Slavery - Full Circle

by Mark Andrews

  I did, quite willingly but was glad to see Horse-cock now greasing the huge phallus while Doll-face carefully worked some of it into my backside. Madeleine didn’t seem to mind these concessions but now moved forward again, the giant Swedish body slave guiding it to its destination but then she lunged forward once more.

  I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t the terrible agony that shot right through me as my virginal anus was opened wide by the rubbery, penis-shaped dildo. Later on, they told me that was the most merciful method of first entry. Slow and gentle actually hurts more, Doll-face whispered to me.

  Madeleine stopped all movement once she was fully inside and now soothed my hair away from my face, kissed me softly and then cuddled her body down onto mine. I couldn’t believe how nice she was and how considerate of my agony (which was now rapidly abating, as it happens) but, again later, the pair of slaves explained that they had made mental ‘suggestions’ to her, just as they had to me and while the effects only lasted a few hours and had to be used sparingly lest she discover what they had done, they wanted to make my first encounter with her at least bearable.

  It was a great deal more than bearable, of course, as I have already explained and while at that time, I had no idea of the whys and wherefores of any of it, I did guess, I think, that someone or something had been working for me.

  But then she started work again, now thrusting her fake cock in and out of my backside. It wasn’t the sheer and unmitigated delight that the other form had been, but I found it quite pleasurable.

  She called a halt not long after that, allowing the two slaves to remove the thing from her body and then Horse-cock scooped her up and took her into the bathroom where the pair of them, assisted by me (to a very small extent), now bathed her as they had me, except there was no icy shower after the tepid bath as she wanted to sleep and that would have roused her once more. Once she was dry, he lifted her again and took her back into her bedroom where Doll-face had replaced the satin sheets.

  She snuggled into them while I looked down at her in distaste. It seemed the effects of the oil and the two slaves’ suggestions were wearing off and so they now collected me and we withdrew into the tiny box-like room where they slept. It was no more than two metres square and its walls weren’t even finished. The house was built of stone and brick and in there, the masonry was quite unadorned and cold as ice to the touch. There were no windows and just a plain bulb hung down on an electric flex.

  As we entered, Horse-cock took my hand and glanced up at one of the cornices and I knew he was telling me there was a camera and mike up there. We therefore simply settled down silently onto the thin mattress with its plain fitted rubber sheet and snuggled up to each other for warmth and comfort.

  There was no blanket, even. It was a far cry from the huge bed just through that thin door; its soft satin sheets and warm doona, the fluffy pillows and flounces and I could feel my hatred of her returning in full force.

  But that hatred was mitigated by a new love I felt emanating from the wonderful pair of human beings now snuggling up to me on either side, their arms coming over me and their so beautiful flesh warming and soothing me at the one time.

  We didn’t make love. I would have but by gestures and facial expressions, they told me it was taboo. We could use each other’s body to keep warm but that was it.

  I later discovered that Hobbs had employed a man highly trained in the security sector who monitored the system in his care. He even slept in the main control room and it was so sophisticated that if it had sensed us, say, going over the limit, it would have sounded an alarm in his ear.

  Within a minute or so, he, possibly with Hobbs in tow, would have been standing over us. No, we all quickly learned that Madeleine had us in total thrall. There was no hope of escape and she delighted in punishing us and so we knuckled under and did as we were told.

  Chapter 3

  The next day I met Sanjiv. And what a meeting it was. The moment I was brought to his presence, I knew here was a man who stood above us all. Not that he was a big man physically. In fact, if you can picture Mahatma Ghandi, then you have Sanjiv, although he didn’t have Ghandi’s glasses.

  I had indeed been allocated to Madeleine’s personal staff and was therefore now an acolyte to Horse-cock and Doll-face. When Hobbs informed me of this that morning I was hard pressed to suppress my joy for by now I had come to cherish this pair of young body-slaves. But I also wondered what had happened for she had informed me in her sitting room that I was destined for ten years of the hardest physical labour she could find for me, so that I would be exhausted at the end of each day. And then Hobbs had intimated I would then be used as her and his sexual plaything for half the night.

  But mostly I thought of the pleasure I was going to have from working with Horse-cock and Doll-face. As I said, in the short time I had known them, I had come to love the pair of them.

  And it wasn’t because of their truly fabulous bodies, either. I admired their fine physiques, certainly, but that didn’t make me love them. No, it was the purity of spirit that was so apparent in them both in everything they did and said, even towards Madeleine.

  I did suppress it, however. If Madeleine once found out I delighted in her personal slaves, she would have sent me out to toil in the stables, mucking out the manure and the like; scrubbing floors as I had yesterday; or perhaps pulling a huge steel roller endlessly over the vast lawns of the estate.

  Anyway, I now met Sanjiv and was immediately aware that he had a presence; a charisma, a power which transcended anything I had ever felt from a human being before. I could feel him searching my mind... No, not actual words or questions. Just a sense that he was in there, checking me out.

  I looked straight into his eyes and everyone else in the room - even the room itself seemed to disappear. There was just the pair of us and for a few minutes he held me in that thrall while he assessed me. But then he let me go and smiled at me.

  “You are as pure of heart as these two, Anne Winters,” he said softly as I slowly came back down to Earth and my surroundings reappeared.

  “I, er...” I stuttered but Bjorn and Chandra (I refuse to go on calling them by Madeleine’s insulting epithets) now moved up to me and hugged me while the Indian looked on benignly. “We knew you were one of us,” Bjorn whispered into my ear.

  I was horrified and looked all around me for signs of cameras and microphones, sure Hobbs and his man would be onto us in a flash, but he just smiled at me again. “Don’t worry, Anne. In here we are safe from their cameras. Sanjiv has done something to them to make it all look and sound innocuous...”

  I stared at him in awe. “He has?” wondering how he had tampered with the sophisticated equipment I knew would be installed there.

  “It is not the electronics I have changed, Ann,” said Sanjiv quietly. “It is their minds: those of your mistress, Hobbs’ and John’s, which I have worked on... Just as Bjorn did with Madeleine’s and yours last night.”

  And then he proceeded to explain how he had surreptitiously taught my two new friends how to use their minds to influence others and were now advanced to learning how to read them as well.

  “You mean you can actually read my thoughts?” I asked, staring at him in a very real awe.

  He smiled. “No. Not actual thoughts, or rather not precise ones. But emotions; sincerity; malevolence, and the like, yes. It takes a great deal of incredibly hard work to activate both of these faculties but impinging your will on others is the easier of the two. You observed that they made Madeleine treat you as a human being last night and also helped you to warm to her, didn’t you?”

  “I did, yes, but I had no idea it was them who was doing it.”

  “And did you not wonder this morning that she had changed her mind about using you as a labourer on the hardest chores she could find for you?”

  I stared at him
in more awe. “You changed that, too?”

  “I did, and now, over the next few months, we are going to convince her to admit to her crime against you. It will not be easy for her whole mind will resist us strenuously. After all, once she admits to it, she will be facing slavery herself.

  “But, between the four of us, we are going to teach the young Madeleine Albrecht a lesson she is not going to forget in a hurry. Her treatment of others is bad enough, but what she did to you is quite unforgivable.”

  “You know what she did?”

  “I do indeed, now. And I know the name of her accomplice. That much I have already gleaned from her mind, but do not imagine this is going to be easy or quick and there will be times when she reasserts herself and you will find yourself performing some dreadful task. There won’t be much I or we can do for you until we mentally convince her to go easy on you but reassure yourself with the knowledge that we are on your side and will always be there for you, even when you are carrying out some horrible chore.

  “I am going to try to move into the mind of Mr Peter Nixon. He may be a weak link.”

  “So it was him who was her mole, then?”

  “Yes. A most unprepossessing young man who shouldn’t be difficult to crack.”

  I thought about Peter. Yes, he wasn’t a very likeable person but I wouldn’t have thought him capable of such a terrible thing. Unlike most of the staff in the firm, I had been nice to him. But then, if he was susceptible to bribery, I suppose that wouldn’t have made much difference.

  “How will you approach him, Sanjiv? I mean he doesn’t live anywhere near here?”

  His beautiful brown eyes twinkled at me. “The tyranny of distance, eh, Anne? Do not let it worry you. I have been studying these disciplines since I was a boy and I have developed them rather well. He won’t feel my mind in his but I am hoping to find some evidence of his perfidy...”

  I smiled at him. “Thank you, Sanjiv. But what about the others here? Big Balls, and Bjorn and Chandra, for starters?”

  His smile deepened. But his words were puzzling. “Ah, I knew you were pure of heart. In your own troubles, you still think of others. Alas, although Bjorn and Chandra are of good heart, their crimes are real and they must serve their times. Joel is another question, however. I have discerned that he too was framed by Miss Albrecht for she wanted his body and I am already in the process of unravelling his case as well.”

  “Just how did you come to be here in the first place, Sanjiv?” I now asked, really curious about this incredible little man.

  Again his smile turned into a wide grin. “Not only pure of heart but perspicacious, eh, Anne? But your question is valid. These days, I spend my time looking for strange or interesting personal situations. As I have the ability to mentally assess people, I latch onto someone of interest, either the very good, or the opposite and when I was invited to attend a society bash in Brisbane, I thought here might be a veritable potpourri of interesting subjects. Madeleine Albrecht stood out from the crowd. Her mind positively radiated evil and self-interest and I decided to investigate her further.

  “I persuaded her that I had much to offer her in the way of training her slaves in the sexual arts and to develop their bodies to the utmost and here I am.”

  He paused a moment, twinkling at all three of us but then said it was time we began our exercises.

  I am not going into the details of those exercises - either the physical ones involving the development and maintenance of nigh-on perfect bodies, the betterment of sex in all its forms, or of the beginnings of my mental training. Suffice it to say, both were intense and extremely tiring but wonderful in the way they expanded my mind and body, almost exponentially. Exercise is exercise however and its details would only bore you.

  What I will do is move on to my life as one of Madeleine’s body-slaves and of her mood swings. The former involved looking after her suite of rooms, not at all an onerous task, especially as there were now three of us to perform them; her body, its exercise, bathing, massage and dressing; but vastly more importantly her sexual shenanigans.

  This latter was certainly not restricted to us three for she had decidedly catholic tastes when it came to sex and Joel (whom I also refuse to call Big Balls) was another favourite. But then all of her slaves were handsome or beautiful and possessed of truly exceptional bodies so we were often spared making love with her, although of course we had to prepare her for each encounter.

  From the foregoing you may have gleaned she was a nymphomaniac and by that, I mean one of the first order. She wanted sex at least twice a day and sometimes more. The morning bouts were usually with us, although she sometimes ordered us to go and fetch Joel for I think she delighted in his fabulous body more than any other of her slaves, even Bjorn or Chandra.

  Me, of course, she had acquired to obtain her revenge on and I ended up as one of her body-slaves and not a base labourer only because of the two body-slaves’ mental influence over her. I worried at first that this might be temporary but Sanjiv assured me that whilst they couldn’t stop her when she reasserted that hatred of me, they would be able to restore me to the position within hours or at most a few days and then gradually, she would come to accept me as a docile slave who only wished to serve her and those little episodes would cease altogether.

  I have to say that I delighted in our physical exercise sessions. Both Madeleine and I had done well at gymnastics and had both continued on with it into the next stages of our lives, she as a society belle and me at university. And as physical education students, Bjorn and Chandra had also trained in the discipline. The one difference between us and any other group of gymnasts was that we performed naked - stark naked and even more naked than that for all five of us were totally smooth, not a single hair below our eyelashes. I am sure we must have presented an extraordinary display to any onlookers but of course Hobbs made sure there were none.

  I found the sexual training hard but enjoyable, but the mental exercises Sanjiv put the three of us through were the hardest. How did he get away with training us in them? Simple. He merely convinced Madeleine and Hobbs (by thought suggestion) that they were part of our sexual training.

  And so, while I can’t say I was actually enjoying my days (for I yearned to be back at work and university studying law), they were at least bearable. Or at least they were until the first time Madeleine’s mind reasserted itself.

  It was about three weeks after my arrival there and I was quite unprepared for it.

  She didn’t actually fire me as a body-slave, but she seemed to fall into a rage over the smallest matter - I had put a bobby pin down on her dressing table prior to taking it away to be cleaned (she was extremely pernickety about such things) and she flew into a violent rage, pressing the button at the side of the table to summon Hobbs and in the meantime, berating me non-stop for my sloth, slovenliness, ill-manners, incompetence, and anything else she could dream up, while Bjorn and Chandra stood by helplessly, all their mental powers of persuasion useless in the face of her rage.

  Hobbs entered in haste, no doubt warned by the insistent nature of her button-pushing that she was in an inflamed state but his face, usually urbane and calm was now flushed. Clearly his sadistic nature had sensed one of us was about to suffer at his hands.

  “This slut has been quite incompetent, Hobbs,” she said, gesturing impatiently at me. “I want her put on the roller for a week. Work her to the limit of her endurance - and then some. Hang her up by her heels in the front hall at night and feed her nothing but stale bread and salted water. I’ll teach her to learn some manners... Oh and fit her with a silicon doggy tail - one with a very large butt plug. It will add to her shame while allowing my guests to laugh at her as she struggles against the dead weight of the roller.”

  The guests she was referring to were two couples that fawned over her for her wealth but were as sadistic as she and Hobbs
in their treatment of us slaves. They were Billy and Joan Thomas and Peter and Elizabeth Upton but they are otherwise unimportant to my tale so I won’t bother describing them. They arrived yesterday and were staying a week and I suddenly put two and two together: I was to be their entertainment during their stay.

  Bjorn and Chandra also understood her motives and thus knew all their powers would not change her mind. They had to step back now and watch as Hobbs gleefully ordered me out of her bedroom and down to the back garden and thence to the garden shed where stood the huge roller.

  Huge it certainly was and I stared at it in horror. It was formed from a sheet of stainless steel two-and-a-half centimetres thick. This had been rolled and then welded to form an open-ended cylinder about a metre in diameter and the same long. Rods of the same material had been welded as radii into the open ends and in the centre an axle had been fitted. Around this hung a large plastic tank which took up most of the space inside the hollow steel of the roller and this could be filled with water, making it considerably heavier and adding to the load. The harnessing frame was formed of steel bars which were attached to the outer ends of the axle. These came together in front of the roller and then diverged again to allow the slave to fit in between them

  But first I was to be tailed. Hobbs grinned at me malevolently as he reached up to a shelf and brought down a wooden case which he opened to reveal four of these horrible things, each lying in its place on a velvet-covered base. There were four different sizes and he first ordered me to bend over and spread my legs so he could assess my anal opening.

  This he did digitally, that is, with his fingers, delving them in to feel and probe my anus and rectum, an inspection I found nothing but horrible. It was painful, yes, but more than that, it was so damned shameful and the more so because he stood side on to me and while his right hand probed my anus, his left felt and fondled my dangling breasts.

  If this had been a legitimate inspection, it would have been over in seconds. As it was, he was clearly enjoying himself and strung it for five minutes, then ten... I swear he kept it up for at least half an hour, but then, obviously reluctantly, he pulled his fingers out of my backside, wiped them on my belly and buttocks and then chose the Number 2 unit from the case.