Total Control 3: Downfall

by Alan Horn

  "Yeah, boss. I'm getting stiff as you talk about her."

  "Maureen, have you thought about what your life will be once you have a master?"

  "Yes, master. Here that's about all I have to think about. Here I have no choices. In my mind I imagine all the many ways I might be treated. If I belonged to you, for instance. I would do domestic duties, like cleaning and polishing while you were working. You would hold me to high standards and expect everything to be spotless, even my own chains and rings. I expect I would have a long chain locked on my collar so I couldn't run away. I would have to have some use of my hands. Maybe they would be locked together in front. I would spend the time when you were home feeding you and loving you. I would use my mouth, my anus, and my vagina to service you. I would cuddle as close to you as you would allow. I would always be naked. If you wanted I would sleep in your bed, suitable chained. Or if you wanted to sleep, you could chain me at the foot of the bed. I expect you would whip me for punishment and for your pleasure. I have learned that many people get pleasure from whipping a girl. Have I come close to your expectations, master?"

  "Indeed, indeed. You make me want you. You have the potential to be a superlative temptress, Maureen. I would have to keep you gagged most of the time."

  The two trainers returned and took me to a thing they called the horse. I looked like a plank mounted on edge on two trestles. The made me stand on two boxes and slid the plank between my legs. The trestles had a fixture to hold it on edge. Two short chains fixed my ankles to the floor, as wide apart as my hobble allowed. My hands were still locked to the back of my collar. They took the two boxes out from under my feet and all my weight rested on the narrow part of the plank. It hurt a lot. Then one of them pulled my leash so I was forced to bend forward. My cunt was now bearing all my weight. He clipped the end of the leash to the end of the plank so I was held way forward. The pain was terrible. The wood was inside my labia lips and I was resting on my inner lips. It was cutting me in two. I screamed and screamed. I yelled. "Let me down. In heavens name let me down." God. I thought the whip was bad. This was a thousand times worse. It was killing me. I begged, I pleaded, I screamed some more. The men stood and looked at me. I was so fucking helpless. I couldn't move and my own weight was pulling me down onto that horrible device. So simple. A plank of wood and my pussy was killing me.

  One of the trainers walked up to me and when I opened my mouth to plead with him for mercy, he rammed a gag into my mouth. It hurt even more when I couldn't scream. All the pain was bottled up in me, getting worse with every passing second. Then, horrors, they left me alone in my misery. They turned off the light and I was alone with pain in the dark. Only they could stop the pain. The pain blotted out all other thought. I wept bitter tears. If only they had waited. If only I could speak. I would tell them everything.

  Endless ages of agony passed lingeringly. My pain seeped into every pore of my being. What if they forgot me. Please come back. Please. My moans were soft in my ears.

  Then the light came on and the men returned. Travis removed my gag.

  "Please let me down. Please. I'll tell you everything I know. It hurts."

  "Maureen, who is in charge of WSPU?"

  "Emmeline. Emmeline Pankour. She gives the orders. Please let me down. I can't think."

  "When we're done, Maureen. Did she tell you to burn that house?"

  ...

  After an age of agony and confession, they put the boxes back under my feet and released my leash. The pain as I raised my crushed loins off the plank was almost as bad as when I was sitting on it. The blood rushing back made my cunt burn with an unholy fire.

  Travis knelt me back where I was earlier and locked my leash to a floor ring. He told the younger one to watch me and left.

  "Please, Master, may I speak?"

  "OK."

  "How long was I on that thing?"

  "Thirty minutes."

  My God. I thought I was on it for hours. My cunt was quite sore and I had only endured it for thirty minutes. I thought it was going to kill me. If I had been left on it for hours, how could I endure it? I guess endure is the right word. I was slave. I would endure the horse for exactly as long as my masters left me on it. I had no choices anymore. I vowed that I would do anything, anything to avoid punishment. I would commit any indignity, violate any confidence to avoid the horse.

  I could feel my shattered will lying in pieces around my mind. I was so broken. I was the most abject and obedient of slaves. I vowed to obey every order, answer every question and be the most loyal slave possible. I would strive to be the best slave ever and give the most pleasure to my master or mistress. I was elated. All my internal fears, concerns, and uncertainties had vanished with that simple vow. I had thrown away temptation and ambivalence and choice.

  Travis came back with Elizabeth and one of his men. He locked her beside me and said, You both gave us names and places that match. I don't think we will have any more questions for you now. Mary is still riding the horse. We'll give her another hour before we check on her again." He told his men to go get some lunch and he would watch us. He sat down in a chair and looked at us.

  "Master," I said, "may I speak?" This policemen had gotten what he wanted from us. Maybe he would help us in some small way.

  Travis smiled and said, " Maureen, I am astonished at the discipline you show in just a few short days. Yes, you and Elizabeth may speak, but stay respectful. Dear Mary is quite inventive in her invective."

  "Master, may we have our hands unlocked? They have been locked behind us the whole time we've been here. We can't escape. Our feet are chained and we're leashed to the floor."

  "Maureen, I only have the keys to your leashes and I am told it is part of your training."

  "Master, you are a powerful man in the police. Would you help us in some small way if you could?

  "We don't have any say in your lives. You are slaves and you're being trained to be useful and provide pleasure to your master. What could I do?"

  "Master, I wasn't teasing earlier when I told you how I would like to be yours. You are strong and would be a fair but stern master. You wouldn't hurt me too much. Would you claim me as your slave if I were offered?"

  "You haven't been here long, Maureen. Do you know that men and women get great pleasure from whipping a girl?"

  "I've heard that. We're whipped every day and I know that I'm starting to like it. I know the trainers that whip us enjoy it. Are you telling me you would like it, Master?"

  "You have the most spankable and whippable bottom I have ever seen. I would love to do either."

  Master, I wish you would spank me. I would treasure the experience. There is a good chance you would too. Elizabeth and I are only slaves. Our only purpose in life is to bring you pleasure. I am good at servicing men with my mouth, too."

  He stood up and pulled his chair close to me. "Your leash is long enough. Stand and drape yourself over my lap."

  My loins were hot. I wanted him in me. I blushed and said, "Yes, Master."I stood and lay across his lap. I could feel his rigid member poke me in the pussy. The first blow came as soon as my weight landed on his legs. My pussy flamed in time to my ass. He alternated blows between my ass cheeks. The pain was lost in my swirling senses. I was so hot I was ready to explode. I squealed and kicked to no avail. His blows rained down on me like hail, one smarting sting of pure joy after another. His cock felt like a pole in my groin. I begged for more, harder, faster. I came, gloriously with a scream and moans.

  He threw me off his lap and said, "Service me, slave. Now." He opened his fly and a monster cock leapt out. It was huge and potent. I worshiped it with my lips and tongue. He grabbed my head and face fucked me. It filled my mouth to capacity and he pumped my head on off. He came soon, filling my mouth with his hot cum. I greedily swallowed it all and sucked him dry. When I was done cleaning him, I kissed the end of his cock and said, "Thank you master. I hope I pleased you." I felt the rosy glow in my ass. A fine seasoning to my or
gasm.

  "You gave a fine performance too, lass. My thanks. And I enjoyed spanking you. I was correct. You have the most spankable ass I've ever seen."

  "Master, can I take it then that you might consider purchasing me if I'm available?"

  "I will think about it, lass."

  "Master, I wonder if you know about this slavery business. I mean I know I am now property and someone will own me. What will happen to any property I owned when I was enslaved?"

  "Any thing you owned will become the property of your first master. If he sells you later, your former property remains his."

  "Master, just as a point of information and not to influence any of your decisions, I had property. I had a large house, a carriage, several horses and some stock. It all was left to me by my parents. "

  "Conniving wench. You would entice me with money besides your beautiful body? I thought you knew police officers cannot be bribed."

  "Of course, Master. It never crossed my mind."

  21 May 1913. Scotland Yard

  CI Travis' Office:

  Travis asked, "So how are they organized?"

  Hotchkiss replied, "Sir, from the data we have so far it looks like there is a captain for each district. Policy is given to the captains. The captains decide what action to take in their district. It appears that the upper echelon, only one or two people, decide on policy."

  "That's a simple structure for as many women as we've seen in marches, Ray."

  "Yes, sir. We believe the criminal activities are kept separate from the peaceful marches. It could be because most of the members won't go as far as the small group of terrorists. It looks like two different command structures. They likely come together at the top with a few charismatic leaders."

  "So, you think you have several captains and leaders identified?"

  "Yes, Sgt.s Saxby and Vines put together a list based on the sources you interrogated. There are two of them who work at the same mill as Mary Stanton. That's our best bit of misinformation to use. Sgt. Vines thinks his girl may be an unwitting source of information for Adeline Johnson. If you agree, He will tell Miss Meyers that it looks like that mill is the source of some terrorists. If we are right, there will be an emergency meeting of the captains and leaders. They will want an agreed action before we act."

  "OK, sounds good. Then we put a watch on WSPU HQ and a tail on Miss Johnson and Miss Pankour?"

  "Yes, sir and we get a couple of large flying squads ready to respond to any meeting. "

  Chapter 6 - Lovers

  22 May 1913 . Emmeline Pankour's Home

  My coach stopped at my house. The footman opened the door. Ingrid, my secretary and a striking blond and I got out. "Samuel. Put the coach away then take the night off."

  "Very good, Madam."

  "Ingrid, tell Maude we'll have a late supper in the parlor then go up and change, please."

  "Of course, Emma."

  ...

  I heard Ingrid and looked up as she entered the parlor. She's wearing stockings, garters, and high heels. Handcuffs hold her hands behind her. She twirls in the entrance. She is beautiful. The black stockings and high shoes make her long legs seem even longer and show corded muscles. They contrast delightfully with her fair Swedish complexion and long blond hair. "You like this, Emma?"

  I wanted her in bed now, but dinner was coming. I decided to wait. I needed to practice patience. "Gorgeous, Ingrid. I like you. I need you tonight. These meetings and their endless squabbling drives me to distraction. No one in the Organization seems to take a longer view than a week."

  "Can I help you relax, Emma?" Ingrid slithered languidly to Emmeline, smirking as only a lascivious blond can.

  "After dinner, love. I'm famished. Maude should bring it in shortly."

  Ingrid kneels in front of me and licks my exposed knee. I smile and pulls my skirt higher. Ingrid licks up the inside of my right thigh. She burrows her head under my skirt and licks the naked labia lips.

  Ingrid raises her head and looks up, "Emma, darling, you're sopping wet down here. Its a treat for me, but you must have been frustrated to tears. Why didn't you tell me. I can help. I want to help. I love helping you. "

  Maude wheeled a serving cart into the parlor and said, "Dinner, madam."

  "Bring it over here, please, Maude. Ingrid, stop that and come over and kneel bedside the chair."

  The cart is low enough I can eat from it. Maude casts a knowing glance at Ingrid and leaves. Ingrid ignores her and cuddles up close to my chair.

  "Darling, turn around and face me. Slide up so your knees are against the chair. Good. Now open your legs wide. Kneel up. Stick your breasts out. They are very nice and deserve a prime location. I want to see them all the time we are eating."

  I ate some vegetables then fed some to Ingrid. She craned her head toward me and opened wide, like a baby bird. I put the fork in her mouth and waited for her lips to close. I pulled the fork out.

  "I was looking through a naughty magazine and saw a tart who had rings in her nipples. You would look alluring with some large gold rings.. Would you like that?"

  She looked shocked. Her mouth opened in a perfect circle and her eyes grew wide. "Emma, I have never considered it. I imagine it will hurt a lot."

  "Darling, it will sting when they're pierced, but I understand the soreness goes away. It takes a few days to heal then the magazine said they give you heavenly erotic feelings as you feel them move. I think they would look marvelous. In your fair skin I would use large gold rings in them. Silver wouldn't contrast as well."

  "That doesn't sound too bad. My clothes would cover them during the day. I suppose if I didn't like them the hole would heal if they were removed?"

  "Yes, I believe that is true. But remember, you are mine and I will be the one to decide to put them in or remove them. I will also choose to display you to others or not. Unless you choose to leave me. You can do that at any time."

  "Emma, I will never leave you. I love you. I suppose if you want me to wear rings in my nipples, I won't have any choice, will I.?"

  "No, not once I decide, but that hasn't happened yet. I'll wait a few days and maybe talk to someone who does piercings. Don't think about it now. I will let you know when I decide."

  We finished the meal and were about to go to bed when there was a visitor.

  Maude announced Adeline Johnson wanted to see me. I told Maude to bring her back. "Ingrid, don't move."

  "I'll shock Addie, Emma. Adeline's never seen me like this before."

  Adeline entered the parlor and stopped short as she saw Ingrid. She paused a moment and said, "Goodness Ingrid, you look good enough to eat. Would you like me to feast tonight?"

  "Why Miss Adeline, I though you'ld never ask. You know I love a late night snack. Would you like to talk to Emma first, or..."

  Emmaline interjected, "Good evening, Addie. What brings you out so late?"

  "I've just received some worrying information. The police think there are several action committee members working in the Glenberrie Mill. And they're right. Three of our most reliable captains and several members work there. If they find even one, they could cripple our organization. Worse, if any of them talked we could all wind up in jail."

  "Addie, you worry too much. Almost all of us have been in prison before. No one has ever talked. Even so, I'm concerned. Did your source tell you why the police are looking there?"

  "This girl is one of my unknowing sources. She just likes to brag about her boyfriend, so I couldn't ask too many questions. I did ask a few, but she didn't know where they got their information."

  "Do you have any ideas?"

  "My only idea is that one of the three missing action committee members, talked. You know that all three are still missing. None of our sources can find out anything about them. They aren't in any prison or jail that we can find. And all three of them knew about the mill."

  "I'm worried about them too. If the police have found a successful way to interrogate them, then none of us are s
afe. We need to find out where they are and what's happening to them. Push your informants to find out about them, Addie."

  "All right. I wish I had more well-placed informants. If they ask too many or too pointed questions, they may be exposed."

  "Addie, I'm sure they will be circumspect. The ones I know of are intelligent and experienced."

  "Of course they are, but that also means they know too much about us to not worry about them. Shouldn't we get the action committee together and warn them?"

  "Let's wait. I don't want to have a large meeting until we know what's happening to those who were arrested. Get word to one or two in the mill to lay low for a while. Enough of that for now. Have you ever played games like Ingrid and I?"

  "What do you mean? I've had several women friends who I've shared favors with. You know that."

  "Look at Ingrid. Sex and domination games is what I mean."

  "Oh..Oh. No, I've never tried that."

  "Ingrid, tell Addie what its like being my submissive."

  "Addie, dear. I don't know how to describe it. It just always felt right to me. When I'm helpless, Emma does the most wonderful things to me. The slightest touch makes my belly quiver with delicious arousal. I'm hot and needy and I feel right on the edge of an orgasm all the time. You know, that feeling you get just as you're about to come. I'm teetering on the edge and want to fall over into the deepest orgasm ever. You know you're helpless and You are totally dependent on your mistress. You're scared and hopeful and aroused all at once. Then, when she lets you come, its better than even your wildest imaginings. You melt into yourself for hours. The orgasm is over, but as long as you're helpless the arousal lingers."

  "So, Addie, how would you feel about a night of helpless debauchery?"

  "Emma, Ingrid could sell ice to Eskimos. That was the greatest sales pitch for slavery I can imagine. What do I do?"

  Addie, get undressed and Ingrid, go get the toy bag. We need to have fun."

  Adeline was undressing and said, "Emma I knew Ingrid was your lover. I didn't know she was your submissive. The handcuffs, they're very naughty. How long have you been making her do that?"