Two to Serve

by Jennifer Campbell

  “Granted, but you leave tonight in a limo, taking nothing but the property you owned at your taking, no settlement, as your contract will be voided. Agreed?”

  Master drives a hard bargain, testing whether she will forgo her half million and leave with nothing. How much does she want to torment me?

  “As you please, Master, this slave agrees.” With an evil glint in her eye, Amelia rose and stepped to me, for at that moment there was only her and me.

  It’s going to happen, because Master has allowed it, so like everything else Master wills, I accept it.

  Amelia reached out and grasped the chain between my breasts, closer to my right than my left. Realizing she intended to pull the clamps off one at a time, to double my agony, I began to breath and licked my lips.

  To tease me, she began to jerk the chain, shooting pain to my breasts, but Master stopped her. “You have permission to pull the clamps off, slave; do so and be done with it, or lose the privilege.”

  Amelia did not respond verbally, instead she grasped the chain close to my right nipple and yanked.

  A flash of white-hot pain ripped through me, but I did not utter a single peep. Take that bitch.

  Shocked by my stoicism, the room murmured with the gasps of astounded Mansion slaves, as Amelia stared at me and then twisted the chain near my left nipple until it twisted my tit. Once twisted, she ripped the clap away from tender nipple flesh.

  Grimacing, gritting my teeth, and feeling my body spasm to the excruciating pain, I had all I could do to control my voice. Slaves need to scream, it lets out some of the pain mentally if not physically, and to be denied it is to be denied an outlet, forced to bear more of the pain. Bucking in the stocks, I felt what I assumed was Gail’s body spreading over me to comfort me.

  “It’s over, Jen, she’s done her worse.”

  Raising my head, I looked at Amelia and simply said what came to mind. “Get out of here, bitch, like Master commands, you are not worthy to serve.”

  “Yes, time for you to go.” Master said as he pressed a button on his cell phone. “Dave, send some men for Amelia; she’s leaving tonight. She’s yours for the limo ride, but don’t bring Glen, as I don’t want your personality to be diluted. Do you take my meaning?”

  The whole room gasped, as they realized the effect of inflicting Mr. Red on a slave without the balance of Mr. Blue.

  Master closed his cell, and Gail spoke. “Master, the novice awaits your blows.”

  “So she does, and she shall have them.” The door to the dungeon opened and Dave entered with two guards, who grabbed Amelia and lead her away. Dave smiled at his employer, and I wondered how long it had been since Mr. Red had been allowed to come out and play alone. Shuddering with the thought, I changed my gaze to my approaching Master.

  “Understand, my pretty ones, that the punishment tool God gave us all is the best. Flesh on flesh, and with just my hand I will bring screams forth from this novice.”

  Moving behind me where I could not see, he grasped my waist tightly, raising it slightly, which I thought odd.

  “Now watch closely, to learn and assure I only use two strokes.”

  Bracing myself for pain the likes of which I had not yet felt, I closed my chocolate eyes.

  Master’s hand thrust toward my bottom, but it did not strike there, instead it buried three fleshy fingers deep in my pussy.

  Groaning at the sudden reversal of tactics, I heard Master’s voice.

  “One stroke. Now you release the waist, and pivot bringing your other hand to bear. Then you take your second stroke.” Again faking a thrust toward my bottom, he hit the target, pushing two fingers deep in my rectum.

  “Two strokes, but it may take a few moments for the slave to feel the full effect.” That said, Master set his digits to frigging me madly, and whether it was all the pain that had fueled me, or his skill, I quivered and climaxed in moments. Screaming out my pleasure where I had not screamed out my pain.

  Withdrawing his fingers from my holes, Master stood and regarded the strange looks on his slave’s faces, and it was Gail who put their thoughts into words. “Master, Two for the New has always been about pain, not pleasure.”

  “I am well pleased with this slave’s behavior, and as far as I see she had been taken, served, and pleased in my eyes. Furthermore, as pleasure and pain are close cousins, what does it matter which we use. I only said flesh on flesh, and I think you’ll all agree she deserves it after what Amelia did.”

  Smiling, Gail did not challenge Master, and the veterans applauded me.

  “Clarissa is next I believe.” Master remarked as Gail freed me from the stocks.

  * * * *

  None of my fellow novices matched my feat of not crying out to their pain, but I could tell by Master’s facial expressions that he was pleased with all of us. Simone was the closest to me, and when she did cry out, it was in French, which we all thought was so very sexy, if screams of agony can be sexy. Clarissa turned out to be the blubbering one, begging to stop the pain, so much so that she was gagged halfway through.

  Although Gail pleaded for me, Master made her put the nipple clamps back on my sore buds, and I did not feel bad about groaning with the pain, because I knew my sisters all knew how sore I was. Blindfolded and once again led by my nipples, I carefully ascended the stairway to the third floor, trying to listen to the whispered talk, but catching very little of it.

  Knowing we where going to each novice’s balcony to deposit her on her Y post did little good in telling me whether I would be first deposited or last. However, when I heard Kelly moan as she was lifted up onto her post and her clit was let down on the V notch, I knew I was not first. As it turned out I was the last lifted, and as I was set down on the notch, and my feet were tied so my legs would be pulled taut, I realized how awful this would be. With my gash and clit crushed down on this unyielding wood, and the rest of my body helplessly immobilized, it would be a long night, even thought it must be the wee hours now, and dawn would come soon.

  Yet, I had misjudged the sexually charged world that was The Mansion, and as soon as my legs were stretched taut, and my arms were bound to the top of the Y, I felt a licking at my clit. Master removed my blindfold, and I saw it was Gail, licking me so deliciously. Could she make me come, after the multiple orgasms of this afternoon and Master’s dynamic forced orgasm just an hour ago? I was not going to bet against her sweet tongue.

  “Take your time, Gail, all that you need, but make the bliss roll over her time and time again. Stay here till dawn if you wish, as our little gem has already accomplished something we had failed to do in two years. Without Amelia to manipulate, Selina has lost much of her power.”

  Smiling at Master, I did not speak, as I was too washed away in where Gail’s tongue was taking me. Master stayed and watched me come once, and then he turned to leave, but Gail stopped him with a question.

  “Master, I have waited so long, and, with Jennifer, we are so close. Please tell me how much longer, before the day you promised comes.”

  Barely cognizant, in the throes of my orgasm, I was intrigued. What day has Master promised Gail?

  “Hard to predict, she still has novice training, but I expect she will breeze through it in perhaps three weeks. After that it’s mostly your teaching that will get her ready. Two, maybe three, months, my dear, and it will happen.”

  Gail gasped, and I imagined that indicated she was thrilled with this day being so close, but I was not certain what the day was. Yet clearly, I am a key factor in making it come. Resolving to ask Gail tomorrow, I watched Master kiss her and leave my balcony.

  Carefully removing my nipple clamps, Gail pressed her face into my belly, and apparently she thought I was asleep, as I had not reacted to the removal of the clamps. “Oh, Jen, you’re the answer to my dreams. Sent to me when I was so full of despair; you have made all things possible again.”

  She went back to licking my clit again, so softly that my sensitivity was not too high, and the most ama
zing thing happened—I fell asleep on the Y post.

  Awaking in the softness of my bed, I almost thought the whole night a dream until I brushed against my nipples and felt how sore they were. The sun high in the sky told me it was past noon, but I had been allowed to sleep in.

  Desiring to see Kelly, and compare our experiences, I slipped out of bed and walked to my door, but when I got there, a slave girl in a blinking violet collar stepped into my path.

  Selina did not say much, but the smoldering hatred in her eyes told me she meant every word. “Watch out, bitch; you just became my biggest target.”

  Two to Serve

  Chapter 14: Novice Training

  Gail went ballistic when I told her of Selina’s threat. “That fucking conniving slut. I’ll fix her. I’m going to find a way to get her ass kicked out.” She was fuming, and her violet light was pulsing more rapidly than Selina’s had been. Hugging me, she assured me I was in no danger and Master would not allow Selina to behave like this.

  “Okay, easy, and hear me out, because maybe we shouldn’t even tell Master.”

  Gail looked at me as if I had sprouted another head. “What do you mean?”

  “Well, from what I understand, Selina is the source of your troubles, and now she’s mad because she’s lost her little soldier, Amelia. Meaning we have rattled her, and she’s dying to strike back, which means she vulnerable to doing something stupid, which would enrage Master, and perhaps sway the other girls against her. In business, if you know your competition’s intentions, you should have the upper hand.”

  Putting my arm around Gail’s shoulder, I walked her to my door. “Let’s take a long walk in the gardens, and I’ll tell you how we can perhaps trick her. If we let her think . . .”

  * * * *

  Kelly, Simone, Petra , Clarissa, and I were informed we would start our novice training on Wednesday night at 6 pm sharp. So we would not be late the time was programmed into our collars, so they would alarm ten minutes before class began. It was because of my work schedule that we had to train at night, and we were told the classes would be three hours long on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday nights, but would not likely last longer than a month.

  Wednesday also turned out to be a pivotal day at work, as I slumped further into my malaise over the corporate career I had once so cherished. This need for submission, to be a slave, is overwhelming me. Will there be anything left of my dominant self once novice training is done? Needing to talk to someone of the same corporate ilk as I, I buzzed Donna on the intercom. “Donna, get me Lionel Aldridge, CEO of Magnum Industries, on the phone, and don’t be put off.”

  Softly her voice came back. “Yes, Mistress.”

  I drifted off dreaming of the man who had played Mr. White for me. His heady Jamaican accent and the powerful and passionate way he had fucked me as my first black man. Unlike Master’s employees, he had simply wanted sex with a beautiful woman, not so much with a slave, so it felt more like a forbidden tryst than submission. I need to talk to him now, and I would love to have him take me again.

  It would also be a good test for Donna, to see if she had the boldness and persistency to get through his assistant, who would likely have no idea who Jennifer Campbell was.

  Fifteen minutes later, she buzzed me. “I have Mr. Aldridge on two. He’s a hard man to get a hold of.”

  “You don’t know the half of it, Donna. Well done, you can do things you think you cannot. Thank you.”

  Deciding to be open with Lionel, I picked up my phone. “Hello, Mr. White, long time no see. You haven’t visited my Master recently.”

  His lovely accent made me feel like he was right here in my office. “No, Keefe has invited me twice since we last met, but I was insanely busy both times. So, are you serving at The Mansion now? Well, I don’t mean right now, because I know Mansion slaves don’t have telephones, but have you been taken?”

  “Oh, yes, taken and confirmed, and my bottom and nipples are sore from Saturday’s Two for the New. Oh, and there’s a security guard, Frank, who is almost as large as you.” Giggling, I sensed now that I truly wanted to see him again, physically and sexually.

  “I’m sorry I missed your Two for the New, you must have been magnificent. Let me check my schedule here, I feel a few days this weekend freeing up. Oh, yes, Denise can reschedule those, and move this to there. I’ll call Keefe and invite myself for the weekend.”

  “I can’t tell you how much that thrills this slave, but I wanted to talk to you about some other matters, strategic things, and corporate moves. I know we’re small compared to Magnum, but do you know anyone on the board of Donnigans?”

  “Not sure, have your assistant fax Denise a list of your board members, and I’ll look it over for familiar names. You have me intrigued, in more ways than you think, about what you are planning. Clearly you’re still working despite serving Keefe, but is the desire waning?”

  At first surprised he suspected my malaise, I then realized it would make it so much easier to talk to him. “How did you know? I thought you were only in Master’s games for the sex, and the dominant/submissive thing didn’t interest you.”

  Chuckling, he made my pussy pulse with his next revelation. “I never said I was completely uninterested. Truthfully, when I meet a submissive like you, it sparks my interest. So what is your devious mind up to?”

  Soaking in his compliment, I imagined him as a Master. Oooou, what a Master. “Nothing Machiavellian, I assure you, just a consult on some Mansion politics, and a friend who has friends on my board. My interest is waning, as you suspected, but I’d like to hand pick my successor here, and for that I need some clout.”

  “Well, I agree with the concept of hand picking your successor, as success knows success, so even if I don’t know your board members, I’m fairly certain they’ll accept a call from the CEO of Magnum. We’ll talk about this and other things this weekend, you naughty slave.”

  “Yes, Master Lionel, we will, and this slave cannot wait for your touch.” Hearing the phone click on the other end, I knew he had hung up, but my fingers moved to my pussy, and I shamelessly frigged myself to a sweet orgasm while the phone lay in my lap.

  * * * *

  “Kelly, are you there? Time for our first class.” I poked my head through her open doorway half an hour before class was to begin, because I thought we might go early and met our instructor. Seeing her still form lying on the bed, I thought she was sleeping, and I moved to awaken her, but then I saw the marks. Red, sore, raw and obviously incredibly painful, they covered Kelly’s back, bottom, and legs and must have been made by something akin to a cat-o-nine tails. “Kelly, wake up, are you okay.”

  Touching her head and shoulders, as I did not wish to aggravate the whip marks, I shook her slightly, and thankfully she came to. “Owww, shit, my back and bum, who did this?”

  Shocked that she did not know, I tried to help her turn over, but she was in obvious agony. “You don’t know who did this?” I had assumed this was administered by someone on staff, despite the brutality of the whipping, but Kelly’s statement had brought up a hideous possibility in my mind.

  “No, I came in the room and someone with incredible strength grabbed me from behind. They hogtied me and beat me mercilessly until I passed out, and the next thing I know you’re waking me up. Oh, my God, my pussy.”

  She had managed to prop herself up on her side, and at her comment, I looked at her sex and was shocked at the beating it had also taken. Her clit and labia lips were also red and swollen, and little flecks of blood could be seen where her intimate skin had been broken through. Looking closer, I saw that the work must have been done with an incredibly fine-filament whip, as some of the skin on her pussy lips appeared as if it were almost shredded.

  “If you think you’re all right for the moment, I’m going to get help. I don’t understand how this could happen with all these cameras, but this is not right.”

  “Yah, I’m good for now, but I think Master should know.”


  Running from Kelly’s room, I bounded down the grand stairway and spotted Gordon at his usual spot near the door. Dashing to his feet, I told him of Kelly’s torture. “Master Gordon, Kelly has been tortured in her room, and it was brutal, not like Master or the staff would do. I think . . . I think . . .” Stopping, I wondered what I did think. Some lunatic has broken into The Mansion and tortured Kelly.

  To his credit, Gordon acted quickly and with intelligence. Pulling out his cell phone, he pressed one button. “Dave, medical aid to Kelly’s room on third floor west wing. Seal the gates and run security check 1. And put me through to Keefe.”

  Ten minutes later Kelly was being treated by two paramedics, and The Mansion doctor was on his way. In Kelly’s room our Master paced back and forth as he, Gail, Gordon, Dave, and I watched the paramedics work.

  “Is she going to be okay, to the best of your knowledge, gentlemen?” Master asked the medics.

  Raising his head, the taller one confirmed the best news we could hear, “She should be, but I’ll leave the final determination to Doc Blakely. He’s the expert. She is, however, going to hurt for a while. The guy who did this is serious.”

  Kelly added in a weak voice, “I second that thought, Master.”

  “Seriously deranged, you mean. Dave, how could someone get in her room without us knowing?” The upset evident in his voice, Master questioned his security chief, who also looked grievously upset.

  “I’m waiting on a report on that. My whole staff is on it, but I have my suspicion, false feed, no doubt.”

  “What do you mean false feed?” Never had I seen Master so agitated, and Gail looked upset for him.

  “He would still have to take a chance on not being initially spotted, but in a guard’s uniform or the whites of kitchen staff he would initially pass unnoticed. Once he gets into a room, he has to know where the feeds to the cameras are, and then he cuts into them and feeds a scene he’s filmed himself to the camera, like an empty room, or Kelly sleeping. Someone at the console downstairs looks at the screen and thinks everything is okay. He has as much time to torture Kelly as he has tapes to play to the camera feed. This guy is good, very good.”