A Girl Called 51

by Roger Clarke

  ‘No, please,’ Beth suddenly begged. ‘You can’t do this to me, please.’

  But the men took no notice and the winch started again, rising back towards the ceiling as Beth pleaded to be released, soon finding herself stretched up on tiptoe, vulnerable and exposed. Though Erica disliked Beth she felt sorry for her, remembering the days when she had rebelled with such soul-destroying futility.

  ‘Now, 83,’ said the controlling voice, ‘have you learned obedience yet?’

  ‘Yes, yes I have,’ she gabbled desperately.

  ‘Do you still hold any grudges against 51?’

  After a pause Beth managed a strained, ‘No.’

  ‘Good, we’re glad to hear it. So now you may talk to each other, on any subject apart from personal details. We will be listening.’

  The speaker clicked off. Neither of them said a word at first, before Erica tentatively broke the silence. ‘I don’t have anything against you, 83. I just do as I’m told and you have to do the same. They will always punish you if you don’t. You can’t win, so you just have to accept, obey, and do your best to keep your head down.’

  ‘But how could Ray do this to me, put me in a place like this?’ Beth sobbed.

  ‘I don’t know.’ Erica suddenly felt sympathy for her, understanding exactly what betrayal felt like.

  ‘But now I’d better tell you a few rules,’ she went on, changing the subject, ‘for your own good. You’re not allowed to speak unless they permit it, and if you need to speak to a Master or Mistress you have to approach them, kneel on the floor with your head bowed and wait for him or her to give you permission. You have to do what they say when they say it, and believe me it’s not worth resisting.’

  ‘How many Masters and Mistresses are there?’ Beth asked.

  ‘I’ve no idea, but it’s a lot. You may well recognise some of them from public life.’

  ‘So what kind of things might I have to do… you know… sexually?’ Beth asked timidly.

  Erica shrugged. ‘Anything they tell you.’

  ‘Like what?’ Beth needed to know. ‘I’m not that experienced.’

  ‘Straight, oral, anal, masturbation, objects… you name it. With men and with women, sometimes a few at a time.’ Erica gave her a puzzled look. ‘But I don’t understand, 83; when you came in that first time you said you were going to fuck me. That doesn’t sound like an inexperienced girl.’

  ‘I… I was trying to impress Ray,’ she admitted. ‘I didn’t want him to get bored with me.’

  ‘Just how much sexual experience have you had?’

  ‘Not much. The man’s always done all the work. Before that session with you I’d only ever been with three men, and none of them were very spectacular, either.’

  ‘Do you like giving oral sex?’

  Beth screwed her face up. ‘Not much,’ she said. ‘And I’ve always refused to swallow.’

  ‘God, they’ll love you,’ Erica said hopelessly.

  ‘What do you mean?’

  ‘They’ll make you do it and they’ll come in your mouth too, or anywhere else they want, for that matter. So what about anal?’

  Beth looked shocked and disgusted. ‘I’ve never done that, and I don’t intend to either!’

  Suddenly the door clicked and opened on its motorised hinges. Two different men entered; Erica had seen both before. The winch clicked on and lowered Beth’s feet to the floor and one released her wrists.

  ‘So,’ the taller one said menacingly, ‘you’ve not had anal and no man’s come in your mouth?’

  ‘No,’ Beth said naively, and Erica glared at her. ‘No, Master.’

  ‘Well all that’s about to change,’ he grinned.

  ‘N-no, please,’ Beth stuttered, already backing off, but there was nowhere to go. They grabbed an arm each and manhandled her to her hands and knees as she looked up at Erica, pleading for help Erica was unable to give.

  When she was on all fours they let go, taking their time undressing, folding their clothes neatly, almost ceremonially, on the bed. Then they moved to her and sank to their knees. The shorter one gripped her hair and twisted, making Beth gasp, immediately using the opportunity to sink his cock into her mouth.

  The other waited until his associate had set up a rhythm in and out of her mouth before pushing two fingers into her pussy and spreading the lubrication around the entrance to her rectum. When ready he shuffled forward to press his cock to her tiny puckered opening, then gripping her hips he tensed his buttocks and pushed steadily. Erica watched Beth’s mouth snatch back from the erect cock to scream as the second pushed smoothly, completely, home.

  The first man did not allow any respite for long, pulling her head back down and thrusting in deep. Beth was not allowed to utter any more protests, though Erica could see she wanted to. Each thrust from the man deep in her anus made her eyes widen and her face wince, tears meandering down her cheeks as she sobbed.

  Erica could do nothing but wait and hope and be glad it was not her at the centre of the two men’s drooling attention.

  The taller man was holding Beth by her waist now as he thrust faster and faster into her, while the other held her head still as he too gathered speed between her stretched lips. The tall man came first, pushing deep and staying still as he emptied into her, then moments later the other man threw his head back and pumped his seed into her instinctively gulping throat.

  ‘Swallow,’ he told her. ‘Swallow it or I’ll spank you.’

  Beth did as she was told, and satisfied they pushed her to the carpet, where she sobbed as she strove to come to terms with the treatment she had suffered. Barely noticed by her the men dressed again and left the tense atmosphere of the room.

  ‘What’s your name?’ the voice wanted to know, then waited patiently.

  Eventually Beth whimpered, ‘83…’

  ‘Have you any other names?’

  Beth wearily shook her head. ‘No, none… Master.’

  ‘51, help 83 to bed.’ The voice seemed to mellow, just a little. ‘And 51, you may sleep here tonight.’

  Chapter 12

  Beth soon learned not to hate the others. There was no point. Erica explained it all to her. But she still clung on to hope – hope that this was all some awful dream from which she would awake safe at home, or perhaps some cruel practical joke played on her by Ray and that he would appear at any moment, laughing, and take her away again.

  But she never awoke from a dream, and Ray never came back for her. She saw him often, but he never spoke to her or showed her any tenderness. He would go out of his way to humiliate her at first, making her perform sexual acts with other men or women, always choosing her as his personal waitress while he fucked other slaves, making her watch in silence.

  But after a while that stopped too. He did not even care about her enough to humiliate her any longer.

  The friendship between Beth and Erica grew. They would even silently mouth each other’s names when they were sure no video camera could see them, a shared secret that cemented the sisterhood. When required to have sex with each other they would get some pleasure from giving to each other, and even when they had to punish each other they resolved not to let it affect them.

  It was always going to be noticed, of course. They knew it would be sooner or later. Maybe they were careless, or complacent, or maybe a video camera was hidden where they had not noticed, but their time had come. The controllers could not allow friendships between slaves.

  Erica was locked in her room, recovering from a long session with a retired jockey who, dressed in his full riding gear, had her on her hands and knees while he sat astride her back and beat her bottom with a crop. He had not wanted anything else; no sex, nothing, just to have her be his mount while he flogged her, pulling on the bit between her teeth to steer which way she crawled.
r />   He was only small but she was exhausted by the end of it. He even paid her a compliment of sorts, saying she had been the best horse he’d had and that he would ride her around the grounds very soon.

  The clicking of the door awakened her, but she was too tired to move. She opened her eyes lazily as the two men approached the bed and fitted shackles to her wrists, pulling her to her feet as soon as they were locked.

  One man fitted a leash to the ring in her collar as the other crouched to fasten the leg shackles to her ankles. The chain between them would allow her to walk with small, shuffling steps. He fitted another chain to join her wrists to her ankles, and then pushed a rubber ball-gag into her mouth. Erica adjusted her lips as best she could to accommodate it as he buckled the strap at the back of her head, and once completed they led her, naked, from the room.

  Outside in the corridor stood two more men, one of them holding a leash attached to Beth’s collar, who stood identically shackled and similarly naked.

  Erica’s leash was handed to the man who held Beth’s, and he led them forward as the other three men walked off in the other direction. The chains jangled as the two females moved side by side, glancing at each other to see if they had any clues as to what was going on.

  They stopped outside a room Erica had never been to before, the man knocking on the door and waiting until a small individual in a white coat answered it. He stood back, bowing his balding head slightly as he let them enter. The man holding the leashes jerked them forward, Beth staggering slightly as she lost her footing.

  The whole atmosphere of the room made them feel uneasy. The three hospital beds arranged in a neat row along one wall each had a crisp white sheet covering most of the sterile black covers. Beside each stood an ordered table containing stainless steel dishes and surgical equipment in sealed plastic wrappers. A nurse in full uniform stood to their right.

  Beth took one look and started to complain from behind the gag, vainly pulling away and trying to get to the door. The man holding the leashes separated them and pulled her forward. Erica knew the futility of trying to escape. She knew that whatever was about to happen was inevitable, so she stood still as the man dragged Beth back and forced her down onto the nearest of the beds and strapped her down.

  When Beth was secure he turned to Erica and nodded his head towards the centre bed. Erica’s chains chinked quietly as she walked the few paces forward and waited while he unfastened her shackles. She sat on the bed and settled back, watching as he strapped her arms and legs to the metal frame, finishing with a strap across her waist and another across her throat. Satisfied with his work, the man checked Beth’s straps again and left the room.

  Erica assumed the balding man was some kind of a doctor. He called the nurse to Beth first and she clicked forward on high heels – impractical for a nurse, but nothing here was ever normal or sensible – carrying a kidney-shaped dish of instruments. Erica twisted her head towards the struggling Beth to see what their fate would be.

  The doctor did not hesitate, swabbing Beth’s breasts and nipples with surgical spirit before taking a long needle from the tray to push through Beth’s right nipple. Erica felt nauseous as Beth cried out helplessly. He left the needle in place while he quickly repeated the operation with the other breast, then took it in turns twisting both round and through before replacing each of them with a gold sleeper ring.

  She watched as the nurse and doctor moved to her side, fighting back the nausea, ignoring Beth’s sobbing to her right. She closed her eyes and waited for the pain. Why did it always have to be pain? She tensed as the coldness of the spirit swab was wiped across her skin, and then gritted her teeth to await the needles. To her surprise it was not all that painful.

  The doctor worked with practiced efficiency, completing the job in a matter of seconds, then once done the pair left the room, closing the door behind them.

  ‘May we talk, Master?’ Erica called to the inevitable cameras.

  ‘You may, 51. Usual rules.’

  ‘Are you OK?’ Erica whispered to Beth.

  ‘Why are they so cruel to us?’ Beth asked plaintively.

  ‘That’s what gets them off, I suppose,’ she replied. ‘You can’t fight it, it just makes them worse.’

  ‘W-what else are they going to do to me?’ Beth was still shaking and sobbing.

  ‘Anything they want. Just don’t fight them; they get more pleasure if you do, and it only works out worse for you in the end.’ Erica paused, wanting to get off the subject before the listeners decided to punish her for her views. Ironically she knew she was being more rebellious by not fighting them. They wanted the slaves to fight, wanted to break them again and again, and her resigned acceptance annoyed and frustrated them. ‘That didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would.’

  ‘No, I suppose not,’ Beth agreed weakly. ‘But I feel so used. What happens now?’

  ‘I’ve no idea,’ Erica told her frankly. ‘We wait, I suppose.’

  ‘For how long?’

  ‘Until they decide we stop waiting. Just don’t fight them.’

  ‘Will we ever get out of this place?’ Beth’s tone sounded desperate, broken.

  ‘Don’t even think about it. Don’t dream, don’t hope. Just do what they tell you. It’s the only way to survive in here.’

  ‘I’m not sure I want to survive if this is all I’ve got to look forward to.’

  Erica’s reply was stern. ‘Don’t talk like that. If they hear you they’ll really make your life hell. Believe me, it can get much worse than this.’

  Erica stopped talking as the door opened, and framed in the light from the corridor was a silhouette she recognised immediately – her stepfather, and right behind him stood Ray. Erica felt her fury mounting and fought to keep control. It was another of his sadistic games and it was one, for the moment, she could not win. Her stepfather walked to the side of her bed while Ray moved to the side of Beth’s.

  ‘Are you all right?’ he had the nerve to ask.

  Erica fought down her anger. ‘As if you care.’

  Laurence Pettinger smiled down at her. ‘Still the rebellious little brat, aren’t you?’ he smirked.

  ‘Go to hell!’ Erica snarled back at him through gritted teeth.

  ‘I can have you whipped for that.’

  ‘I know,’ she said flatly. ‘You have many times already.’ She refused to let him defeat her, no matter what the consequences, and he sensed her defiance.

  ‘You can’t win this, 51.’ He had tried that one before, not even using her real name.

  ‘Nor can you, Laurence Pettinger, MP,’ she countered. ‘What’s the worst you can do to me? Kill me? I don’t much care either way.’

  She could see she was getting to him, his neck tensing as he fought to contain his anger. Then he seemed to come to a decision, reaching for his tie and slipping it off. Ray, meanwhile, had taken his place in an armchair, a thin smile on his face as he watched the proceedings unfolding. Pettinger did not stop until he was naked, and Erica felt the nausea rising again. Surely he wouldn’t? Not her own stepfather. She trembled as he moved into the space between the beds.

  ‘What about your friend here?’ he goaded. ‘Do you care about her particularly?’

  ‘She’s not my friend,’ Erica said. ‘She’s just another slave, like me.’ She knew this was dangerous ground. If her stepfather had been briefed by the control room he would know she was lying.

  With cold, unflickering eyes on Erica, Pettinger deliberately cupped three fingers and pushed them roughly into Beth’s pussy, making her gasp with the suddenness of it. His challenging stare never left his bound stepdaughter.

  ‘Are you sure?’ he growled. ‘Perhaps if you stop lying to me I’ll leave her alone. But then again, if you don’t…’

  As his voice tailed off he clenched his fingers, making Be
th whimper and jerk on the bed. Erica dared not show any concern; it would just be worse for both of them.

  ‘Do what you want to her,’ she said as firmly as she could. ‘At least it gives me some peace.’

  ‘OK,’ he sniggered, ‘I will.’

  Quickly he mounted the bed and fed his erection into Beth. Her body jerked as he rutted in and out and her breath came in gasping bursts as if being forced from her lungs.

  Erica did not want to watch, but she could not tear her eyes away either. She thought he would surely come inside her friend, but with some apparent effort he stopped and rested.

  ‘Ray, my dear fellow,’ he said breathlessly, ‘would you do me the honour of fucking my daughter?’

  Erica had not really been aware of Ray undressing, yet when he appeared at her side he was as naked as her stepfather was. There was no foreplay, no consideration for her comfort, he just climbed between her legs and pushed his cock into her.

  The two men watched each other as they picked up a similar rhythm. Erica felt cold and emotionless. She turned her head to look at Beth, noticing the tracks of glistening tears down her cheeks. Erica wished she could cry too, but she had forgotten how to.

  As both men neared their climaxes Laurence Pettinger pulled out of Beth and stood between the beds, taking his erection, glistening from Beth’s juices, in his left fist while he plucked a black rubber ring from one of the metal dishes. Then pumping his cock determinedly he forced the ring between Erica’s lips, parting them wide, pushed his cock into the round opening and emptied his balls into her throat. And then as the loathing overtook her she was vaguely aware of Ray’s grunts as he pumped his seed deep into her pussy, moments before she passed out.