by Alan Horn
I had to be sure. "Insp...John...Master, I belong to you? I'm really your property, your slave?"
"Yes, Emma. You are. How do you feel about that?"
"M..Master, I've always been attracted to you. Is being your slave like being your wife?"
"Mostly. Because of your slavery, you must wear chains at all times. They will be permanent. There will not be a lock. No key can remove them. Many bits of metal will be put on you. I'm sure you will ear them with grace. They will enhance your beauty. Girls already enslaved like the feeling and look. They will take some adjustment. "
"So, I'm to be chained more than these cuffs?
"Yes. Its required."
"Anything else?"
"Yes, but nothing you cn change. One more thing you should like. When I received my gift of you, I also got title to all your property. My, you were quite wealthy, and now I am. We will live in your city house, and I will keep the estate in Essex. The rest I will probably sell."
"I always knew the government lusted for my property. I'm glad you got it. Maybe I will still get some pleasure from it."
"I'm sure you will. Now stand up." She did and I pulled her to me and kissed her. Her eyes opened wide in surprise. I collected her cuffed wrists in one hand and pulled them high on her back, controlling them. My other arm was around her shoulder, my hand grasping her hair. controlling her head. Her mouth was closed and she opened it in clear invitation. I thrust my tongue in her, brushing her tongue aside. I explored her mouth and kept my lips closed to her tongue. I wanted her to understand I was in complete control. After a few futile attempts to stick her tongue into my mouth she subsided, getting my message.
He gave me a brusque order, "Stand up." I did and he put his arms around me and kissed me. With one hand he pulled my cuffed wrists high on my back. With the other he grabbed my hair and used it to move my head where he wanted it. His tongue impaled my mouth, ignoring my tongue's attempts to meet his. He wouldn't let me into his mouth at all. He was so strong. I couldn't move anything. I felt possessed, controlled. I loved my feeling of safety and security. My body was instantly roused. Love juices flowed to my pussy, lubricating them for his ease of use. My nipples grew large and sensitive. I felt their rub on my clothing all the way to my toes. He shifted his hands to my waist and lifted me on the table. He said, "lift your legs." I did and he ripped my underthings off. His huge, rigid member nuzzled my pussy and I felt it spring open, inviting him in. He slowly pushed into me. I thought he would split me in two. He was gentle until all the way into my creaming cunt. Then he began the in and out. The slippery friction of his cock moving in me was glorious pleasure. He sped up and my orgasm grew, crescendoing in a huge bloom of joy. I screamed with pleasure. He pulled out and left me laying there, legs wide, naked from the waist down.
"Get up." I raised my head. He lifted me off the table, spun me around, pushed my belly down on it. He lifted my skirt and said, "spread your legs wide. Open your mouth." He stuffed my wadded up panties deep in my mouth. "You have made me wait to take you. You have caused me untold worry. You are a bad girl. Here is your punishment."
His big hand slapped my ass cheeks hard. First the left, then the right. My muffled squeals were soft and reflected weakly on the burning pain in my ass. After ten swaps his hand felt my pussy. Wet. of course. But I knew it was fresh love juices flowing from my reheated cunt. He slapped my ass a few more times then his resurrected cock penetrated my cunt again. I exploded in glorious agony. I loved him so. He was my master. I was his property. I finally knew what I had wanted all my life. My cup runneth over. No girl deserves two such orgasms in a span of minutes. My quieted moans took on a new, softer timbre as the pain ebbed and the joy replaced it. and once again, he left me bereft.
"Now, I have to go back to work. Relax and follow orders. Life will be more pleasant than if you fight it. 'bye."
I lay there for a long time. His spend mixed with my love juices and slowly trickled onto the table. I wanted him to take me with him. I would gladly wear his chains all the time. I didn't need any training. I couldn't possibly love him more. But I knew the system had me and wouldn't let go until it was ready. I stood up. I spat out my panties on the pile of my underthings on the floor. I decided to abandon them there. It would be a lot of trouble to don them with cuffed wrists. They would probably take them away soon anyway. Good riddance. This way I was more available to master if he returned.
I hated this. He called me 'my love!' I wanted out of this mess. I waned to be his slave, his property. I couldn't wait to wear his chains. I wanted him to take me out and love me forever. I had to escape. I had to help my friends escape. I owed it to all women to continue the fight. I was locked in a small cage and effectively helpless. I cried for my missing master and for all my lost opportunities. I cried away all my tears until there were no more. I thought about Adeline and Ingrid and all the others. I wanted them with me. I was so tired. I lay on the hard bench and slept.
The clatter of the cell door opening woke me. Three people were there, a woman and two men. They put shackles on my ankles. I was marched out of the building and into a wagon. Nine of my friends were already in the wagon. The steel door was closed and locked and the wagon drove away. I looked at Ingrid and Adeline. "I'm so sorry. This is my fault. I shouldn't have brought anyone else into my plans. I just wanted all women to be treated better." I cried and couldn't wipe away the tears. I felt them running down my face. Addie leaned over and dried them with her shoulder. All the girls were chained like me.
Addie said, "Don't cry mistress. We all walked into this with our eyes open. We knew we would have a hard time if we were caught. We chose to help you because we wanted the same things you did. You succeeded far more than the other suffragist groups. You are a smart, brave leader. You did great. The government has some good people too and its not surprising they found a way to stop us. And they had to change the rules to do it. We did a lot and now its time for other women to move farther."
Ingrid snuggled close and said, "Mistress, the judge said we were going to be slaves. Does that mean we will have to build roads and such and do lots of hard work?"
"I don't think so, darling. I've heard we are going to some sort of training then we will be given to men as their slaves. I think we can look forward to something like being a wife only with no say in anything."
I couldn't bear to tell them of John. I loved the idea of being his property but I was ashamed of my easy acceptance of being his slave. I was their former leader. I had a duty, still. If not to lead them, at least to set a good example. Yet I had blithely switched from espousing equality for women to lusting after enslavement. I was a hypocrite. I was a turncoat. I was a traitor to womanhood.
I was also the slave of John Travis. I was going to be trained. I craved his bondage and the opportunity to grovel and submit to him. I was terrible. I hated myself. Perhaps self loathing was the key to a happy slavehood? No. That wasn't true. I was overflowing with joy. The hard thing now was not to show my followers how happy and expectant I was. That would never do.
Ingrid mused, "That doesn't sound so bad. Lots of girls like being married."
"It depends a lot on the man. Some can be cruel and some kind. As a slave, you can't ever argue or refuse. It could be good, though. One thing is certain though. We will never be able to make a choice or speak our opinion again. Unless we can escape. If they keep us in chains like this, we will never escape without help."
Adeline said, "Well, I will not be some man's slave. A woman maybe, mistress. They can't make me."
"Addie, dear, they can make you. Don't do anything to get yourself in trouble. I've read stories of the terrible things done to disobedient slaves."
I raised my voice, "Girls, listen to me. I'm afraid we are in the hands of a vengeful government controlled by men. They will do unpleasant things to you if you don't obey them. If any of us makes a problem, I'm afraid they will punish all of us to make the point that we are in their power. Obey them for now.
DOn't give them a reason to hurt us. Wait for your chance to escape. God is with you."
We were all quiet with our thoughts we didn't want to share. Perhaps if we didn't say them, they would stay away.
Chapter 10 - The Gang's All Here.
13 June 1913. Royal Asylum.
The wagon stopped. We heard voices outside then the door was opened. Two men lifted each of us down. I saw we were in a courtyard surrounded by stone walls. There was a huge steel gate behind the wagon. Several large women and men herded us into a line and marched us into the building.
There were six large women in the room and two men. All dressed in the same unfamiliar uniform. One of the women stood closest to us. It looked like she was in charge. She said, "Stand on the yellow line."
I hurried over and stood on the line. So did the rest of the prisoners.
"Good. Now we are going to remove your clothes and wash you down. Give us any problems and you will be punished. Do not move."
The women worked two to a prisoner. They pulled down everything below our waist. If the chain snagged the garment, scissors cut it apart. The upper garments were all cut off us. Our chains were not removed.
Steel collars were locked around our necks. Each collar had rings front and back. There was a short chain hanging from one ring. This was put in back. Our hands were pulled high on our backs and locked to the chain. My fingers could grasp the collar they were so high.
"Listen girls. You have been sentenced to enslavement. As of now you have no rights. You are worthless, untrained cunts. You will obey every command, instantly. Do not speak unless acknowledging an order or you have been given permission to speak. You are the lowest of the low. Every man is your master, every free woman is your mistress. Are we clear?" None of us said anything. "When I give you an order, the proper response is 'Yes, Mistress.' Are we clear?"
A loud chorus of "yes, mistress," burst forth.
"There are some simple rules here. If you break any of them you will be whipped." She held up a wicked looking whip. "One. Always answer a command verbally. Two. Always use our proper titles. Three. You may not use any furniture nor may you sit on your asses at any time. Four. You may only lay down when ordered or when the lights are turned off. This means you may Kneel, Stand of use one of the approved positions we will teach you. Five. Posture: When kneeling or standing keep your knees spread as far apart as possible. Arch your back and thrust your breasts out as far as possible. Always keep your head high and yours eyes on the floor. These rules are always in effect. There is no downtime. Whips will be used. We like whipping your asses."
A longer chain was carried into the room and each of us was locked to it, about four feet apart. A large ball of leather was stuffed into my mouth and strapped in place. The other girls got one too. We were marched into a shower room and cleaned. Our orifices were checked for contraband. God that was humiliating. They would make one of us squat and a woman would feel around inside us with a gloved hand. It was the most humiliating experience I ever had. But what could we do. We were all helpless. I had seen not the slightest chance of escape. This couldn't last forever. It couldn't.
I was was unlocked from the common chain and another short one replaced it to act as a leash. I was led down the hall and into an unmarked door. The room was stark white. It had a sturdy wooden table and a man standing beside it. He was holding a whip. The woman handed him my leash and left.
He said, "I am one of your trainers. He took the gag from my mouth and held a glass of water to my lips. God, it was so good. Cool water sliding down my open mouth. I gulped down as much as I could then raised my head, I worked my poor stiff jaw. It hadn't been in long, but it gag was huge.
I said, "Thank you."
He looked at me and asked, "Is that how you address me?"
I said, "Thank you, Master."
"Good."
He bent me over the table so my breasts rested on it. It was low enough so that my ass was higher than my shoulders. He removed the shackles and told me to spread my legs. He started stroking me with his whip. So soft it didn't hurt. He increased the strength of the strokes but kept the pace slow. After a few minutes of this slow whipping. I began to feel my body heat up. My skin felt like it was glowing with heat, but it didn't hurt. I tried to resist but my body was out of my control. My belly was hot. Then I felt my trainer start to stroke my labia lips with his fingers. Feather light strokes running up one side then down the other. They were sliding in my love juices. I was so wet and so ready.
The whipping and finger actions continued. I felt my vagina contracting and releasing in time to his fingers. I realized I was moaning. He was in complete control of my body now. I couldn't make coherent thought. I just kept repeating 'Now, Please' in my head. The gentle stroking and soft impacts led to a huge orgasm. When I opened my eyes I saw him studying my face. This was my third orgasm in as many hours. I had never had more than one a day before today. Yet I felt wonderful. I think those John gave me were way stronger. But this one was still real good. I realized my arms and shoulders weren't hurting any more.
I was sure I was awake, but this was so much like my dreams that I wasn't sure. I was helpless, unable to move, but I felt safe, secure, and loved. He had been so gentle with me and so sensual. If this was slavery, I wanted it.
Chapter 11 - Steel and Gold
He got me off the table and led me away on shaky legs, murmuring, “Good girl."
He unlocked the chain from my collar. A light chain leash took its place. He took hold of the and said, “Heel.” and led me out of the room. We entered a small, hot room. There was a black metal machine in the center of the room and a red hot brazier in the corner.
My trainer said, first thing is to get you marked. It will hurt, but it passes quickly."
I fought, but with my hands cuffed behind me, I had no chance. They easily clamped me in the machine. I continued to plead, but they ignored me. The light haired man went to the brazier and pulled the glowing iron from the coals. He walked up to me and pressed the red hot brand into my upper left thigh and held it for five full seconds. I screamed at the pain and the knowledge I was forever branded slave. I fainted.
I awoke to a burning pain in my thigh and it took me a moment to realize where I was. I jerked as I remembered my branding. My wrists were still locked high on my back to a steel collar. I felt cuffs on my ankles, too. I tried to lift my head to look at the brand. Nope, nothing happened. My collar must be fastened down. I couldn't even turn my head. It was in some sort of soft cradle. I felt a bed under me. I raised my legs as far as possible. I could just see the mark on my thigh. It was a stylized crown with three points. I heard a girl mumbling close by. I said, “who's there? Can you hear me? I'm Emma. Can you hear me?”
A shrill girl's voice replied , “Emma, mistress, I'm Ingrid. They branded me! It burns. I'm locked down to the bed. I can't move.”
I said, “Ingrid, love, I'm branded too. I don't think we can ever get them off. We're marked for life.” I could see my brand. It was a stylized crown. Actually it looked better than some of the tattoos I've seen. When it stops hurting and looking red and swollen, I might like it. I hoped my master liked it too. There wasn't a damned thing I could do about it.
I had always regretted not going on the raids with the action committee. I had been convinced I should stay behind and do the planning. I believed them that I was more valuable staying 'safe' at home. I felt awful sending my girls into danger while I was 'safe.' I was so wrong. I was not safe. There was no more safety for me. All my team had been taken. I wept for my lost opportunity to be brave, to be alive and active. All that was lost to me. I would only be able to obey my master now. No more independence or honor. No more doing the right thing because I would never be able to choose the right thing. Now I was a slave. I'd been tried, convicted, striped naked, chained, forced to orgasm, and branded. I couldn't move. My brand hurt. In my condition, I couldn't even plan. I could only wait and see what someone was going to do to me. I
must learn patience.
The door opened and a man in a white coat entered. He looked like a doctor. He walked over between our beds and checked our brands. He said, “These are well done. They will look good when they heal.” He unlocked me from the bed put me in a wheelchair.
He locked my collar to the chair and gagged me. It was easy for him. He said, "open, " holding the gag in front of me. I opened my mouth and accepted the gag. When he was strapping it tight around my head, I realized what I had done. I obeyed him without thinking. I didn't want that nasty thing in my mouth, but when he said open, my mouth seemed to open without any thought of mine. Of course resistance was futile. But how easy it had been for him. I couldn't resist, so I obeyed without thinking. Was this how women were supposed to be? Docile, obedient in the face of male strength? I have to admit, it felt natural and easy.
Why should I always fight nature? Look where it has gotten me. I had thought of myself as strong. A testament to feminine will. Shit. At this rate I would be kissing a man's feet by the end of the day. As the thought occurred to me I felt my loins give a blast of submissive heat. I guess my body liked the thought even as my mind rebelled. Wait, that wasn't rebellion. It was disappointment that I wasn't submitting to my master. Damn. I was already broken to harness and thinking like a slave. Whatever else they did to me, it wasn't going to make me less a slave.
He wheeled me out of the room and took me to a workshop. My chair was rolled up to a large machine, one of several. and I was stood up beside it. I just relaxed and let them move me around. No point in resisting. A man fastened a short chain to my collar that forced me to stand up tall beside the machine. He measured my wrists, ankles, wait and neck. He walked out of my sight and I heard metallic noises for a few minutes.