by Alan Horn
I stared at my collar. It was just as obdurate and beautiful as Roseann's. It looked heavy and obdurate. I would wear it for the rest of my life. It would define me as slave far more than its mates on my wrists and ankles. To everyone who saw it, it was me. No matter what I did or said, what else I wore, how I looked, this sinister mass of metal was alive with malice. Once it grasped my neck it would shout with glee 'I hold this slave for you to see. I will hold her forever. Command her.'
Yet, I wanted to wear it. I longed for its cold embrace tight on my throat. It was the hand of every man who had ever owned the body and soul of a woman. It was reaching out across time to hold me where I belonged. I knew I was a true slave and I wanted a master to own me.
They clamped the collar into a large machine and I lay upon its cold surface. My neck was inserted into it and the machine closed the collar. It was like a large, smooth hand claiming me. When closed, I could feel it touching every inch of my neck in a snug grip. They inserted the rivets and hammered them flat. The surface was filed and polished to a perfect flatness.
I lay there for many minutes feeling the vibrations of the work that enslaved me and I didn't care. I just wanted to finish training and learn who would own me. When the machine opened, I verified that my collar was heavy. I lifted my head and sat up. One of the smiths held up a mirror for me to see. Just like Roseann's, it was beautiful and was perfect on me. It was exactly right for me, a slave.
Chapter 13 - Ringed
After my bracelets and collar closed on me I was still strapped to the table. One of the men released a hidden catch and the surface tilted so that my feet were only inches from the floor. The men added a blindfold and more straps until my torso and head could not move. The men stroked my nipples and clit until they grew rigid. One man went to each side of the table and began stroking and pinching my nipples. Against my will, the traitorous nipples swelled. Standing rigid at attention above my heaving breasts. ready to be forever changed.
They applied a cool liquid to my rock hard nipples and I felt the huge needle pierce them. They stung more than hurt. I felt the rings inserted. I imagined they were just like Roseann's. I hoped they looked as good on me. Roseann's were beautiful on her. If asked, I would have given consent to be pierced and ringed. My opinions were not ever going to be sought again.. I had lost any right to my body. It was owned by another. I didn't even know who yet. I could only gasp and moan as my flesh was pierced. I heard the clicking as their internal locks engaged, but my blindfold kept them from me. Then each of my ears received their rings.
Outrage and pain colored the single scream I emitted as they pierced my clit hood. I only sobbed as they locked the ring within my secret place and my labia lips received similar rings.
At first, I raged at the violation of my body. Then I realized I was helpless to do anything about it. I wondered if they would make me more attractive to my new Masters. I hoped the Doctor knew what he was doing. One of the men applied a lotion to each of my new rings and rotated them within my flesh. He did not say anything. Neither did I. They were handling me and I wanted their care. I was so helpless!
Then I felt the cool liquid spread in both nostrils. Something cold and large thrust into both nostrils. There was a sharp click and my face filled with pain. The pain was much stronger than the other piercings. It was sickening and I had no defense against it. I screamed into my gag. The pain was sharp and pointed. It thrust up into my brain and made my ears hurt. I tried to shake my head but it wouldn't move at all. I felt the cold object removed from my nose but the pain didn't go away. Then I felt fingers doing something else in my nose. Something narrower slipped into my nostrils. I felt pressure squeezing my septum. There was a click and the thing left my nose, but I still felt the squeezing pressure.
I recognized what had been done to me. They had made a large hole in my septum and then put a grommet in the hole to ensure it would never grow smaller. This made the ring they planned to put in my nose free to swing. It also meant I could stand a stronger pull on my nose.
I heard the men walk away and return. They removed my blindfold and strapped my head back down. One of the men said,” This is your nose ring. It is permanent, like the others, but it is bigger and engraved. Look at the circumference.” He held up two half circles of shining steel with the outer edges toward her. One half had the word “Removal” and the other half had the word “Unlawful”. He continued, “Anyone who sees you will know you are a slave. This will always make your slavery obvious.”
Then they showed me a light chain. It had a large ring on one end. The second man said, "this is your leash. It too is permanent." The first man lifted one half of the huge nose ring and the second threaded the last link on the chain around the ring.
I squealed into my gag and tried to plead with the men to not ring my nose. No intelligible sound made it past the large gag, but, of course, the men understood me. I understood my opinion and desires did not matter to the men. They were just doing their job. Based on the expressions on their faces, enjoying it.
They pushed one half ring through the grommet in my nose. A pair of pliers fastened the two halves together. I heard the locks and knew I was ringed and leashed as a slave where everyone could see. I felt an unaccustomed weight on my lips and knew it would be the heaviest weight to bear. I felt drained and beyond caring. I just wanted to sleep.
The table tilted back to its horizontal position again, but I was not released yet. The men moved my ankles closer together. They took away the padlocks and welded a hobble chain between my ankle bands. They released me from the table. When I was standing on uncertain legs, my hands locked together behind me. A short chain locked to my collar. I felt the heavy weight of my ring and leash pulling down on my nose. They led me to a pillar and tethered me to it by the short chain. The end of my leash lifted up and clipped to my collar ring. I was grateful, for this reduced the pain in my recently pierced nose. A steel band like my collar, but larger, gripped my waist. It was comfortable, like a steel corset, tight, and obdurate. Another layer of restraint I could not remove.
The men unlocked my wrists. They measured the length of my arms and the distance between my collar and waistband. then cut two short lengths of chin and welded them to my wrist cuffs. The other end of the chains locked to the rear ring of my waistband. One of the men said, “ reach both hands in front of you.”
I obeyed and found I could only get each hand a foot in front of my waist. The man said,” Relax your arms.” Then he took hold of my right wrist and the other man took my left. They raised my hands and lowered them, checking my restricted reach. Then they raised my hands and placed them on the back of my neck. It was just possible. The released her wrists and said,” put your hands behind you, palms together.”
I obeyed and one man walked behind me. I heard and felt the chain joining my hands pulled through the ring on my waistband. Soon my hands met, palm to palm at the rear ring and I heard a lock click. I learned that my wrists would meet at the small of my back when the chain locked to my collar. Well, at least it would be more comfortable than locking my wrists to my collar like Roseann. Such are the pleasures of even a willing slave girl.
I heard the man mutter, “Perfect.” Then he unlocked the wrist chains from the collar and pulled them through the waistband ring. Then he said, “Keep your arms relaxed.” I felt him pull both wrists straight up my back until my forearms were together. He pulled them up until they hurt. Then he said, “ She is pretty flexible. He pulled my chains up to my collar and locked them to the rear ring.
I was now more helpless than I had ever been. My hands were far up my back and under tremendous strain. My collar pulled down in the back, the edge pressing into my throat. I tried to lift my hands further. But they were already as high as they would go. The smith said, ”Your tendons will stretch a little and you will be more comfortable in an hour. You won't even notice it by morning.” The blindfold covered my eyes again. I was chained to the pillar, gagged and helples
s.
Time dragged on and my legs became tired. I moved my feet and the chain clinked. Immediately I felt the burning lash of a whip on my ass. I jumped and heard a voice say, “Not a sound.”
I heard the Doctor return. He removed my blindfold and unlocked my tether from the pillar. Then he took the end of my leash and led me back into the corridor. My gait was uncertain. I had never had to walk with chained ankles before. I kept trying to take too long a step and had it jerked to a stop several inches shy of my natural stride. The Doctor shortened his stride to match mine. He said, “walking will become easier with practice”
The Doctor said, “your arms are stretching. Every time we lock your wrists as they are now, we will pull them as high as we can. This will be uncomfortable at first. Your tendons will stretch so you become comfortable.”
“I am taking you back to your room to recover. Tomorrow your training begins. Remember to go to kneeling display position unless ordered otherwise.”
He led me into the room and locked my leash to a ring in the wall over my bed and looked at me. I stood there, uncertain about what to do and saw the Doctor was frowning and holding his whip. I immediately dropped to my knees and spread my knees wide. I felt secure and comfortable. I was also dripping submissive juices from my cunt produced by my churning belly. I wanted to beg him to take me, but I feared he would punish me.
He looked at me and said, ”Posture, slave.
Liz awoke to the sound of the door opening and the clatter of chains. She slid off her bed and into kneeling display position. She saw the Doctor lead Regina back into the room on a light chain leash. She was smiling. She bore rings and chains just like Roseann. But it was not the bondage Liz first noted. Regina glittered as she walked. She bore gleaming golden rings in her nose, nipples, and labia lips. The leash descending from her nose ring. He led her to the bed and clipped her leash to the ring on the wall. “Get on the bed,” he ordered Regina.” She lay down on her side and was asleep.
He turned to Liz and unlocked her from the bed, ordered her to stand and seated her in a wheelchair. He said, “Now, Liz, its your turn.”
Liz cried out, “Oh, No.” and screamed as he pushed her into the hall.
Later, he led a ringed and chained Liz back into the room.
Chapter 14 - Helpless
When I awoke I found myself lying on my back on a bed in the familiar room. I remembered my piercing and raised my head to look at my pierced nipples. I felt an unfamiliar weight shift in my nose. I stared cross eyed at the heavy gold ring in my nose in fascinated alarm. As I turned my head, I could feel the weight of my new ear rings, and a heavy weight on my neck. I realized I was laying on my arms and they were asleep. I rolled over to release my arms, but they would not move. I struggled up to my knees, dragging my sore nipples over the mattress. I saw a chain descending from my face and realized it was the lease they put on my nose ring.
I felt snug bands on my wrists holding my hands high on my back close to my neck. I tried to bring one leg forward to stand but it too caught. I twisted around to look and saw my ankles shackled together with just over a foot of chain joining them. Finally fighting myself to a standing position I saw a full length mirror on the wall facing my bed.
I uttered a small cry as I saw my nether piercings and my helpless chained limbs. I remembered the fitting of my rings and chains. Those two hours were the most humbling, degrading, and submissive of my life. They were wonderful. I knew now that I was property. No longer human, I must obey every command of every free person, no matter their age or station. I wore a steel collar. I had a permanent leash fastened to my nose ring the other end locked to one of the many rings on the back wall of my cell.
I realized my bonds and rings were an exact duplicate of Roseann's. I had gotten my wish. I hoped I would not regret it. Not that I had ever had a choice. I was slave and the Masters would do to me whatever they wanted. It was comforting to know that I was not to blame for anything done to me, to be without choices and decisions.
I tested my chains to no avail. They were far stronger than I and I was going to stay as my captors left me until they decided otherwise. I appreciated that my Masters had designed so well. As I struggled, my new rings swayed and jerked in my flesh. I was tender around the piercings, but they didn't hurt. But, the continual shifting of the heavy rings was getting me hot and horny. I looked for something I could rub my clit on, but saw nothing. My bonds forgotten in my arousal, I moaned at my inability to find anything to get me over the edge. I wanted to fall into an orgasm so much I could taste it. I lay back down on the bed on my side and wished Liz was close enough to help.
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The two new slaves knelt on the yellow line. Their wrist cuffs locked high on their back to their collars. The Doctor held their leashes in his hand.
“Good,” the Doctor said. “Now arch your backs, raise up on your knees, spread your knees as far apart as you can. Place your forehead on the ground. This is punishment position. You will each receive 5 strokes of the whip. You have done nothing wrong. This whipping is to teach you what you should expect for disobedience. If you move the punishment doubles. If you disobey this command or object, the punishment doubles. Do you understand?”
Regina and Elizabeth looked at each other Elizabeth said, “Please don't whip us, Doctor. We'll follow your orders, please!”
The Doctor replied, “Elizabeth, it does not work that way. Whenever you earn a punishment, it will always be delivered. Also, you may not speak without permission, but, you did not know that, so, no punishment this time. You have several rules to learn. If you fail then you will receive at least three strokes. If you disobey, five strokes. Penalties double if you move or protest. You knew about pleading to reduce a punishment. You will now receive ten strokes. Whenever allowed to speak, you will always show proper respect. Address free men as Master and free women as Mistress. Is that clear? You may speak.”
“Yes, Master,” both women said.
I worried about Liz and was glad she had obeyed. As I waited for my whipping, I realized I was content. A few stripes would hurt, of course, but presaged a wonderful glow. I was living my dream of slavery to a strong but fair Master who cared about me. I raised up on my knees and leaned forward until my head touched the floor. I felt conflicting emotions- happy to obey the Doctor and terrified of the whip. I had never felt the whip before and it looked potent.. I feared how I would react. I was sure I would move and earn extra strokes. I realized I would be quite content to follow his orders from now on. I wanted to be pleasing to him and I complied with his commands.
Out of the corner of her eye I saw Liz was also obeying the Doctor's commands. Ten strokes seemed unbearable. I hoped Liz would not plead again.
I heard a hiss then incredible pain exploded through my raised bottom. The pain was excruciating and continued long after the leather had passed on. I felt the pain coursing through my body in stunned horror. I had no idea anything could hurt so much. My muscles sagged away from the pain, then I realized if I moved, there would be more strokes.
The Doctor paused, allowing me to savor the pain and come to terms with my new condition. He could see the thin red line on my right ass cheek. Then he struck my left ass cheek just as hard and another vivid red line blossomed on my fair skin. Three more times he struck. I quivered and gasped with each stroke, but I did not move. I sobbed.
Dr. Benoit gave Elizabeth her punishment without speaking. Both women sobbed, asses high in the air with glowing red lines across them.
He walked around the women. He said, "Excellent, ladies. If you are obedient you should not receive the whip again. In training, the trainers will correct you with the whip, usually just one stroke. You have actually exceeded my hopes for you. It looks like you are going to excel in this program. If you are obedient you can be out of this facility in a few months. You will still be prisoners but you will be happy, at least your predecessors are."
I straightened my body, arching my back and looking
at the floor in front of me. I felt the Dr's whip caress my ass as he said, “ thrust your breasts out more.” I tried to comply. The Dr said, “expect punishment if you are casual in any part of the position or are too slow assuming it. You should practice in your spare time.”
He walked around them as he spoke, inspecting them "you will not expect some of the training. The changes in you will surprise you. I won't go into the details now, but remember that you are going to be happy. Alright, this session is over. You will eat shortly. He laid the ends of our leashes on the floor, left the room and locked the door.
I choked back my sobs, looked at Liz and said, "I expect our asses will always be their favorite target. Girls take punishment so well there. Its such a prominent part of us. And well padded. I had a boyfriend who spanked me and one of the guards who hit me with his belt. But this whip was horrible. I never felt this much pain before. It made me sick inside.”
Liz didn't speak, she just sobbed. As I knelt on the floor, I realized my pussy and thighs were wet and my belly was heaving. I was about to orgasm! I glanced at Liz and saw her quivering and a puddle of her juices under her. I said, "Liz, I am about to orgasm. That whipping aroused me."
Liz replied,, "Me too. That whipping was the worst thing I ever felt, but I'm gushing like a fountain, I'm COMING!
Her orgasm seemed to set me off too, because I orgasmed right on her heels.
After we had recovered, the food came. The door opened and two different attendants entered. One was pushing a cart with covered plates on top and a box on the bottom rack. The other man said, “Time to eat girls. Kneel on the yellow line.”
Both women said, “Yes, Master,” and knelt, remembering the Doctor 's rules.
One man said, “Spread your knees more. Keep your feet together.”
