of her condition.

"Ilsa, get Yourself and Your slaves something to eat and drink. You have some
time yet before we have the competition."

"Why thank you, Tom. Would you like my girls to avail themselves to any of
your guests?"

"That is too generous of You, Ilsa, I'm sure some of our guests would enjoy a
bit of attention." And then in a lod commanding voice Tom announced, "Attention
everyone, Mistress Ilsa has offered her two friends to you for your enjoyment in
any manner you wish. The competition will begin in an hour or so, so please
don't be shy about putting them to good use. Elaine, would you like to have
first choice?"

"Yes, Tom, I believe I would. Slave Nicole, come with me!" And saying that,
Elaine took the leash out of Nicole's clitoris ring, and Nicole followed her
into a cabana.

"Nicole Hastings," Elaine asked as she shut the cabana door?"

"Yes, Elaine," she whimpered, shaking visibly at the realization of what was
happening. "Please, I beg you, don't tell my parents. They have no idea what I
have been doing. I'm sure this would kill my father!"

"Have no fear, little one, your secret is safe with me. My husband is a very
wealthy man, and every dime was made in pornography. Do you think my parents
know? They thought I was marrying a commercial artist, not a smut peddler. I
must say, however, that I am intrigued at this transition in you. You were such
a prissy little 'prim and proper' little girl. How did Ilsa get a hold of you?"

"My Master has lent me to Her. She has been training me and marking my breast
with these scars for Him."

"What have you been trained in?"

"I have been told that oral sex is my strongest area of training. Mistress
has taught me many different techniques."

"Well the, cunt, get on your knees and eat me! Oh, you'll have to remove the
tampon, my period began this morning."

"Yes, Ma'am," Nicole replied, as she knelt before the woman and lifted her
dress.

After only three minutes, Elaine let out with a loud moan as a shudder
coursed through her from head to foot. "Whew, that was certainly the best head
I've had, and believe me, many of the startlets who have been in Tom's films
have given me a good lapping, but not like that one! Come, Nicole, time to get
back to the party."

When the two women reached the tent, they saw whore on her hands and knees,
eating out a woman, while her husband fucked her in the ass. "Ilsa," Elaine
called, " I believe we have two excellent competitors for our games tonight. Do
You have the events maped out?"

"Why of course, Elaine. I have six events planned in which My slaves can
prove themselves, and one extra one in case we need a tie-breaker. Have you
arranged for a prize for the winner, and a consequence for the loser?"

"Yes, Ilsa, I think I've come up with appropriate ideas," Elaine responded.

"Fine, then if your guests are ready, let's let the game begin!" And saying
this, Ilsa grabbed whore by the ring in her collar and tugged her over to where
Nicole was standing. "Kneel," She commanded! And both of the slaves knelt in the
proscribed fashion; backs straight, heads bowed, eyes closed, and knees apart.

"Slave whore and slave Nicole, I am now going to explain what we will be
doing. We are about to have a little slave competition, a slave 'Olympics', if
you will. There are six events, and both of you will have a chance to score
points in each event. If one of you begs for mercy before the vent ends, the
other slave is awarded the point. But, if you can last throughout the event
without calling for mercy, you will receive the point. The slave with the most
points at the end receives a prize, and the slave with the least points, will be
punished. Do you have any questions?"

"No, Mistress," the girls intoned as one.

"Fine, then the games will now begin!."

"Slave Nicole, take whore's left breast into your mount, and suck on the
areola and nipple hard. Now, bite down on it with your teeth. If you can get her
to beg for mercy before you taste blood, then you get the point. You may begin."

Nicole sucked the nipple and areola deep into her mouth and lightly tongued
it to make it harden. The she began to bite down on it with her front teeth.
whore began to moan as the pressure of the teeth increased.

"Harder, Nicole,' Mistress encouraged. And whore's moans began to turn into a
scream. Nicole bit down even harder, until she feared she might bite the nipple
in two, until, all at once, she cut the nipple, and tasted blood. Nicole
immediately stopped biting, and released the nipple from her mouth. Blood was
starting to flow from the cuts in whore's nipple as Mistress announced," She
drew blood. This event goes to slave whore. Time for the second event, slave
Nicole, I want you to stand and spread your legs apart. Wider....wider. That's
good, now, bend over and grab your ankles. Whore take one of the candles off a
table and bring it back here.

"Yes, Mistress," whore replied, as she walked over and took a lit candle out
of an ornate candle holder. Ilsa said, "now, you are to hold the candle on the
ground underneath her cunt. In this event, you are to slowly raise the candle up
into her cunt or asshole, your choice. If you snuff the candle out in either
place before she begs for mercy, it is Nicole's point. You also must keep the
candle moving, no holding it still, or she gets the point. Am I clear?"

"Yes, Mistress, I understand."

"Good. Raise the candle."

Nicole could feel the heat from the candle whore was holding beneath her
crotch. At first, she wasn't able to discern any change in it's position, but
then, she began to squirm a bit as she felt the flame begin to lick at the
tender skin of her two holes. She gritted her teeth against the steadily
increasing pain. A moan began uncontrollably, and before she was aware of it,
she was screaming and begging whore for mercy.

"The second event goes to slave whore, making it two to nothing in whore's
favor," Ilsa proclaimed. "you did fairly well in that event, Nicole. Another
five inches and the candle would have been snuffed out. You do have a few nasty
looking blisters. I guess you won't be tempted to play with yourself for a
while.

"Alright, My pretties, event number three!. Nicole, take three of those long
stemmed roses out of the vase on the serving table. You are going to deliver
five strokes to whore's left breast, and just the left breast. Whore, you will
count the blows aloud as you receive them, thanking Nicole after each. If you
miscount, Nicole gets a bonus point, and she will start again. If whore screams
at anytime before the fifth blow is delivered, the event goes to Nicole."

Nicole approached whore with the thorny stems trying to position herself in
such a way as to allow her full access at her target. Her arm flew through the
air as the thorns slashed across whore's helpless breast, ripping the flesh and
bringing instant bleeding. Whore bit her lip and hissed, "One, thank you
Nicole." Nicole stood back a bit, and without a moment's hesitation, brought the
sharp barbs tearing through the tender skin with two vicious cuts.

Even with all of her stamina and training, the shock was more than whore
could bear, as a scream cut through the night air.

"Well, Nicole finally gets on the board, since whore couldn't control her
screams, so the score is now whore two and Nicole one. Time for the fourth
event. Nicole, lay on your back and spread your legs. Whore, this event is
simple. Put your face in Nicole's cunt and suck one of the labia into your
mouth. Bite down on it slowly. If you draw blood before she begs for mercy, it
is her point. Begin."

Nicole instantly felt the sharp bite of whore's teeth on the distended lip.
She dug her finger nails into her palms and gritted her teeth in determination
not to beg for mercy. "Bite harder whore. Harder.....harder!"

"All of a sudden, whore stopped and pulled her blood covered face away,
announcing, "I taste blood, Mistress."

Looking down at the ravaged sax, Ilsa decreed, "Yes, she is cut and bleeding,
but she didn't beg for mercy, so we now have a tie, with two events remaining.
Time for a little break in the games. Both of you stand up! Whore, put your
fingers in Nicole's cunt. Masturbate her for Me. I want to hear her cum. You
have fifteen seconds to make her come, or she'll get another bonus point."

Try as she may, Nicole could not resist the well trained touch of whore's
fingers, and she moaned out as she climaxed after only nine seconds.

"I see you haven't lost your touch, whore. Nicole, lick her fingers clean.

"Now Nicole, put your fingers in slave whore's cunt. Start to play with her,
but pay attention and watch carefully. whore, you may not cum until I say so,
and then you are to cum at that time, or not at all. Rub her harder, Nicole.
Faster...faster...now harder. Whore, don't cum, not yet.
Faster......faster......harder......not yet whore. Remember, it is I who gives
you the gifts of pain and pleasure, when it pleases Me to give them. Harder,
Nicole....harder. Alright whore, cum for Me!"

A violent shudder took over the girl's body as she spasmed and shook, crying
out at the intensity of her climax. "Clean her fingers, whore. Let this be a
learning experience for you, Nicole. I control My slaves totally, their every
need, including pain and pleasure. You both may thank Me for My generosity in
allowing you the privilege of cumming in front of these people."

"Thank You, Mistress," the girls chanted.

"Time to get back to the games, slaves. It's tied at two points each, and
there are two events left. We might need a tie-breaker. Your turn, Nicole. Take
this piece of string and put a slip knot in it." Ilsa waited as the slave did
Her bidding. "That's good, now slip it over her left breast and pull it tight.
That's it. Alright, all you have to do is keep pulling the string tighter until
she either moves her feet, in which case the point is yours, or the string
breaks, and the point goes to whore. You may begin.

"Come on, Nicole, pull it harder....more....more, she's losing her balance."

Nicole tried to keep the tension even, but just when she thought whore would
have to move, the cord snapped. "That's three to two, whore leads. The pressure
is on you now, Nicole. Either you win this last event and force a tie-breaker,
or the games go to whore.

"whore, take this metal dog leash and clip it to the two rings in Nicole's
labia". Nicole spread her legs to make it easier for whore to see the rings, as
Mistress ordered. "Okay whore, all you have to do in this event is pull on the
leash until you tear the rings out of her cunt, or she begs for mercy. Please
begin."

Nicole felt the pain increase as whore began to pull on the leash. She looked
down to see the delicate lips stretched over five inches. The pain burned as the
stainless steel began to stretch the piercings. "Please," she cried out, "I beg
you to stop."

"Ladies and gentlemen, Ilsa proclaimed, "we have a winner. slave whore had
beaten slave Nicole by a score of four to two. Would all of the men gather
around Nicole please.

"Nicole, please kneel here on the ground, as the men jerk off on your face.
Whore, you will lick the cum as your treat for being victorious!"



NICOLE: JOURNEY OF A SLAVE
By Charles E. Campbell
CHAPTER 8

WHORE'S ULTIMATE GIFT

Nicole had come to notice the suâtle changes in the relationship between
Mistress and whore about three weeks after she had moved in with them. However,
during the past ten days or so, it had become obvious that something major was
going on. The rules in Mistress' house were clear and very simple: the slaves
were to be constantly naked, no matter who was in the house, and they were to do
whatever Mistress ordered of them. For whore, there was also the rule of her
being totally shorn of all of her hair, head to foot, as a sign of Mistress'
ownership of her. But now, new rules had been applied to whore. For one, she now
always had pump-up dildos in her ass and cunt, which were inflated a bit more
each day. These invaders were only removed for toilet needs, and the one in her
ass had a long tail made of horse hair. Mistress also required that whore remain
on her knees at all times, even walking was forbidden. So whore had to crawl
about the house and take her meals from the floor, lapping at her food like a
dog. At least three times each day, whore was viscously beaten with a bullwhip,
even if the poor slave had not had an infraction. whore was only allowed to
bathe with the water from the dungeon toilet, which had been altered to prohibit
flushing. She was filthy and covered by the cuts from the frequent whippings.
Nicole had become very distressed by the harsh treatment that whore was being
made to endure, and she feared that something was happening in the house between
Mistress and her cunt slave.

One evening, after the three of them had dined, Mistress bound whore's
breasts with a heavy rope and hung her from a hook that they normally used to
hang a slave by the wrists. She then ordered Nicole to her bed chamber, and they
left whore whimpering in her suspension. After Nicole had serviced her Mistress'
divine pussy, she got up the nerve to speak: "Mistress," Nicole queried
sheepishly, "may I ask You a questions"?

"Yes, slave, what is it?"

"I do not wish to show You any disrespect, nor do I question Your place as my
Mistress, but I have seen a tremendous change in Your treatment of whore, and I
fear that something is wrong between You and her."

"Well," came the haughty reply, " I was wondering how long it would take for
you to work up the courage to speak to Me." Nicole made sure that her eyes were
lowered to Mistress' feet, as she did not dare raise them. "Before I do you the
favor of an answer to your rude and insubordinate question, I should tell you
that after I grant your answer, you will take whore's place on the hook as
punishment for daring to ask.

"What is taking place now is in preparation for whore's ultimate statement as
a slave. Three weeks ago, whore came to Me complaining of abdominal pain. When I
inquired as to the length of time she had the pain, she informed Me that she had
been living with it for about eight months, but that recently it had gotten bad.
I took her to My physician and she diagnosed whore with ovarian cancer.
Unfortunately, it is both inoperable and terminal. Whore has about six weeks to
live."

Nicole gasped out loud as the reality of the news cut into her like the bite
of a lash. "Oh my God," she shuddered, as she unwittingly raised her eyes to
seek comfort in Mistress Ilsa's face, "this can't be!"

"I wish that I could say that it wasn't true. But, I'm afraid, it is."

"Isn't there anything that can be done," Nicole pressed?"

"Well, in terms of the cancer, nothing, but in terms of her slavery,
something wonderful."

"Please forgive me, Mistress," Nicole responded, "but I'm confused."

"Whore is going to die, slave Nicole, and there is nothing that can be done
to prevent that. But, the time, place and cause of death is something that can
be controlled, and since slavery is about relinquishing control, this will prove
to be whore's ultimate gift to her Mistress."

"W..w...what do You mean, Mistress?"


"whore's ultimate and final gift to her Owner is to be her death on a Roman
Tau cross for Me. she is to be crucified! I am preparing the details for the
event and sending out invitations. It is scheduled to take place two weeks from
Friday at My country estate. It will be a small gathering of My closest friends.
The entire event will be scripted to make it as authentic as possible. As best
as I can tell, if we begin around noon on Friday, it should be over by sometime
Saturday night. The three of us will be leaving here for My estate this Friday
so that we can make all of the necessary preparations."

Nicole was too shocked by all of this information to even respond. She sat
hunched over Ilsa's feet, sobbing softly. Ilsa gently stroked her hair and
lifted Nicole's chin so that their eyes met. "I know that all of this is quite
difficult to absorb, but whore is definite about having this rare opportunity to
prove her dedication and devotion to Me by undertaking the most severe ordeal a
human can face. she is being mentally prepared now, that is why she is
constantly being degraded, abused and beaten. You see, Nicole, in Roman times,
only the lowliest of slaves were crucified. So, whore must be debased to a level
where she can completely accept her fate, as she hangs from the cross. A broken
slave, as testimony to My power and dominance. All of the proscribed rituals of
ancient Rome will be adhered to. This includes a gang rape, scourging, and a
procession with whore carrying the patebellum to her place of execution. she
will have it no other way, as she knows that this is to be her finest hour. She
will endure the most humiliating and painful death for her Mistress!

"Now, go and remove whore from her bonds. Then you will lick her body clean.
I will be along shortly to place you on the hook in her stead."





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