Pandora

by Slave Nano

  “What’s that meant to mean?”

  “You hadn’t secured the wrist straps properly. I could see his hands were slipping out so I whipped him up into the vertical position before he cracked his head on the floor. If it weren’t for me you’d be clearing up squished slave brain right now!”

  “We’ll discuss this later Nano,” hissed Pandora.

  In the meantime, Pandora had to regain control of her session. The slave had heard nothing of the whispered conversation from within his hood. But there was a whimpering sound from the swing. Pandora approached. She knelt down in front of the slave, who hung like a bat from her dungeon ceiling. There was a look of abject terror in his eyes. He was still recovering from the shock of eagerly anticipating some gentle hot wax treatment to being whisked upside down in the space of seconds. Pandora stroked his hooded face gently.

  “There, there, my slave. You see, you must be prepared for anything. The Goddess Pandora lives up to her name; she’s full of surprises. You must submit to her every whim. You can expect anything to happen in her chambers. Her box has been opened and all of the strangest and most suprising ordeals have been released by her. There was a whimper and muffled grunt of acknowledgement from behind the hood. The door buzzer went again.

  “Who’s that? I’m not expecting anybody else am I?” Pandora called out to Nano Mk II.

  “Not that you’ve told me about anyway,” it replied still in a sulk after the incident with the suspension swing.

  “Well, at least take a look and tell me who’s at the door.”

  “Oh, this is turning out to be an interesting afternoon for you Pandora; it’s your boyfriend.”

  Pandora racked her brains. Had he said anything about dropping by this afternoon? Had she invited him? She really couldn’t remember and she wasn’t about to get any sense out of Nano at the moment.

  She turned to her slave, “You must remain suspended for just a little while longer. Goddess Pandora will return shortly to release you.”

  ***

  Pandora rushed upstairs as fast as her stiletto heeled boots would allow her. Nano had already released the door catch.

  “Hi Pandora, you were a long time, I thought you might have forgotten that I was coming this afternoon.”

  “Oh, no, of course not. I never forget anything like that. I was just a bit busy downstairs.”

  Pandora bit her lip. A distinct sound of groaning and whimpering came from the basement dungeon. Oh shit, thought Pandora.

  “Have you got someone else in your dungeon?”

  Pandora’s brain whirred into action. A goddess must be good at improvisation she reassured herself.

  “Yes, I’ve a special surprise for you today Slave Prometheus. I want you to take your clothes off and join me in the dungeon when you are ready. And what’s all this ‘Hi Pandora’; remember it’s Goddess Pandora to you.”

  “I’m truly sorry for my oversight Goddess Pandora.”

  “Believe me, you will be.”

  Pandora’s anger and indignation at being adressed so casually and her quick thinking had helped her restore control of the situation.

  ***

  By the time Prometheus had got himself undressed and prepared, Pandora had got her other slave back into a more comfortable horizontal position; well, as comfortable as it was possible to be with a couple of fierce nipple clamps on. When he entered she could sense Prometheus was a little taken aback at seeing another slave in the dungeon. She would start by warming him up and getting him into a submissive frame of mind before she unleashed what she expected from him. She admonished him for how he had addressed her earlier, she administered corporal punishment and even allowed him to kiss the the shiny black pvc bodice, which tightly hugged her lovely rounded back-side. She knew he would be putty in her hands now.

  “Today, Slave Prometheus, the Goddess Pandora has invited another slave into her dungeon to take you to another level in your path to servitude.”

  As she spoke she was gently caressing the body of the other slave inviting arousal in his flaccid cock.

  “Today, you must learn that service to the Goddess Pandora can mean service to other slaves as well, so you can be ready to provide her with entertainment. Today, Slave Prometheus, you will undertake a supreme act of humiliation for me. Today, I will watch you pleasure another slave. I will watch you take his cock in your mouth and suck him to climax. You will do this willingly in a spirit of submission.”

  “Do I have to, Goddess Pandora?”

  “What do you mean, do you have to?! Haven’t you pledged loyalty to me! Don’t you understand my control over you is absolute Don’t you realise that not to obey my command will mean a severe punishment, or even worse, rejection from my presence and my dungeon. When you offer yourself to a goddess, you can’t pick and choose the challenges you must face; it’s my right and privelege to decide these things. Don’t you understand this yet?”

  Pandora was furious at her boyfriend’s reluctance to carry out her command. Yes, it must have been a surprise to him to be ordered to carry out such an act but that was irrelevant. Pandora hadn’t counted on his arrival but she had to seize control of the situation and manipulate it to her ends.

  “Yes, Gooddess Pandora, I understand.”

  Pandora held Prometheus by the nape of his neck and genty encouraged him forward. The cock of the other slave was now fully erect. Prometheus’s mouth went over its head and eased down the shaft until the hard cock was enveloped in his mouth. Pandora whispered some gentle words of encouragement and support and stroked his face as his mouth moved slowly, and then more vigorously, up and down the shaft of the slave’s member.

  “You know you must obey me. You know you must do whatever I command, however extreme. This ordeal is a test of your loyalty and desire to serve me absolutely. In order to pass you must suck this slave to climax and take his load into your mouth.”

  At these words of encouragement Prometheus sucked harder, sliding his mouth up and down with fast even movements. The slave groaned, his body twitching in anticipation of the climax that was now inevitable. The slave jerked and moaned with the pleasure of his release as his erect cock emptied its load into Prometheus’s mouth.

  “Swallow it, my slave. Swallow it all, for your goddess.”

  ***

  Pandora strode into her living area with a look of satisfaction at a good afternoon’s pleasure. Luckily, Prometheus had to go somewhere else. She had spent a few minutes with him to help him come back down. The other slave was then untied and sent on his way; certainly a bit shaken at some of his experiences but, nonetheless, enthusiastic about coming to see Pandora again for some more of the same.

  “Bloody hell, I’m knackered. Dominating is hard work. Nano, pour me a drink of juice.”

  Nano Mk II’s teasing and ironic electronic voice piped up, “Pandora, all-seeing and all-knowing goddess. Far be it from me, a humble electronic servant to question the wisdom of the almighty one, but, before you get too settled I think there’s something you’ve forgotten.”

  “What is it now, Nano?”

  “I think you still have one of your slaves chained up in your cage. Now, I don’t know, you might want to keep him here all night, but I just thought I ought to remind you. You’ll only blame me if I don’t.”

  “Oh shit. Yes, I’d forgotten about him. I suppose I’d better release him.”

  The slave was eternally grateful for his ordeal. Pandora let him masturbate in her presence to relieve himself as she felt a little bit, but not too, bad about locking him away and forgetting about him,before letting him out into the world.

  “Well I thought that turned out quite well in the end despite the mix up with the appointments and the unexpected interruption.”

  “Oh yes, great. You locked one slave in a cage for three hours and completely
forgot about him, you had another slave dangling from the ceiling for ten minutes and have turned your boyfriend into a cock sucking slut. Nice day’s work Pandora.”

  The door buzzer rang. Pandora sighed. Who could it be now? She certainly wasn’t expecting anybody. She looked in the spy hole in her door to see two official looking Chinese men in suits on her doorstep.

  “Well I suppose I’d better find out what they want. Open the door for me Nano.”

  The door release mechanism clicked and she pulled the door ajar and peeked around the corner. She was conscious that under her dressing gown she was still wearing her pvc bodice, thong and boots from the afternoon’s session.

  “What do you want?”

  An id card was flashed in front of her. Pandora only had time to register the symbol of the Chinese police and a photograph before she was bundled by the two men back into the house. Pandora was indignant.

  “Well, come in, why don’t you!”

  “We are investigating thefts in this area and doing some routine investigations. We’d just like you to come back to the police station with us to answer a few questions.”

  “I can’t see the point in that. I can’t help you with anything. Besides, I’ve had a busy day,” Pandora hissed irritably. “I’ll come down some other time.”

  “No, that’s not possible. You must come with us now.”

  Nano Mk II felt a nauseous wrench spread deep down into its electrical circuits. There was something disturbing about these two men. This was no idle chat about petty crime and Pandora hadn’t realised what was about to unfold. Silly Pandora; dallying with dissident groups and dabbling in a lifestyle that offended morality laws. This put her at serious risk but what could its circuits do about it? If it tried to warn her it wouldn’t do any good, she’d only abuse and ignore it. And anyway, all of these traits of Pandora’s were why Nano Mk II’s circuits registered pleasure at the roller coaster ride that was being Pandora’s electronic servant. After all, how many other household management systems got to see their operators in thigh high boots or help them torment slaves? It certainly beat doing the washing up!

  Nano Mk II immediately put itself into sleep mode and shut down all the lights on its control panel to give the impression it was switched off. It didn’t want these goons messing with its computer chips and it didn’t want them to think it was listening in on the conversation.

  After a few minutes Nano Mk II switched its systems back on just in time to see Pandora, a policeman either side of her, being forcibly dragged from the house abusing the two men with the kind of colourful language that Pandora usually reserved for it. The door clicked shut behind them.

  Nano Mk II’s reaction was terror; there was no doubt that Pandora had been taken away by the secret police. This was awful. But then another funnier thought flickered through its computer chips; bloody hell, she’s still got all that kinky gear on, she’s going to give her interrogators such a hard on!

  ***

  “Come to sunny Antarctica. Relax at a luxury hotel in one of its tropical resorts. Visit ‘Antarctica World’ and see what life used to be like when it was a frozen wasteland. Marvel at the animatronic Emperor penguins on their heroic walk to their mating grounds. We can make Antarctica your holiday paradise.”

  Vicky had her head set on and was flicking through television channels trying to find something amongst the hundreds of channels that wasn’t government regulated dross. The light on her visual intercom unit flickered and the message, ‘Pandora is trying to contact you,’ flashed intermittently. Vicky switched the intercom onto view and was immediately presented, not with Pandora’s sparkling eyes and smiling face, but a view of her empty lounge.

  “Pandora?”

  An electronic voice responded, “No, this is Nano MK II, Pandora’s household management system.”

  “Well, put Pandora on for me will you?” said Vicky irritably.

  “Pandora’s not here, she’s in trouble, big trouble. She’s been hauled off by two goons from the Chinese police, and not just regular police, the secret police. You’ve got to help. I’m desperate. I couldn’t think who else to turn to. You’ve got to find some way to help her. I don’t know what she’s done but she’s in deep shit. You’ve got to help.”

  Vicky was stunned. This monologue was bizarre on a number of levels. First, there was the desperate tone which, if you didn’t know should be impossible, could only be described as breathless. Then there was the emotion. She was listening to a household management system, nothing more than a sophisticated computer chip. Computer software companies had been working for decades to create a system that could mimic human feelings but had failed miserably. Yet, here was Vicky listening to Nano Mk II demonstrating classic signs of anxiety, fear and desperation. Vicky composed herself.

  “Wait, just hold on a minute Nano; there’s a lot here I don’t get. I understand Pandora’s been taken away by the secret police. That’s awful but what are you expecting me to do? If that’s the case, I’m powerless. I can’t break into heavily fortified buildings.”

  “You must do something, every minute is vital. Besides, I think there’s something you can do Vicky. You have a special power. I’ve seen you use it in Pandora’s house. You can contact other worlds. You can invoke spirits to help.”

  Vicky was stunned into silence. Yes. It was true she did possess a gift.

  She replied, “But you can’t use those powers in that way Nano. But look, I do know I can’t sit back and do nothing for Pandora. I’ll come around right away.”

  ***

  Pandora was naked, leaning against the wall in a cell, her knees pulled up, and her arms around them, rolled up into a ball. She surveyed the scene in front of her; a windowless, airless, brick box. She was almost certainly in the basements of the secret police headquarters for the northern sector of the occupied UK. The atmosphere was dark and dank but worst of all was the smell; the acrid aroma of dried urine and lingering scent of years old excrement filled Pandora’s nostrils. Even worse was the smell of fear and hopelessness; the lingering scent of broken, beaten people. Was she going to be another one of them; taken away, forgotten and left to be tortured and eventually left to rot in this place? What reserves of strength and dignity could she summon to help herself through this ordeal?

  She reflected back over the long day’s events. It seemed an age ago that she was cheerfully exchanging banter with Linda in the ‘Tree Museum’ and juggling the sub-missives who had come to serve in her dungeon. It even seemed an age since the two secret servicemen had dragged her cursing and swearing into their waiting car. She noticed how Nano Mk II had switched its circuits off pretty quickly when the two men appeared; the disloyal rat! It was odd that a household management system had the awareness to do that on its own initiative.

  She recalled being handcuffed and taken surreptitiously through the rear unmarked entrance to the building. She remembered the leering looks of the guards as she removed her dressing gown to reveal her dominatrix clothes. There were looks of shock and nervous laughter when they saw her in her pvc bodice and thigh high leather boots. She didn’t mind so much, it gave her a feeling of superiority and power to have herself revealed to them in that way. They may have jeered and exchanged comments to themselves in rapid Chinese but, underneath that surface, she could recognise they saw her as having a powerful and commanding presence.

  She remembered being ordered to undress and then taken through to one of the interrogation rooms where the same two plain clothes secret police were waiting, their jackets removed and the sleeves of their white shirts rolled up. The room was sparsely furnished; a table, a chair, some chains on the wall, splashes of dried blood on the floor and walls. She recalled being bound onto a chair, her wrists tied behind the back of it, her ankles tied and then a length of rope pulled tightly across her exposed breasts and around her body. She felt the pace of her
heart, the feeling of foreboding and fear spread over her. Then she remembered pulling herself back from the brink, thinking how she would not give in to fear, threats, and violence. She composed herself, remembered who she was and summoned up all the fortitude she could muster. She braced herself for the ordeal she knew would follow.

  “Do you know why you are here? Do you know why you’ve been taken away dressed like the slut that you are?” one of them barked at her in Chinese.

  “No, I don’t know,” she answered in English.

  “In Chinese, you will answer in Chinese.”

  Pandora fixed him in the eye, “No, I’ll speak in English.”

  The back of a hand came crashing across her cheek. She felt a stinging pain and a trickle of warm blood running from her lips but she did not cry out and she did not remove her piercing eyes from him. In the end, it was the interrogator who could not hold her gaze and turned away.

  “I will speak in English,” Pandora repeated defiantly.

  “If you continue in this way, this is going to be a long hard night for you. If you co-operate with us then we can make it go much easier for you.”

  Pandora did not fall for that one. Whatever happened she knew being co-operative wouldn’t make a bit of difference. The second interrogator started to speak. Pandora could sense there was no good cop, bad cop, act here; these two were both sadistic bastards.

  “Do you think you are here because you like to dress in kinky clothes and speak in English? Tell me, do you know this man?”

  Pandora tried not to betray too much by her reaction but she was shocked. He had held up a photograph of her boyfriend, Prometheus. Pandora’s first reaction was, the bastard what has he been up to? Her second reaction was, the bastard, what has he got me into? Her third reaction was one of curiosity, almost a grudging respect. What has the bastard got himself involved in because whatever it is, he will be in even deeper shit than she is?

  Pandora answered, “No, never seen him before”.