‘Like this, Master?’ Jane said, indicating her naked body.
‘I’m sure we’ll be able to work something out,’ he told her. Just then the front doorbell rang. ‘Stay,’ Adam commanded Jane like a dog and went to answer it. A minute later he returned with two young women dressed in slave girl grey coats.
‘This is Cam 31 and Bolt 184,’ Adam said. ‘These are the girls Mr Bradawl recommended to take care of the house while I work on you.’
The two young women stripped off their clothes exposing their naked bodies beneath and slave markings that matched their names and went down on their knees before Adam.
Cam 31 had a pretty face with a firm nose, dark eyes and a wide sensuous mouth. Her tangle of dark curling hair and olive tinted skin suggested a trace of Latin blood. Her figure was well-toned with rounded breasts carried high on her chest capped by large brown nipples. She had sturdy thighs and deep cleft buttocks and a pouting prominent shaven cleft. Like Jane’s it was pierced but hung with a single slim but wide silver padlock.
Bolt 184 had deep brown hair tied up in a ponytail. She was slightly darker skinned and more sturdily built than her companion with broader shoulders and looked as though she might have been part Caribbean. She had a pretty, heart-shaped face with a slightly snubbed up-tilted nose, arching dark eyebrows, deep brown eye and a full-lipped mouth. Her breasts were heavy and prominent, capped by large nipples with domelike areolas, from which big rings hung. Her buttocks were full and round, her hips wide and legs shapely but strong. Her naked pierced cleft was also closed with a padlock.
‘Headmaster Bradawl and Mayor Goldsmith have explained what you are doing, Master,’ Cam said.
‘And we will be pleased to serve you in any way we can,’ Bolt added.
‘Good.’ Adam said, smiling benevolently down at the two naked subservient women while a distinct bulge began to show in his trousers. ‘This is Jane Frobisher who outside Shackleswell is a well-known industrial heritage artist. You may have seen an article on her a few weeks ago in the Observer. Now she is BRUSH 01.’
‘Yes Master,’ Cam and Bolt said together, looking at Jane.
Did she imagine it or did they look at her suspiciously.
‘When I’m not here you will take care of her and be sure she remains in the house,’ Adam continued. ‘But at any time you will also answer any questions she has about your personal experience of slave life in Irontown fully and honestly. She believes you are all miss-treated victims cruelly held here against your will and wants to warn the rest of the country about us. It’s our job to convince her otherwise, you understand?’
‘Yes, Master,’ they said, giving Jane even more resentful glances.
Then the doorbell rang again.
‘Stay here,’ he told them. ‘That will be the replacement beds and the other accessories. I’ll call you when they need to be unpacked…’
They heard him talking to men at the front of the house and then came the sounds of items being carried in and out.
Left alone with Bolt and Cam, Jane felt a new kind of embarrassment. Naked collared slave girls should be pitied, she imagined, and not seem as bright-eyed as this pair did as they looked her over critically. Fortunately Bolt then saw her sketchpad lying open on the table and went over to it. ‘Oh, you did these. They’re very good. Do you just do buildings and landscapes and things or do you do people as well?’
‘Sometimes,’ Jane admitted.
Bolt suddenly grinned winningly. ‘Maybe you can paint us then, and we can be shown off in some gallery.’
Cam giggled along with her at the idea.
‘Like that?’ Jane said, staring at their naked collared and cuffed bodies.
‘Yeah, like this,’ Bolt said, suddenly sounding belligerent again.
‘What’s wrong with the way we look?’ Cam asked.
‘Nothing,’ Jane said quickly.
‘You think we should be ashamed of being slaves, don’t you,’ Cam said.
‘Well… aren’t you?’ Jane asked.
‘You’ve got so much to learn about Irontown,’ Bolt said.
***
After twenty minutes the delivery men left and Adam called them back inside the house proper.
‘The beds have been swapped over for restraining models and there are these to unpack and setup about the house,’ he told them, indicating several cartons in the middle of the sitting room.
While Jane watched in growing dismay, Bolt and Cam unpacked them almost like children at Christmas. They contained a sinister array of restraints, punishment and pleasure devices. There were chains and straps and dildos and canes and spanking paddles and unfolding yokes and the racks to store and display them.
They came to box of accessories for the bathroom and Adam said: ‘Take Brush up there now and show how her to keep her rectum properly cleaned and greased,’ he commanded. ‘I’ll be inspecting her later…’
Collecting small suitcases they had brought with them from the hall, Bolt and Cam led Jane up the stairs between them to the bathroom. They set out a selection of their own toilet items beside hers for their own use, and then fitted a twin coiled hose to faucets tapping into the hot and cold feeder pipes situated behind the pedestal of the basin. This fed a new toilet seat with a wide rim which clipped over the regular bathroom seat. It came with several interchangeable nozzles, one of which plugged into a tub of liquid soap disinfectant and another a tub of lubricating jelly both of which were fitted with pressurising pumps, which they placed behind the toilet bowl. There was also a little pad connected to the toilet seat and fitted with control pedals which went on the ground beside it. A rod from this connected it to the flush handle of the toilet cistern.
‘That’s so you can use it even with your arms cuffed,’ Bolt explained.
Jane goggled at in horror. ‘Does that happen often?’ she asked faintly.
‘Sometimes,’ Cam said. ‘If your master wants to keep you restrained then you learn to do things without using your hands.’
‘But that’s cruel,’ Jane said.
‘It can be, but it also can be exciting,’ Bolt said.
They sat her on the toilet and showed how to operate the foot pedals. The nozzles slid up into her backside and flushed her out and then delivered a final dollop of grease.
As she squirmed about the seat feeling sick, Bolt said: ‘You’ve got to keep yourself fresh and ready for use any time.’
‘But what if I don’t want to be used,’ Jane sobbed.
Bolt looked shocked while Cam said simply: ‘An Irontown girl is always ready to serve!’
There were restraining hooks fitted to large suction pads that Cam and Bolt placed the tiles over the bath and shower.
‘You never know if your master might want to have a shower with you,’ Bolt said.
‘There’s nothing like being chained up and soaped and washed by a naked master,’ Cam said brightly.
Soon afterwards Adam came up and had Jane bend over and present her greased backside for him to inspect. Fortunately he was satisfied with its cleanliness and slippery warmth. ‘Good, keep it like that,’ he told her. He checked his watch and looked at Cam and Bolt. ‘And now it’s time you prepared supper. Make it a proper meal. Brush must be very hungry by now. She’s only had an ice cream to eat all day…’
***
Cam and Bolt turned out to be good plain cooks and produced a satisfying three course meal, even when hampered by the hobble chains Adam had fitted to them. They heard them working in the kitchen even before they appeared with the food because he had also hung small bells on their nipple rings. The girls did not seem to mind and their nipples stood up proudly as they served the food out.
But Jane was hardly any position to appreciate the meal. She had never sat naked at a table before under such conditions.
A rubber mat had been placed on her chair with a moulded dildo rising vertically from it on it which was impaled up her greased backside. Just in front of the root of the dildo a fan of rub
But every tug on her wrist cords worked some hidden air pump in the mat and caused the prongs dug into her vulva to flex up and down and so the rubber mat under her bottom was already getting hot and sticky. She sat very upright, trying not to move and stimulate herself, and yet hunger drove her to eat heartily. Adam smiled at her from the other side of the dining table as she bit her lip against her helpless excitement.
Finally, just when they reach the dessert, Jane sobbed: ‘Please Master, why are you doing this to me?’
‘So that you learn to accept sexual pleasure at any time while doing anything, like other Irontown girls,’ Adam told her. ‘And of course to get you ready for bed…’
***
In fact, after Cam and Bolt had carefully cleared away the dinner things, Adam put them to bed first, leading Jane with him on her leash to see how this kind of thing was done in Irontown.
The second bedroom now had a shiny new double brass-framed bed in it, which Cam and Bolt slipped into and lay still side by side while Adam chained their collars to a device mounted on its headboard which incorporated a large brass alarm clock. The ends of their collar chains were hooked up into the back of the mechanism.
‘It’s an alarm clock which will also free them in the morning so they can get our breakfast ready,’ he explained.
Jane looked down at the two naked women doubtfully. ‘Couldn’t you have got them single beds, Master?’
Adam laughed while the girls stifled giggles. ‘They don’t want single beds. They’re Irontown girls and like to cuddle up together. What do you imagine they’ll be doing soon as we leave them?’ He snapped his fingers. ‘Make love,’ he commanded.
Immediately Cam and Bolt kicked back their sheets and embraced each other, mashing their breasts together, and kissed passionately. Their hands slid behind them and down into the clefts of their buttocks. They rolled and squirmed about and then Bolt twisted herself round on top of Cam and pressed her head down between her thighs which parted to welcome her.
Jane felt her cheeks burning and turned away from the two passionate women. With a chuckle Adam led her out of the girl’s room and closed the door behind them and across the landing to the master bedroom.
An even bigger brass-framed bed now occupied this in place of the modest one Jane had been taken from the night before. A sinister selection of whips, canes and dildo devices hung on a new rack set up beside it. Jane felt her stomach knotting up. And now it was just her and Adam and the inevitability of what was to come. He saw her looking at her intently as if planning what he was going to do with her.
‘Will you be good?’ Adam asked simply.
‘I’ll be good Master,’ Jane said miserably.
‘Then lie down with your arms out wide, your knees pulled up and feet raised,’ he commanded her.
She obeyed. He took a gag from the selection on the rack and pushed it into her unresisting mouth. Then he drew chains out of hidden recesses in the hollow corner posts of the bed head and clipped then to her wrist cuffs. Then he pulled her feet up over her head and spread them wide and then drew a second set of chains out of the post tops and secured her ankles to them. He reached under the bed and drew out more chains with rubber belts and hooks on their ends which he wrapped about her raised knees and pulled them tight, parting her thighs further. He pulled a vinyl covered dense foam rubber wedge out from a storage rack beneath the bed and pushed it under her haunches bracing her. Her bottom was now raised and her buttocks were taut, as if offering up the bare pouting cleft mound of her groin and the greased pucker of her anus beneath it. She could not be more exposed.
Beginning to breathe hard, Adam hastily stripped his clothes off, revealing a slim, pale but wiry body with a straining erection jutting up sharply beneath his belly. He was ready to mount a woman almost old enough to be his mother, and to her shame even as revulsion gnawed at her Jane felt her upraised pussy swimming in its own juices while her nipples stood up like hat pegs.
Adam selected a spanking paddle from the array and knelt on the bed just below her raised buttocks so that he could look Jane in the face through the splayed “V” of her legs. The swollen tip of his hard cock with this purple plum pushing through its foreskin bobbed up just above the cleft of her buttocks. He stroked the paddle blade over the tender lips of her sex mouth, making her shudder.
‘Mayor Goldsmith and Headmaster Bradawl showed a lot of trust when they gave you to me to look after and I don’t want to disappoint them,’ he told her earnestly. ‘So I’m going to turn you into a perfect Irontown slave. It’s up to you how much that will hurt, but remember this is what I’m prepared to do…’
And he swung the paddle sharply down between her thighs and it flattened her ringed pussy lips. Her lubrication splashed against the blade and across her belly and splayed thighs.
Jane shrieked about her gag and jerked on her chains and tried to twist her hips aside but the thigh straps held her down. The smacks of rubber on flesh echoed about the bedroom as Adam beat her and her sex mouth turned from pink to scarlet and burned and throbbed.
Then he leaned forward and beat her shivering breasts with the wet blade, driving her hard nipples down into them again and again until they turned the same tint as her pussy lips.
Suddenly he reached forward and pulled the gag out of her mouth. ‘What are you?’ he demanded.
She did not even pause to think. ‘I’m your slave, Master!’ Jane shrieked.
‘What is your name?’
‘BRUSH 01, Master!’
‘Tell me what you want!
‘For you to screw me please, Master! Fuck me now please…’
Adam jammed the paddle handle crosswise between her teeth and fell upon her and she felt his hard eighteen-year-old shaft thrust up into her rectum, forcing her greased sphincter open wide to let it slide up into her hot, tight, clinging passageway.
And as Adam’s cock pounded into her and brutally violated her bottom, Jane sobbed and clenched on the spanking paddle handle between her teeth and let her first true slave orgasm overwhelm her…
Chapter Five
Jane awoke with her mind still dull and sluggish, momentarily disorientated.
She was in a large, soft but strange bed and morning light was seeping in past the bedroom curtains. She was lying on her front with her arms pulled round behind her back. She tried to move only to find that her wrists were cuffed together. So were her ankles! A chain from a collar locked about her neck was fastened to the head of the bed. She was naked and her vagina and rectum ached and her bottom and sex lips were sore. Her mouth was plugged by a gag and there was hard metal piercing her nipples and sex lips and there was somebody in the big bed next to her…
It was Adam Tamper.
And then painful recollection filled Jane with a rush and she sobbed in despair.
Adam: the young man who had saved her from public degradation only to lead her about like a naked pet, who had beaten her with an electric whip, who had screwed her up against a tree, who she had then sucked clean, who had wiped his cock dry in her hair and who was now her official master and who last night had spanked her again and violated her bottom. And she had responded to all this with a shockingly intense orgasm: more than one in fact. How could she have reacted like that to such treatment from a young man almost half her age? What did that make her?
A victim of a perverse society and an impossible situation, of course, she told herself firmly. She had simply done what was necessary to save herself from unnecessary pain. So what if she’d sacrificed a little pride? She had been given no choice then and she still had no choice now. She was confined in the trappings of a slave in a city that apparently had been keeping women as slaves for over a century and a half. What would today bring?
The bedroom door opened and Bolt and Cam came, looking fresh, bright-eyed and still totally un-self-consciously naked. Cam was carrying a morning paper and Bolt was carrying a large breakfast tray laden with what looked like a full English breakfast for two. They pulled the curtains open and Adam stirred and sat up in the bed blinking; revealing his skinny body which had somehow dominated Jane so totally last night.
For a moment Jane saw a flash of pure teenage delight on his face as he found himself waking up in a bed next to a naked chained woman who he had enjoyed intimately whilst being waited on by two more. Then his features assumed a more mature and controlled expression as befitted a man of authority and responsibility.
‘Good morning, girls,’ he said.
‘Good morning, Master,’ they said meekly, bobbing their heads to Adam and then unfolding the tray legs and positioning it over his knees and laying the paper beside it.
Adam looked down at Jane and grinned with the satisfied expression of a man whose cock still carried her dried juices. ‘And how are you this morning, Brush?’ Jane screwed up her eyes miserably and shook her head. He pulled the bedclothes off Jane and swatted her bottom with the rolled-up paper, making her yelp.
He pulled her gag out. ‘I’ll ask again: how are you this morning?’
‘Sore, Master,’ Jane said.
‘Good. That means you’ll remember what I did to you.’ He looked at Cam and Bolt with momentary calculation and then said: ‘Both of you kiss Brush’s bottom.’
They obeyed without hesitation: bending over, their bare breasts with their ringed nipples swinging freely, and kissing her bottom on both cheeks with disturbing passion.
‘In a month I’ll have you obeying me just like them,’ Adam told her.
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