Two to Serve

by Jennifer Campbell

  Like a trained little slut slave, Gwen extracted the hard shaft and sucked it dutifully, but when Mr. Howard got close to his climax, he released my ankles, pulled his cock from Gwen’s mouth, and stroked it off right on my satisfied slave cunt. Then he renewed his grip on my ankles to the wall above me and gave us an ultimatum.

  “Now, you have two choices. You can have Gwen lick it up, or wipe and swallow with your fingers, but I don’t release these ankles until my semen is cleaned up.”

  Right then the intercom buzzed, and Ken Patterson’s voice inquired. “Gwen, Mr. and Mrs. Gianntelli are almost finished. I’ll be with Mr. Howard shortly.”

  Gwen’s tongue and my finger’s went to work as fast as they could.

  After Mr. Howard departed for his appointment, I gave Gwen the Web site Kelly had used to get into The Mansion and told her to check it out. Looking at my Mansion Rolex as I strode to the elevator, I saw it was quarter to three, perfect timing.

  * * * *

  As soon as I arrived back at The Mansion, I asked Gail about the procedure for ordering things to entertain staff. Laughing, she told me I just needed to ask a staff member, like Gordon, and delivery of the required item would be made to my room. Having arranged for Frank’s beer with Gordon, I went to my room to get a big dildo and open up my anus for Frank’s monster cock. Spending about an hour preparing myself, I saw the beer arrive in a small cooler, but Frank never did. Such are the whimsical moods of staff. So, at about midnight, I grabbed the cooler and headed over to Kelly’s room, where we shared a beer and some speculation over what tomorrow’s Two for the New ceremony would be like.

  “Well, we know new means us, novices, but two of what, and why two? At a place like The Mansion I would think if it were punishment, say cane strokes or something, we’d get more than two.” I took a swig of the beer, an imported brand, and waited for what Kelly thought.

  “What if it isn’t punishment? What if it’s like tasks, that we each have to complete two tasks. They might be sexual, or not, but if we fail, that’s when the punishment comes in.”

  Great thought, why didn’t I think of that?

  * * * *

  Saturday afternoon we were to lie out in the summer sun, Mansion style. About noon, Gail came to my room trailing Kelly, Petra , Clarissa, and the other novice I had not yet met, behind her. Gail introduced the ash-blond as Simone and told me she would be taking English classes with her novice training, as she only spoke French at the moment. Luckily, Gail spoke French, so she could interpret for her.

  “Okay, novices, we’re going to lie out in the sun, but the procedure will be a bit different than in the outside world. Follow me.” Gail trailed the five of us behind her as she descended the main stairway, passed through the front door, always open on the weekends, and hiked to a large area of lawn near the magnificent, wrought-iron front gate. Fortunately, we could see the front gate but a stand of Juniper bushes obscured our naked bodies from the occasional car passing by the main gate.

  Gail moved to the stone pillar near the gate and pressed a hidden button, and a horn sounded. Before too long, three men approached. One was pushing a small wheelbarrow filled with rope and pegs and bottles of some sort. Gail spoke to the tall one who was in the lead. “Hello, Master Colin, these five novices are to be staked out Mansion style, until six, when we will need them for the Two for the New ceremony. Any questions?”

  “No, first slave, it shall be done.” Master Colin did not exaggerate as he and his minions flew into well-practiced action. The bottles turned out to be industrial strength suntan lotion, and Master Colin got the best duty. He got to oil up all five of our slave girl bodies, allowing him to touch us everywhere.

  The second man was busy with large rubber dildos fixed over metal rods. Screwing the rods into holes set in the lawn, he set up five dildos rising out of the ground at 45-degree angles. The third man began separating rope and peg combinations and pounding the pegs into the ground at strategic locations.

  It all fell together in my mind, as I could see we would be oiled, staked out, and impaled on the dildos. My only questions were, anally or vaginally, and would there be punishment?

  “Okay, slaves, lie out next to the dildos and impale yourselves on them. Your choice, anally or vaginally, it doesn’t matter to me, the results will be the same.”

  The results, what results? Something more is going to happen.

  Obediently, all five of us lay out with our crotches to the dildos and impaled our slave cunts. All three men worked quickly to fasten our wrists and ankles tightly to the ground.

  Figuring this was it, sunbathing Mansion style, I was very wrong.

  Master Colin pulled five belts of some sort from the wheelbarrow and he and his assistants went about fastening them to us. When they arrived at me, I found the belt went around me lower than my waist, fastening tightly with a cord that ran between my legs to one side of the dildo. The belt was designed to assure the positioning for a small metallic button encased in rubber that enveloped my clit. Moving slightly to test the connection, I found it impossible to break the clitoral contact.

  Oh my God, this isn’t going to be what I think it is, not for six hours.

  However, despite my concern, Master Colin stepped back, pulled a small device from his pocket, and pressed a button on it. The rubber devices over our clits went crazy with powerful vibrations that would quickly propel us to orgasm, over and over again.

  Giving us a moment to adjust to the clitoral stimulation, Master Colin pressed another button, and I nearly freaked in shock as the dildos began to move, fucking us faster and faster.

  Fuck, this is going to be wonderful for an hour, perhaps more, but Gail called for six. Long before then we’re all going to be in orgasmic hell.

  Clarissa came first, about five minutes after Master Colin and his henchmen left, then Kelly climaxed, followed by Simone, crying out some sexy words in French. Petra held out for a while, and I wondered if she might outlast me as I gritted my teeth and battled my climax, trying to hold it off as long as possible.

  Just after I came, unable to resist any longer, I heard Petra gasp out her spend, but moments after that, Clarissa cried out. “No, please, stop. I’m too sensitive, can’t take anymore.”

  There was no answer to Clarissa’s plea, as nothing was heard over the buzzing of our stimulators, and the relentless shafting of our pussies.

  Two to Serve

  Chapter 13: Two for the New

  By the time Gail returned, we were all begging for relief, having come more times than we could count. I hope the ceremony is not sexual in nature, as none of us will come easily now. Master Colin and his men released us, and five sore, satisfied, and baked novices slipped the rubber phalluses out of their abused holes.

  “Okay, girls, go to your rooms, freshen up as best you can, and don your formal nylon for the ceremony. I will be around at nine to collect you. I’d say get some sleep, but you’re probably far too nervous for that. However, be at ease, you will all still be Mansion slaves on Sunday morning, I promise.”

  As we dragged ourselves back to The Mansion, Kelly spoke to me. “Jen, it has to be punishment, I don’t think I’m going to come for a week. Have you ever been so sexually spent?”

  “No, never, but I think Clarissa has gone over the edge, see how she’s walking.”

  Kelly turned and regarded Clarissa, walking bow-legged behind us, as she tried to keep anything from rubbing her clit or her vagina. “Shit, she’s all fucked out. It’s not funny, but it’s funny.” We giggled to each other but avoided letting Clarissa know we were amused at her.

  The surprise that waited in my room was definitely not funny. Frank, stroking his gigantic exposed cock, stood next to my bed. “There you are. On the bed, ass in the air, bitch. Time to feel me in your rose hole.”

  In shock, I stared at him, getting my attitude under control. What to say. Should I plead to be excused? Christ it’s fucking huge. Suddenly, I got inspiration, and spoke to him in my
best pleading slave voice. “Certainly, Master Frank, this slave is honored to feel your cock, but may she ask a favor?”

  Looking at me suspiciously at first, Frank broke into a grin. “Sure, what is it?”

  “Please don’t allow this slave to come. Don’t touch her clit or allow her to. She’s been bad, and a good ass fucking is all she deserves.” This is too easy.

  “No problem, I just want to fill that tight hole with semen .”

  * * * *

  Gingerly, Kelly and I eased ourselves down on our white twin dildos at the table in the hall of mirrors. Simone, who was to be Kelly’s future pair mate, sat impaled beside her, and Petra sat across from us with the tired-looking Clarissa. As the anal dildo slipped in, I was actually flooded with relief, as it was so much smaller than Frank had been.

  Master entered with Gail beside him, ball gagged and cuffed, and took his place at the head of the table. Gail sat on the floor to his right, her head resting on his leg. In her black nylon, she looked so edible to me.

  “A few changes before I allow Gail to start the meeting. Amelia, stand up, take your chair, and yield your position.”

  Amelia, who sat second at his right, looked stunned, but she obeyed, standing and removing her chair from its place.

  “Selina, move to Amelia’s position; it is yours now.”

  Selina who had been the first sitting slave to Master’s right showed no emotion at the slight demotion, perhaps because she knew Amelia was destined to suffer worse.

  I had assumed the rankings went first to Gail, sitting to the right of Master’s feet and then back and forth down the table first to the right, and then the left. This meant Selina had been second in Master’s eye, but now she was fourth, and poor Amelia was in limbo, not sure where she would end up. Not knowing how important this was, I had to assume it was of major import, else why would Amelia have been so stunned and have such a worried look on her face.

  “Jennifer, rise and come forth, and bring your chair.” The collective gasp of all the veteran girls shocked me, but I kept my cool, trusting my Master, and rose, picking up my chair with the waving white dildos to bring it with me. Gail’s eyes spoke of pride to me, as did Master’s, but I could find no comfort in any other eyes save my fellow novices. Part of me wanted to sit at his right, second among his slaves, but part of me was terrified of what my sisters might think of such a brash novice.

  “Amelia, take Jennifer’s place; it is yours now. Remember lying, scheming, and greed are not the values of The Mansion.”

  Holy shit, Master doesn’t mince words. Standing apart from the table, to his extreme right, I watched as Amelia hung her head and made her way obediently down the table. Not knowing if she deserved her disgrace, I was equally unsure if I deserved to sit were I was certain Master was about to place me. My dominant side would accept this, but my submissive side feels she hasn’t earned it yet.

  “Place your chair where Selina’s was, Jennifer, and assume the place you are due.” With every slave girl in the room staring at me, wishing me luck or ill, I placed the chair and eased down on the dildos, wanting to be invisible.

  Reaching to remove Gail’s ball gag, Master smiled at me. He favors me, and that sustains me, but what of the others?

  Gail stood and Master nodded for her to begin her meeting. “I open this meeting of the board of Mansion Slaves Corporation. The sole purpose is to conduct a Two for the New Ceremony, so no new business will be discussed. I need four volunteers to mentor the novices, as I have decided to mentor Jennifer. If volunteers are not forthcoming, I shall assign the duties.”

  Angel spoke up for Petra , a gleam in her eye, followed by Allison claiming Clarissa. I looked with fear at Gail when Selina asked for Kelly, but Gail already had my concerns in mind.

  “No. Danielle, you take Kelly, and Tanya will take Simone. Tanya, if you need to communicate, I’ll translate for you. All rise, and mentors prepare your charges. The meeting is adjourned.”

  I was dazzled as I felt I was seeing Gail at her corporate best, as she took charge and barked out commands.

  Master passed out cuffs, nipple chains, blindfolds, and rope to the mentors, who moved to their charges and cuffed their wrists behind their backs. Gail blindfolded me, and then I felt her snap the chain clamps to my nipples.

  “Here, take the chain in your mouth for now, and put your elbows together behind your back.”

  Doing as instructed, I felt her bind my elbows together tightly and then take the chain from my mouth.

  “Everyone proceed to the dungeon. Mentors lead your novices there by their nipples.”

  We began to move, slowly at first, so we could adjust to being led by our nipple chains, but Gail was insistent, giving me a few quick painful jerks to convince me to trust her and walk faster. The way I figured it, as long as Amelia didn’t have my nipple chain in her hand, I would be all right.

  The next thing I knew, we were going down stairs, a frightening feeling when you are being pulled along by your nipples. Hearing strange noises, like creaking doors and the vault-like sound of our collective footsteps, and feeling the floor change to hard, rough stone, I assumed we had descended to the dungeon. When we stopped, Gail removed my blindfold, and I was impressed.

  The room was good sized, and was done up to look like the epitome of the classic mediaeval dungeon. Stone walls were lit by torches lining them, illuminating chains hanging everywhere, and instruments of torture lining the walls. A wrought iron candelabrum hung in the center of the room, and five sets of stocks were lined up under it. We novices will soon be in them, and it seems punishment is the focus.

  Everyone, except for us novices and our mentors broke away and seated themselves Indian-style on the floor around the stocks. Master took a seat on a raised throne seat, and Gail addressed us. “Two for the New is a simple ceremony deriving its name from what you all shall receive. Your mentors will place you in the stocks, rendering your head and feet helpless as your hands already are. Your mentor will stay beside you and offer advice to you should you need it, but she will not interfere in what you must receive. Each Mansion slave will rise, select a punishment device, and then they will inflict it on you twice, hence the name, with whatever harshness they choose. When all slaves are done, Master will inflict his two strokes, sealing you to your servitude and ending your part in the ceremony. After the ceremony, you will all be taken to your rooms, mounted on the Y poles you have no doubt seen on your balconies, where you will spend the evening. At dawn you will be taken down, a full novice ready to begin her training.” Gail broke to lead me to the stocks, securing me as she had described; then she turned to address Master. “Any words for the new, Master? They would benefit from your advice, for they crave it.”

  “Well, beyond to remembering to breathe in and out regularly to mitigate the pain, I would suggest they think about the motto. They have already wished to be taken, and their submission has granted them that honor, but if they truly long to serve, they will tolerate the pain well, perhaps even without a sound. In that way they will not have to hope to please me, for I promise, they will have pleased me.” As Master spoke, I had seen Gail take a crop off the wall and wondered who would be first, or would the format be for each slave to do all five of us in succession.

  “Thank you, Master, for the novices. As the hardest strokes can be made in the beginning, Jennifer will start us off, as she has much to prove to us all.”

  Oh shit, me first, when Selina and Amelia are strong as they can be. Starting the slow, cleansing breaths that I knew would aid me, I watched fourteen Mansion slaves get up and move to the walls, choosing a weapon with which to torment me. Strangely, Amelia sat on the floor, not moving, and stared at me. What the fuck does she have on her mind?

  Nobody said ready, set, go, so Gail’s initial crop stroke caught me by surprise, in both its suddenness and its severity. Targeting my inner thigh, as my legs were spread wide enough to make that possible, Gail hit her mark, and I had all I could do to stifle
my reaction. I want to remain soundless, as Master challenged us to.

  Gail’s second stroke was harder, but I was more prepared, so I weathered it better. Done now, the first slave stepped aside, and Selina stepped forward, flogger in hand. Glancing, I saw it was a light, thin filament flogger, which belied the term light. Lighter for the dominant to weld, perhaps, but they bit with much more pain than their heavier cousins.

  Selina ripped my bottom twice in quick succession, coming closer than Gail had to bringing forth a cry from me, but I took it and knew that no one else but Amelia would be as motivated to hurt me.

  Now, one by one they filed up to my backside, like men on circus day trying to strike the target to dump their boss into the dunking tank. Some had crops, and some had whips, and three had whippy canes, but none struck hard enough to get sound from my lips, until there were only two left. Amelia and Master, two very different forces, but I feared both. Fearing Amelia for her obvious motivation to hurt me, I was psyched out by her not taking a weapon.

  In Master’s case I feared his strength, and his knowledge. If he wants to make me cry out, he will, so I have to be willing to settle for being stoic through all the others.

  Amelia stood up, still glaring at me, and approached Master. Getting to her knees, she spoke softly. “Master, it is clear to this slave she no longer serves you well. I ask for permission not to strike my blows, but to be allowed to rip the clamps from Jennifer’s nipples as my two blows. As a bargain, I shall leave The Mansion never to return, if you grant this request.”

  Damn it, she’s such a little bitch. She’s bargaining politically to get her licks in, knowing Master wants rid of her.

  “A most unusual request, slave. Give me a moment to consider.”

  “As you please, Master.”

  Beckoning to Gail, they whispered together for a few moments, and then Gail knelt, giving way to Master’s decision.