Chapter Two
The Lady
She was a tall woman with long black hair and an expression of utter
superiority, which was stressed by an elegant but showy make up, her
red-painted lips much in evidence. She was wearing a long dressing gown
in a precious, embroidered fabric and she was seated behind a massive
desk of dark wood, across the chair I had been thrown into by the girl
who had fetched me with the car. "I think your mistress has already
told you everything," she addressed me in perfect English, "but at any
rate I'm going to remind you of the terms of the agreement". "You will
become my slave for one year, and I will pay the agreed sum at the end
of the twelfth month. During that time you will be my captive, and I
will have the right to do everything I want to you. The slightest
mistake or disobedience will be punished by torture, and of course I
will make you suffer also for my entertainment. I have seen that you
are a little masochistic slut, and I am sure you'll have many
opportunities to amuse yourself with me and my friends. Normally I
would make you sign a contract, but since you are nothing but an
illegal immigrant, there is no need for it. No court would ever find an
Italian peasant girl to be in the right".
I agreed. The first thing that was ordered to me was to show her my
intimate parts, opening myself as wide as I could with both hands.
"Yesterday evening what I liked most was your smaller hole," the
aristocratic dominatrix said speaking of my asshole, and I have special
projects for it." The "special projects" consisted of a stern
disciplinary regime which aimed at dilating my anal sphincter to an
incredible extent, and it was started that very evening. Lady Fiona
made me go down on all fours, and she led me thus to a real, perfectly
appointed torture chamber, which I was to learn later was only one of
the three torture chambers in the mansion. I was bound with wide spread
legs on a gynecological armchair, and the lady amused herself first by
staving me in with her hand, then with a good length of her arm, and at
the end with a series of speculums and rectal plugs of ever growing
sizes. Even though Katja had also shown a passion for these games, I
had never had to submit to such huge penetrations, and my shrill
screams led my sadistic mistress to produce a copious stream of cunt
juice. She stopped only when the flesh of my anal sphincter was as
tautly extended as a violin string, stretched by a dildo of truly
enormous size. "For tonight that will be enough," she grinned
viciously, while the plug settled in my asshole despite the muscular
spasms which shook my anal ring and vainly tried to expel the intruder.
The pain was excruciating, and I could not wait for the moment when
that impaling stake would be withdrawn from my gut on fire. But in
fact, the dominatrix selected a set of ropes in a nearby cupboard, and
she used them to secure the dildo in its place, with specially devised
knots which prevented me from expelling it, as well as from drawing it
inside me, a demented idea which the tremendous pain in my anal ring
had led me to consider as well. Then Lady Fiona went out without a
word, leaving me alone with that atrocious instrument of torture.
It was a fellow slave who came and freed me from the chair, after I do
not know how much time. The spasming of my anal ring was over by then,
but it still throbbed with pain. The girl first freed my ankles, then
she undid the rope which cinched my waist, and then she unbound my
wrists. When the only remaining rope was the one securing the dildo in
my asshole, though, she motioned me to get up. I could not believe it:
how was I expected to move at all with such a thing stuck up my ass? I
attempted to explain myself in English, but the slave girl nodded in
quite an eloquent manner: I had to keep the plug where it was! It took
me half an hour to reach the cell where I was to spend the night: it
was situated in a kind of subterranean hall, and simply climbing down
the ladder which led there was a terrible, incredibly painful
experience. When I reached my bunk, I was almost completely bathed in
transpiration, I quivered with pain and I was quite certain of having
ruptured my anal sphincter. The slave bound my hands at the bed's head,
while my ankles were secured by leather thongs which held them wide
apart. It was fortunate that I was allowed to lie down on my belly: the
weight of my body bearing down on my flattened tits was but a trifle in
comparison with the agony I would have suffered if I had been reduced
to support myself on the stake which sodomized me. The slave went out
of the cell without a word, ramming home the bar which locked the
wooden door and turning the light off. Alone in the dark, skewered like
a chicken about to be roasted and bound stark naked on a bunk, I began
at long last to grasp the situation I had landed myself in. I was a
prisoner, a prisoner in a castle of horrors like the castles in fairy
tales, like the castle in the Story of O, in the hands of a woman who
could afford the luxury of torture chambers and of a whole seraglio of
girls she could make suffer at her whim. As I lay there on my belly,
with my ass on fire and my limbs stretched in all directions by the
ropes which now were starting to chafe my skin, I reflected on Lady
Fiona's dazzling, diabolical smile, which made her look almost like a
pornographic version of Snow-White's cruel queen; back in the
gynecological chamber, her eyes had gleamed with bliss while she
rummaged with her hand inside my rectum, intent on drinking up to the
last drop the suffering she was visiting on my most intimate parts. The
intensity of the pain had almost stupefied me at the time, and I had
not quite realized it, but now I remembered the arousal of that woman
as she looked at my torture as something which hung tangibly in the
air. And what about myself? I had allowed myself to be mistreated like
a lifeless puppet, lending myself to the bondage and torture of my
whole body with a submissiveness which was even more marked than that
which I was used to demonstrate to Katja. Maybe the difference between
what had happened just now and my relationship with Katja lay in the
fact that now, it was not a game. Lady Fiona was too organized, too
dedicated a sadist to allow herself the luxury of letting me rest after
the torture. Katja would have put me in bed for many hours, coming now
and then to shower me with kisses and caresses. With my new Mistress it
was the reverse: she had not even deigned to see me to my cell, and she
had only been preoccupied with the need to ensure that my anal ring
should go on suffering even while I lay asleep.
These reflections eventually aroused me and made me wet, which
contributed to make the huge dildo's intrusion easier to bear.
Naturally, I could not sleep during that night: maybe I did lose
consciousness for a few minutes from time to time, but the major part
of the night was spent enduring the ever growing tension of the binding
ropes, fantasizing about what would be inflicted to me the following
day, and marvelling at the way the pain from my raped asshole was
becoming less and less intense, and now and then even felt pleasurable.
I tried to masturbate by shaking my hips, but to no avail. When the
light came back in the cell, I had been reduced to a rag, and I was
aroused like a bitch in heat.
The first person I saw on that morning, as well as on most of the
mornings that followed, was Enrica. Enrica was my designated teacher of
German, which was the official language in Lady Fiona's mansion. She
was an Italian girl, like me, and was about 25 years old. She was
rather smallish, with a well developed body which revealed her
Mediterranean roots; she had black hair and big hazel eyes, and her
dark complexion came as a surprise after so many pale-skinned local
beauties. She wore the black, incredibly high spike-heeled pumps which
I later discovered were compulsory for all the guests of the mansion,
and a collar fitted with a ring. Besides that she was completely naked:
her vagina was totally depilated and she wore large metallic rings
through her inner cunt lips. The lips were stretched by the weight of
the rings which clanked sonorously against each other at her very step.
Similar rings, larger than those I already had seen used for piercing,
ran through the base of her big dark nipples, compelling them to remain
stiffly erect, in a permanent state of wicked arousal.
Enrica did not remove the anal plug, which anyway I had already gotten
used to, but she freed my ankles and wrists. I passively allowed her to
fit me with a collar which was then chained to a ring in the wall,
constraining me to remain standing, and I crossed my arms behind my
back as I was ordered to. The lesson started right then and without any
preliminary explanations. The first words I was taught were those which
designated my bodily parts, and she obviously began by "cunt",
"asshole", "tits", and so on. Enrica would lightly touch the specific
body part, enunciating its name; and I would repeat after her. Any
mistake on my part would be punished in the most appropriate manner: my
nipples would be pinched and tweaked between two fingers, my buttocks
were most painfully beaten with a slender cane (and whenever the
beating made my anal ring instinctively tighten, I truly saw flying
stars), and so on. After one hour or so of such schooling, it was
explained to me that the Mistress' orders were that I should be able
within the month to carry out whatever instructions were given to me in
German, and that should Enrica fail to achieve this, she would be
deprived of her status as a supervisor, which she had attained after
two years of hard servitude, and would revert to being a mere slave,
which would mean being subjected again to daily mistreatments.
In fact, I spent the remaining of the day committing to memory the
complicated rules which governed life in the mansion, and which
included detailed dispositions regarding the way one had to behave
while walking, receiving punishment, interacting with supervisors,
taking food, even responding to the calls of nature, and in a thousand
other occasions. It amounted, in short, to a veritable penitentiary
regime, with the difference that here, one could be tortured and
mistreated at any time. The item which at first seemed to be the most
unbearable was the prohibition of masturbation or of any other way of
procuring sexual pleasure without prior permission from the
supervisors.
These supervisors included, in addition to Enrica, two other women, a
voluptuously formed German called Monika, and the Asian Midori, an
excessively beautiful Japanese woman with a particularly hard stare.
All three were former slaves of Lady Fiona's seraglio, whose particular
merits had been rewarded by their being granted their freedom, and
being put in charge of the everyday running of their Mistress' harem.
Their duties consisted mainly in training the slaves, through daily
punishments and humiliations, and in preparing everything for the
Mistress' entertainment. For the mistress and sole owner of the
mansion, as well as of our lives, needed to have at her disposition,
every evening, two "favourites", who were selected by rotation from the
cells' denizens.
The first of these "favourites" was to play the part of a sexual
plaything, lending her own body to Lady Fiona's erotic whims. Our
Mistress only allowed the fleetest of tongue and the nimblest of hands
to fulfill this office. The other "chosen" girl was assigned a rather
less pleasant part: that of victim, since she was to "liven up" the
evening with the exhibition of her suffering, and thus was to submit to
particularly intensive and sophisticated torment. These special
tortures were thought up by the three supervisors, who had to take
great care to keep their Mistress entertained with ever more new
variations, on pains of being sentenced, in their turn, to exemplary
punishments.
At that time there were eight slaves living in the mansion, including
me. This meant that between two evening torture sessions we had only
one week's respite, during which we still were punished every day for
sundry motives. In my own case, for example, I was not used as a victim
for a whole week, during which I was nevertheless subjected to much
worse treatments than I was used to. I was whipped hanging from my
tits, I was made to wear a harness fitted with a huge rectal plug for
all the time I spent in my cell, I was held in rigorous bondage for so
long that I almost lost consciousness, I was given enemas which made me
feel my belly was about to burst, and of course I was still held
responsible for the hard housework I had been assigned. I who, back at
home, would never have thought of even wiping a plate, was now in
charge of scrubbing clean huge areas of pavement, using the tiniest of
rags, or of dusting one by one every book in the entire library, while
constrained in a bodice which left me breathless, with sharp-toothed
clamps biting into my nipples, and precariously balanced upon high-
spiked shoes which painfully cramped my toes. So intense were my
suffering, my never ending psychological stress and my terror of being
punished that I could think of one thing only - to obey. I never once
gave a thought to the world outside the mansion's high walls, to my
beloved Katja or to anything which could distract me from the immediate
satisfaction of my tormentors.
I laboured all day long, I licked boot soles, cunts and assholes
whenever I was ordered to, I passively followed the women as they
dragged me by my leash to the torture chamber, I resignedly endured
whatever punishment was in store for me, I went back to work, I was
sent to my cell, I collapsed on my bunk, and the following morning, I
would be awakened by Enrica for the German lesson, which as often as
not would be concluded by the hiss of the cane. A few days had been
enough, under such an exhausting routine, to utterly destroy my will
power, but it had not diminished the erotic pleasure I felt in that
bizarre situation. Every time I proffered my wrists to be tied with a
rope, my cunt was reduced to a sopping rag, my nipples grew stiffly
erect and hard as pebbles, and I languidly observed the supervisors as
they got everything in order to make suffer. However atrocious my
torment would be, I had soon come to see that pain as the exact and
right price to be paid in exchange for being granted the honor of
giving pleasure to my tormentors. Sex proper was rationed, and the
never ending arousal which stemmed from such a strange situation as
prevailed within the walls of the mansion was a big help in sustaining
the torments and the constant exhaustion. I had become a true
nymphomaniac, and I found my highest happiness in being allowed to lick
the supervisors' sublime bodies, and in constraining myself to swallow
to the last drop the liquors of their cunts. The three supervisors were
quite satisfied with my attitude, and so was Lady Fiona, whom in fact I
hardly ever met during the day, and who almost never stopped to cast a
look at me.
It was only at dinner time that the Mistress deigned to honor her harem
with her presence. On those occasions, we slaves would congregate in
the dining room, and we would witness, along with Lady Fiona and the
two supervisors who sat at her table, the torture of the selected
victim, who was tormented by the third one. The designated lover of the
Mistress only had to remain under the table and to tongue her with
devotion, while one of us would fulfill the duties of a maid, and the
others had to remain at the disposition of the supervisors, who often
followed the Mistress' example in enjoying erotic servicing during the
dinner, and also could be in need of assistance to punish the victim.
The evening punishments were terrible and memorable performances, which
were remarkable both by the sophistication of the instruments put to
use and by the cruelty displayed by the tormentors, whom no begging or
crying could ever hope to move. In the first torture session I
witnessed, the victim was Undine, a German woman of about thirty years,
with a head of crew-cut red hair. She wore rings through her vaginal
lips and her nipples, and she had walked to the corner of the room,
where her torture was to be inflicted, with a proud expression which
made me think she had vowed not to show her agony to her tormentors.
The supervisor in charge of the torture was Monika, who first
imprisoned her neck and wrists in a rectangular yoke of dark wood,
about one inch thick. Two ropes were fastened to her legs, around her
knees, keeping them spread but not really tight, then the dominatrix
chose two lengths of thin twine, which she ran through Undine's vaginal
rings, opening her cunt wide before pulling the strings upwards. Undine
never made a sound as the strings were fastened to the sides of her
yoke, which stretched her outer cunt lips in a most painful manner.
Then Monika took a metal wire which she drew, very tightly, between two
rings which had been fitted in the walls, at a height of about three
feet, in front and in back of the slave's exposed body. The dominatrix
removed Undine's shoes, who was ordered to remain on tiptoes: in that
position the wire went right between her legs, a few inches under her
splayed vagina. This was obviously a distinctly uncomfortable position,
and the slave had to strain considerably not to touch the wire,
especially with the weight of her yoke bearing down on her shoulders.
The tormenter then selected four large metal clamps, of the kind which
is used to fasten a car's jumper cables to an outside battery, and
which were evenly disposed along a single electric cable. As I had
foreseen, the first two clamps closed their cruel steel teeth over
Undine's nipples, and she had to bite her lip to keep herself from
screaming in pain: they were heavy objects, and the springs they were
equipped with were able to exert quite a substantial gripping strength.
The slave's reaction was not ignored by Monika, who amused herself for
some time by shaking the clamps with both her hands, then dropping them
by surprise, so as to stretch again and again Undine's tortured
nipples. I could see two big tears gliding down the woman's face, but
once again, she still had not uttered the slightest sound.
The affixing of the third clamp was even more painful than for the
previous ones: for Monika, with a wicked smile, closed its jaws right
on the slave's exposed clitoris, drawing at long last a piercing scream
which sustained itself as the dominatrix took all her time positioning
the clamp, making sure it would bite Undine's pink button from the
upper side, the grip from its strong spring keeping it upright. When
this task was completed, Undine was shaken with heavy sobs, her legs
were quavering and her vacillating torso made the clamps jingle in an
exciting and painful ballet. There still was a fourth clamp, which
Monika hefted in one hand with a smile which was not leaving any hope
of a reprieve. The blonde woman rolled a large orange painted metal box
near her victim: I know nothing about electricity, but the dials and
the switches on the top side of the box left no doubt about it. It was
a generator!
The fourth clamp was fitted to it by Monika, who completed the
preparations by hooking another clamp, linked to the generator, to the
metal wire which still ran between the slave's legs. Undine had gone
pale when she had seen the generator. Her tormentor toggled a switch on
the device, and a deep whir was heard throughout the room. Monika went
to her victim, walking with slow and sensual moves until she stood
behind her shoulders, and raising her arms in a majestic gesture, she
grabbed with both hands the wooden yoke which cinched her neck. Undine
tried to beg for mercy, mumbling a few words, but the blonde haired
woman never hesitated, and she firmly pulled the yoke down, rupturing
the slave's balance and compelling her to stand on the soles of her
feet. Her stretched vulva went into contact with the steel wire, and
the electric circuit was closed, sending current through the poor
girl's body and pouring it though her nipples and clitoris.
Undine's scream was really atrocious, and as soon as Monika had stepped
aside, the slave went up again on the tips of her toes, ending her
suffering for the time being. From then on, the woman remained bound to
the wicked device for at least four hours, during which her exhaustion
got her calf muscles to give way a great number of times. Every such
defeat was signalled by an ear-splitting shriek, which as the time went
by lasted longer and longer, as the mere effort of getting back into
position was more and more difficult. Lady Fiona kept looking at her
shaking body with a satisfied smile, obviously turned on to the extreme
by the pain her slave was enduring.
Every single one of the performances of the following nights proved to
be terrible and unbearable for the unfortunate victims. Midori
tormented Ann, a very young Irish girl, by hanging from each of the
rings which perforated her breasts and her vagina a big bucket. The
buckets were filled slowly with water, through a sophisticated tubing
apparatus, throughout the whole evening. We could see her most
sensitive flesh being stretched to impossible lengths, while her body,
tensing to the spasming point, kept quavering under the intensive pain.
Then it was Enrica's turn to torment the pale-skinned Karen, a girl who
had been forbidden to pass water for the last two days. In order to
ascertain that the order would be carried out, she had been made to
wear a kind of super-tight rubber panties, internally fitted with a
gigantic inflatable dildo, which crushed her urethra shut. Karen was
compelled to drink a full quart of warm water, then she was made to
suggest herself the torture she would be inflicted in exchange for the
permission to empty her bladder, which by then hurt her so much that
she could absolutely not speak clearly. The final agreement was reached
over a whipping of her whole body, delivered with long riding whips by
Enrica and Midori until the slave lost her senses. This would be
followed by fifty lashes on her vagina, administered with a thin cane
wielded by Monika.
The latter was in charge the following evening, taking pleasure in
fitting Tanya, a voluptuous American girl, with big vaginal rings, as
her cunt had been unadorned up to that night. After having pierced her
smaller lips, Monika ran two syringe needles through her clitoris,
making her almost faint with agony. The fifth day Midori made use of
the only black slave, an athletic Senegalese woman whose name I cannot
recall, for a penetration-centered performance. The unfortunate woman's
vagina was raped with hands, feet, plugs and dildoes of varying sizes.
As a final climax, Midori thrust a big bottle-scrubbing brush in the
black woman's vagina, and she rummaged without any precaution, shaking
the hard-bristled brush inside the slave's cunt. The ultimate touch was
provided by a copious quantity of molten wax which was poured into the
slave's vaginal cavity, which a speculum kept wide open, care being
taken to pour it directly on the mouth of her womb.
The next victim was Jacqueline, from France, whom Enrica bound laying
on her back on the floor, with her head encased in a kind of gold fish
glass bowl, where a rubber-padded opening had been added on one side
for the slave's neck. We had been forbidden, that very morning, to
refrain from producing piss or shit for the whole day, and on that
occasion we had to empty ourselves into the clear glass bowl, almost
drowning Jacqueline in a sea of excrement, most of which she was forced
to gulp down in order not to suffocate.
The following night was dedicated to torturing Bettina, who was the
only other guest of the mansion who seemed to be as sincerely
masochistic as I was. Bettina was so young that I was pretty sure she
was still a minor, and I had first noticed her a few days before that
evening, when we were both assigned to kitchen duties at the same time.
I was dusting a shelf, and she was doing the dishes. At some time in
the afternoon Enrica came into the room, and she had started checking
upon my work, intent on finding some leftover dust or any other excuse
for punishing me: I had briefly paused, casually turning my head
towards the other slave. Bettina had taken a plate she had just washed,
she had winked at me, and she had quite deliberately thrown it down on
the floor, shattering it and provoking the supervisor's fury. The young
slave had been dragged to the punishment room without further ado, and
when she came back almost half an hour later, her ass had been turned
into an angry red mass of burning flesh by Enrica's whip.
The torture visited on Bettina was more cruel than anything I had
witnessed up to that moment in the mansion: Monika sealed shut her
pretty little cunt with a great number of safety pins, with which she
pierced both her inner and her outer lips, making her lose some blood.
Even Lady Fiona was not pleased by the performance, and before she went
back to her rooms with that evening's designated lover, she had the
other two supervisors administer a whipping to Monika, who was set upon
by her colleagues with much enthusiasm.
