by Mind Guest
undone, but I was reminded by light-shirt that I was forbidden to touch
myself. All seven of us, we three girls, the three golden-shirts, and
light-shirt then left the room light-shirt leading; I was first with
the other girls in their line positions, a golden-shirt behind each of
us.
Outside the room was a tent corridor with other tent rooms leading off
it, and all of those rooms were open. Most of the rooms were empty, but
a few of them had occupants, mostly doing things I didn't understand.
One naked young girl in slave chains lay alone in a room on a large fur
piece, her eyes closed, her body twisting and squirming on the fur, a
low, constant moan coming from her throat. As I stared at her it
suddenly came to me that her body was covered with faint welts, as
though she'd been beaten a little before being put in there, but she
didn't seem to be in pain from that. Her squirming said she was badly
in need and quickly growing hotter, and the last glimpse I had of her
showed the thin leather strip tied around her waist and one of the thin
strips tied to it leading up from between her legs. Her wrists had been
as free as the wrist chain let them be, but despite her being alone,
her hands had been nowhere near her body. I didn't know if she was
being punished or trained, and if trained, to what purpose?
Another room had two girls in white slave ponchos being rewarded the
way I had been rewarded, and their sobs of pleasure and relief seemed
to take no notice of the way they were being hurt at the same time. One
of them was bent forward by the armlock her golden-shirt held her in
while he gave her secondary relief, and the other was bent backward by
a tight fistful of hair in the same way I'd been held. The two girls
behind me whimpered at the sight, but the next room held a sight that
made them whimper even more. A pretty girl in slave green was being
used by a dark gold-shirted guard who had dropped his pants for the
occasion, and her moan-filled writhings were so intense that they
reached out to me as well. It would have been a lot worse, though, if
the sight hadn't brought up a very disturbing question: we three and
the two girls being rewarded were given hand relief and nothing more;
we were even being trained to beg to be touched rather than used. It
was possible that they wanted the other two to remain virgins, but
Bellna wasn't a virgin. The girls in green. were used normally even
though it was still rape; what the hell did they have in mind for us?
I could have spent a lot of time prodding at the questions I had, but
the walk didn't talk long enough. The second room down from the guard
and his slave was our destination, and we were led into it. The front
of it was nothing more than a narrow corridor formed by heavy hide
partitions making up separate, small rooms, and three older women
stepped out of three of those rooms. All three of the women were
beautiful, all three of them wore slave chains and green cloth ponchos,
and all three of them immediately knelt to light-shirt.
"Slaves, there are new slaves here for you to assist," light-shirt told
them, giving them the same sort of pleased inspection he seemed to give
all slave females. "Have them seen to by our return."
"Yes, master," the three women murmured together, then rose gracefully
to smile at us newcomers. The one on the right came over to me, touched
my face gently with a long-fingered hand, then put her arm around my
shoulders and led me to the right, toward the small room she'd come out
of. She lifted the leather flap, urged me in first, followed and
dropped the flap, then put her arms around me and hugged me.
"Dear sister, I am so pleased for you," she said in a low, throaty
voice, patting my back. "You have already learned to give pleasure to our masters, I see, and have clearly been given pleasure in turn. How I
wish I had been so quick to learn! The ecstasy I was unable to receive,
merely because of my own slowness! Ah, me. I joy that you need not wait
as long as I."
She patted my shoulder again and let me go, then smiled at the
confusion she could see on my face. I was still pretending to feel what
the Bellna presence really was feeling, and my confusion amused her.
"I am able to know of your success through two things," she said,
patting my cheek again. "Although you are clearly in discomfort from
the device you wear, you are scarcely in such discomfort as the others,
showing that you have been eased. Also have you been allowed the full
grace and attractiveness of your chains, a further reward for one who
has earned approval. You are now able to move and gesture as a woman,
rather than be restrained as a child."
"I am now-womanly?" I asked, looking down at the chains and then back
to my new friend as though I really believed her. "I am no longer to be
burdened with the look of a mere girl?"
"No, you are no longer a mere girl," she laughed in good-natured
amusement, looking me over with a lighthearted indulgence I was sure
she didn't really feel. "It is for that reason that you must pretend to
childlike qualities, so that you may give further pleasure to our
masters-and thereby reach your ultimate reward the sooner."
"I cannot understand what you speak of," I protested in Bellnainnocence,
but I was very much afraid that I did understand. "For what
reason must I pretend to childishness, and what ultimate reward do you
speak of?"
"Perhaps it would be best if I were to explain all things to you," she
mused, one slim finger tapping her lips as she considered the idea.
"Yes, I shall give you what explanations you require, yet must I
minister to you the while. Should the necessary be left undone when the
masters return, we will both be punished. Come here."
She gestured me over to the back of the tiny room, where buckets of
water, piles of soft clothes, jars and bottles and all sorts of
paraphernalia stood. When we got there she stopped and reached out to
the poncho I wore, beginning to tug it off me.
"I must see to the freshening of your body," she explained, having more
trouble undressing me than light-shirt had had with the blonde slave.
She would have had an easier time of it if she'd been bigger, but she
was the biggest of the three who had been waiting for us and she still
didn't make my height. My golden-shirt had called me "little slave" and
other ickiness of the same sort, all despite the fact that the names
didn't fit. I might not have had his shoulder width, but he didn't have
more than a couple of inches on me.
"You must be clean and sweet-smelling, else our masters will not be
pleased," she said, taking the worn, sweat-stained poncho away. She
stopped to look closely at my now bare body, then smiled a sweet smile
of remembrance. "How well I recall my own time of beginning," she
sighed, glorying in the memory. "My body was as young and innocent as
yours, and when I was given reward by our masters, I imagined the
pleasure to be the most a woman was capable of experiencing. How
fo
olishly, happily wrong I was! Are you unbroached?"
"No," I answered, already blushing as I was expected to do. "Myengagement
was formally announced and consummated."
"Swiftly and with singular lack of skill," she nodded, clearly
dismissing the point. "Your first experience would be even greater if
you had not been opened, yet will you nevertheless find it
unforgettable. Kneel down and I will remove the device from you, and then you may relieve yourself."
Bellna was awed by the beautiful older woman and would have obeyed
without question, so I had no choice but to do the same. Once I was on
my knees she unknotted the leather both front and back, drew out the
device more slowly than I liked, then directed me to the more distant
bucket that was half full of water. I let Bellna's distress keep the
blush on my skin, but I didn't let her repugnance keep me from using
that bucket every way I could. The woman bustled around in a graceful
way until I'd finished, and then she directed me to the other bucket.
"I will speak as I bathe you, and you have naught to do save listen,"
she said, gesturing that I was to kneel again. She knelt too, right
near me, and I decided it was time for a legitimate question.
"For what reason am I not to freshen my own body?" I asked, watching as
she took a soft, clean cloth from the pile and dipped it in a bucket of
clean water.
"In future you will be required to do so," she answered, paying
attention to squeezing out the cloth. "For this one time I am commanded
to bathe you, and we may not question the will of masters. Lean a bit
more toward me."
I leaned toward her, and had my face, neck and ears washed; with that
done she wet the cloth again and smiled her lovely smile.
"You are among those who are incredibly fortunate, sister and child of
chin," she murmured, moving the cloth over me. "Not many are chosen for
our lot, for we are those who are allowed the blessings of ecstasy.
Merely by obeying without question and thinking of no other thing than
giving pleasure, we are given ecstasy beyond the knowledge of any other
woman. Our masters will punish failure, yet even with punishment do
they bring us to our ultimate goal. You must strive ever harder to he
perfect in your obedience, for in such a way will reward be constantly
yours. And when you are at last allowed the ultimate ecstasy, you will
know that you must continue striving so that it will he yours forever.
"Earlier we spoke of pretending to childishness, and you were unable to
understand the need for this. The answer lies in pleasing our masters,
of course, for this is the sole road to our ultimate goal. Our masters
are pleased to be given service by the very young and innocent,
therefore do we perform the acts which please them. When you are
permitted to beg for a thing, do so as though you were a small girl
asking a thing of her father. You are even permitted to pout and
wheedle to some extent. Do so, and your rewards will be richer beyond
even your own expectations, and will quickly lead to your ultimate
reward.
"The ultimate reward! Ah, how I wish you might truly know of it before
it is given you! Although you have experienced the presence of a man
within you, the ultimate reward is so far beyond that small, abortive
experience that there is no comparison. You will be used as a slave,
will know yourself a slave, and will know that no free woman will
experience the ecstasy that you do. You must be fully a slave before
this is given you, therefore must you strive with all your might to
achieve perfect obedience and the giving of pleasure. I am filled with
great joy that you have already come so far along the road, and will
surely advance even more rapidly now. Lie on your belly now so that I
may wash the back of you."
I flattened out face down as she asked, glad that I had absolute
control over my expression. The propaganda she'd fed me made me want to
look around for a shovel or hip boots, but the. part about pretending
to be a child made me want to throw up. Those sadists calling
themselves masters liked the idea of messing around with little girls, but they also wanted women's bodies. Catch a girl young enough, train
her to continue acting like a child, and when her body matures make
sure that her mind doesn't. Perpetual little girls to tickle the
perverted pleasure of so called men, helped along in their training by
female slaves ordered to act the part of mother figures. That was what
that bathing routine was all about, a young girl being told the facts
of life by a helpful, sympathetic, approving mother who has already
gone through the same herself and wants nothing less for her beloved
daughter. More conditioning of a particularly vicious sort, the sort
that took advantage of peoples' basic natures. I despised those slavers
for what they were doing, but all they would see was that I was going
along with it. Maybe, if I got very lucky, one or two of them would try
getting in my way when I was ready to leave that place.
The propaganda lecture went on as long as the washing did, and all of
me was washed except my hair. My scalp was rubbed with a cloth and then
allowed to dry, and while it was doing so some of those bottles and
jars were used. The bottles held unscented body lotions, unscented so
that the odors of desire coming from me would be clear to "our" masters
and add to their pleasure. I was nothing if not ardently eager to get
on with pleasing everyone in sight, but the contents of one of the jars
put a strain on the authenticity of my eagerness. I was told it was a
salve designed to ease the irritation in my private parts caused by the
device and all the handling I'd had, and that part of it wasn't a lie.
The salve did ease me, but a little gentle rubbing by the woman after
it was put on me showed that the salve was also a sensitizer, designed
to make my flesh even more sensitive to caresses than it had been. I
was made to bend over on my knees so that my bottom could be taken care
of, and it was all I could do to follow instructions with the trust of
innocence. Bellna wouldn't have known what the salve was doing so I
couldn't know; I just had to bend over and take it. After that my hair
was brushed out, and then I was told I could rest until the masters
came for me. I lay down on the spot indicated and closed my eyes, but
the woman knew damned well I wouldn't rest. I'd been faintly aroused
again, but all I could do about it was wait for the man who could
choose to make it go away-if he was pleased enough to do so.
A good twenty or twenty-five minutes passed before anyone showed up,
during which time the salve took my faint arousal and slowly increased
it to squirming level. Every minute that passed made Bellna more and
more anxious, a clear indication of what my own actions had to be. I
was being forced to think of nothing but the arrival of the masters,
and also what I could do to please them enough to ease me. Everything
done in that place was an aspect of conditioning, a conditioning that
would
probably have broken down even my defenses if it had been kept up
long enough. Some people, like me, are trained to take high levels of
pain, but no one, trained or not, can avoid being affected by constant
positive and negative reinforcement of the pleasure reflex. The human
mind is made to resist pain whenever it can, but pleasure? Hell, that's
what we're built to try for!
When my golden-shirt finally showed up, the woman went to her knees to
him and I wasn't far behind her. I made a real production out of it,
sitting up fast in relief, ready to blurt out my need, suddenly seeing
what my "mother" was doing, then quickly doing the same. My eagerness
to please had been increased as much as they'd wanted it to be, and the
indulgent smile on my golden-shirt's face was covering a good deal of
satisfaction.
"How refreshed and lovely you look, little slave," he said, stopping a
few steps into the room. "Rise to your feet so that I might see all of you."
The blush covering me as I stood up made him chuckle, and that
naturally increased Bellna's blush output. Having her there was
becoming handier and handier; I can blush on demand, but not from head
to foot. I turned slowly at his gesture, making an inexperienced stab
at moving as gracefully as the woman had, and when I turned to face him
again there was real amusement in his expression.
"Your eagerness pleases me, slave," he said, and so help me my body
reacted to that verbal stroking in a way that was horrifying. "Go and
fetch your device now, and I will reinsert it."
Morale dropped down to the floor at that, but I felt no urge to argue
him out of his decision. Instead I hurried over to where the woman had
put the device and quickly brought it to him, desperate to do
everything he asked and please him again. If he wasn't pleased I
wouldn't be rewarded, so I had to do all I could to please him. The
reactions and straight line logic were all Bellna's, who would have
been three-quarters of the way into full slavery if she'd really been
there. I handed over the device with a small and fear-filled pout, and
my golden-shirt chuckled even more.
"You dislike this device and yet you obey," he said with such obvious
approval that Bellna nearly purred. "Your obedience will be remembered.
