Slavery - Full Circle

by Mark Andrews

  The tails themselves were indeed made of silicon and flopped all over the place when he moved it but the part that went into my anus was formed of a much harder rubber and was cone-shaped and quite large. I knew it was going to hurt as the widest part of the cone pushed past my anal sphincter. It did, too, but then it was inside and the narrow neck around which my anus now rested was small enough not to cause more than a little discomfort. I could however really feel the huge cone inside my rectum. It felt as if I had a huge deposit of excreta just busting to get out!

  The silicon tail matched my skin colour perfectly (there were other cases with different coloured tails up on that shelf) and when he turned me round in front of the mirror on the wall of the shed - no doubt put there to shame us even more - I gasped as I beheld the tail, now poking up and out from my bottom and matching my skin perfectly.

  It looked for all the world like a very real part of my body, especially as it had been designed to curve upwards, rather than dangling down as it emerged from my buttocks and thus performed all manner of wonderful gyrations as I walked along.

  It felt awful, though, constantly working at my anal sphincter and it made me walk, trot or gallop in funny little skips as I tried to cope with the strange feel of it.

  But then it was time to harness me to the roller and start me on the week-long toil that was going to so debilitate me and really test my mental and physical resources. It wasn’t really a harness. Just a thumb cuff on the end of short chains whose other ends were welded to the outer ends of the handles.

  Hobbs made me stand in front of the handles, then squat down and grasp them and lift them up whereupon he locked the two cuffs to my thumbs. The handles themselves had rubber covers over their ends that made it possible to grasp them and to pull the dead-weight of the monster.

  Monster it was. I’m not sure how much it actually weighed but it felt like the proverbial ton and it took a huge amount of my strength to even get it moving. But Hobbs now armed himself with a signal whip from a rack on the wall and flicked it through the air a few times, cracking its tip expertly.

  You’ve never heard of a signal whip? It is a version of the well-known bullwhip and was commonly called ‘ol snake’ in the southern states of the USA in slave times where it was used to much avail against lazy slaves.

  It has a quite thick solid handle which then tapers right down to the tip. The handle part is rigid but after about twenty centimetres, it becomes fluid in form. Not loose. If one was to arc its handle slowly, the tail would follow lazily, rather than flop about. When it is applied to the human body, it doesn’t require a powerful stroke: a sideways application allows the tail, which is another couple of metres long, to wrap itself around the body and everywhere it touches it leaves a welt. But the tail itself, or rather its tip, then snaps against the flesh and this part really stings.

  In the hands of an expert it can remove an eye, a testicle or penis; or even an ear or nose. It can open flesh like a knife or simply bruise the muscle... And Hobbs was an expert.

  As he wielded the dreadful thing in the air, demonstrating his skill, I cringed as I stood there, holding the twin handles of the roller and shaking in fear that he was about to demonstrate that oily black monster on me.

  He smiled, but it was an expression of sadistic pleasure at my coming week of horror. “Work hard, slut, and you may avoid my little pet, but I doubt it. I am going to be spending a lot of time out here with you and while I am with you, your collar will be inactive as I prefer ol’ snake... I will be interested to hear which of the two you dislike more.

  “Now, let us get moving. Miss Albrecht is very proud of her lawns and so this punishment is used most often on you lazy or recalcitrant slaves when you err. You are expected to keep up a good pace, girl. Alright, over there to the main back lawn. It will be all day on this one, back and forth endlessly. Water at this end only. Now get going!”

  I had dragged the huge heavy thing over to the rear corner of the very extensive and perfectly immaculate lawn. The finest bowling green wouldn’t stand comparison with it, I knew.

  Now I had to lean forward and start on the eighty-odd hours she had sentenced me to. When she said a week, she meant it, not just five days and the work was to begin at six and end at the same time each night, so that was seven times twelve or eighty-four hours.

  There were to be no breaks in between except that I would be watered - by the simple expedient of being hosed down - on the return journey after each row - as I turned the roller around so it was to be non-stop toil for twelve solid hours and for most of it Hobbs would be there with his horrible whip, or so he had intimated. But even when he wasn’t, it would be the collar and that I truly feared, its shocks near lethal in their pain.

  As I said the roller was forged of gleaming stainless steel and was as smooth as silk so it rolled easily over the ground and the bearings were well oiled, too. But against that was the weight of the thing.

  Naturally, Madeleine and her guests came out to watch me toil. I had been harnessed to it at around eight in the morning and allowing for them to enjoy a leisurely breakfast, it was about 10:30 when they emerged from the back of the house.

  By that time I felt exhausted. I was hot and sweaty and my muscles were shaking with fatigue. I had been going only two and a half hours, but it was non-stop labour and the human body, unless trained hard for it, does not easily adapt to it. Madeleine knew this. If nothing else, as a trained gymnast, she had been taught the limits of human endurance and well knew I was suffering badly, but she was a sadist of the first order and delighted in forcing her slaves to this inhuman toil, right up to the point of true exhaustion, for she enjoined Hobbs to apply his whip diligently to exact the very last shred of effort from those she sentenced to this dreadful punishment.

  And for what? For placing a bobby pin on her dressing table, you will remember.

  The five of them moved up close to Hobbs and me, the butler stepping back to allow them in to observe my sweating, shaking body at close quarters.

  In the throes of the agony of my toil, I had by now forgotten the shameful tail poking out of my rectum but they hadn’t and laughed uproariously at its antics as it jerked around all over the place, rather like that on an exuberant puppy as it frolics around its master. Some of them reached in and gave it a tug, at which I screamed for my anus was still rather sensitive, at which they laughed even louder but then began to discuss my sweating body as if I was a beast of burden, say a donkey.

  “Just look at the slut, Madeleine,” said Elizabeth Upton. “Not working hard enough, I would say. Can’t Hobbs tickle her up a bit more?”

  “Why not,” she replied. “She’s supposed to be a champion gymnast; shouldn’t have worn herself out at this early stage. See to it, Hobbs!”

  Nothing loath, after acknowledging his employer’s order with a nod and a servile “Yes, Ma’am,” he raised the whip and laid it around my upper body so that the tail curled around my upper back and breasts, the tip landing on my right nipple.

  I screamed piteously: “Aaaeeeooowwwaaaggghhheee,” but they just laughed in delight. “Still not responding, Madeleine. How about another?” said the evil sycophantic bitch.

  “Of course. Hobbs?”

  Another stroke and now I really screamed but I also responded, finding the strength from somewhere to attack the roller as if I was as fresh as a daisy. I knew it was the adrenalin brought out by the pain of the whip but Elizabeth merely commented that I had been lazing away and obviously needed the constant stimulation of the whip to keep me going.

  Madeleine knew as well as I did this wasn’t the case but she liked the fawning adulation of her sick cronies and just nodded. She did tell Hobbs to keep me on my toes, however, but then they just fell in beside me, watching my body and its muscles as I sweated over every agonising step, commenting to each other what a slut I was. How I had cheated my emp
loyer and was now paying the price and what a wonderful slave-mistress Madeleine was.

  “You sure know how to punish these criminals, Maddy,” said Joan, admiringly.

  “Oh yes,” she replied. “One has to make sure they suffer, especially in these first few weeks. But I have her for ten years. I will break her totally in that time and when it is up, she will be nothing more than a shell of what she is today.

  “But in the meantime, I will work her to a standstill every day and at the same time delight in her body...”

  Peter Upton then turned to her. “You say she is going to spend her night hanging by her heels in the great hall?”

  “Yes.”

  “That’s a pity. Liz and I were rather hoping to be permitted to play with her in our room one night...”

  “Sorry, Peter. She has to be taught a lesson. But you are welcome to any of the other slaves...”

  “Yes, okay. Thanks Maddy,” he said but he was clearly disappointed and I knew if she had given me to them, it would have been as bad or worse as anything she might do to me, especially as on those occasions, Bjorn and Chandra made sure her sexual pleasures stayed within the bounds of sanity.

  I had a sudden thought. She didn’t want to share me with them! She was serving two aims at the same time. Taming me and denying my body to her friends. I’m not sure what I felt right then. I was too tired to really think straight. Every part of my brain was working to make my muscles do my bidding and so avoid that horrible whip whose welts were now visible all over my body.

  I ached to reach the end of this row for then Hobbs would hose me down and while the jet battered me painfully with its powerful spurt, the cool water was welcome and went a long way to easing the pain of any whiplashes he might have applied since the last hosing. I was also thirsty for I was losing a lot of water through sweat and tried to take in as much as I could each hosing.

  The others saw it only as a demeaning method of watering me, however, and for that I was glad for it meant Hobbs might spend a little more time on it to appease their disgusting sadistic appetites.

  I lasted until 12:30 and then collapsed for real, first going down onto my knees and then flat out on my belly on the soft grass of the lawn. By this time of course Madeleine and her friends had long gone, no doubt to pore over her collections of sadistic magazines, books and DVDs of which she had possibly the most comprehensive collection in the country.

  Hobbs was sadistic but he wasn’t a fool. He recognised that I was genuinely exhausted and bent over me, unlocking the cuffs. “You able to get up, girl?” he asked gruffly.

  I tried but my muscles just wouldn’t work. He bent over me again and then expertly hoisted me up and over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift and stalked into the house, taking me up to Bjorn and Chandra. “Get her cleaned and rested. She can have the afternoon to recover but then she is to be spend the night in the hall.”

  They used every trick in the book as they bathed and massaged me then put me down in our little cupboard where I slept soundly until being woken at six. Hobbs stood over me and behind him were my two slave-companions. “Come on, girl! You did well this morning but you’ve got to spend the night in the hall.”

  I stared up at him. Was this the same man who had leered at me as he brought me to his mistress and who had whipped me unmercifully this morning?

  I glanced at Bjorn and was startled to see a slow wink in his left eye but that was it. I had no idea what it meant. But I had now recovered my strength and my wits and followed the butler down to the great hall where dangled a metre-long bar, secured to a stainless steel wire dangling from the ceiling two storeys above our heads,

  The great hall was in a middle of the front of the huge house and, as I said, reached up to the roof of the first floor. All the corridors of the various wings in the house led from here as did the grand staircase in its centre. This was made of marble with brass trimmings and was a centrepiece of great beauty.

  The wire dangled halfway between its foot and the huge double front doors.

  Hobbs ordered me down onto the marble floor on my back and then proceeded to lock my big toes to two of the tiny cuffs at either end of the gleaming bar. He then operated a button on the controller on his wrist and I was slowly drawn up, my feet spread a metre apart and my buttocks and sexual organs on open show to everyone in that most indecent and shameful of all positions the human body can be placed in - upside down suspension with the legs spread wide open.

  And then I hung all that night, suspended a good five metres above the floor while mistress, guest, servant and slave passed by, all stopping to stare up at me as I hung there in total humiliation, being punished for the heinous crime of misplacing a bobby pin!

  Chapter 4

  It was a dreadful night, firstly from the unnatural position of my body, hanging upside down, but made infinitely worse by the constant to-ing-and-fro-ing of everyone from Madeleine to the lowest scullery-maid-slave, Madeleine and her guests stopping to stare up at me in varying degrees of lust and smugness while the slaves scurried by, sympathy and horror written all over their faces.

  But then, as the house gradually went to sleep and I was left alone in the stygian darkness, it all came home to roost and all I felt was despair - until...

  And then there was this shining light...

  No, it wasn’t from some searchlight shining in the front door, but from within me and I knew Sanjiv and Chandra and Bjorn had come to me, or at least to my mind to give me solace, peace and encouragement. What’s more, it worked! I felt a sort of joy flooding through my whole body, starting with my mind but then moving to my breasts, belly and thighs and then my sex started to tingle as if being excited by a thousand tiny fingers.

  Far from the despair and physical pain I had been feeling to that point, I now felt an overwhelming joy and now hung there thinking over the possibilities for the future.

  Of what was going to happen when Madeleine and her cohort, Peter Nixon, were brought to justice and, I hoped, to slavery themselves; of my return to the university and my law firm, now restored to favour and totally exonerated of my crime; and of then making a life with Joel (if he would have me, of course).

  My mind then wandered dreamily over his fabulous body, his so infectious grin and his clear mind and I wondered what he had been doing prior to being framed. Was he involved with someone? Would he even consider me as a girlfriend? All these thoughts tumbled pell-mell through my mind but they didn’t depress me.

  I realised straight away of course that it was Sanjiv and my two colleagues - I could feel them in the background - and I felt just totally overwhelmed with joy that they had come to my aid.

  And then I felt another presence. And what’s more, I knew who it was. Can you guess? Yes, it was Joel. Sanjiv had been working with him, too, again surreptitiously and while he wasn’t nearly as advanced as the other two, he could connect with them sometimes and now he came across to me, adding to the wondrous feeling of joy which now really filled my cup to overflowing.

  I felt Sanjiv and the other two backing off as Joel had come into our little tête-à-tête and now I felt his love. Yes, truly. Alright, I know it sounds soppy and believe me, I’m not that kind of girl. To that point in my life, I had always been a practical person, taking things as they came and dealing with them as best I could. I had even accepted my two incompetent (and false) lovers for what they were without rancour or bitterness, but now that I felt Joel reaching out to me with his love, I knew it was the real thing and sent my own feelings back to him without any real understanding of what I was doing or even if I was reaching him.

  I was. I knew that almost instantly, for he came back even more strongly and then for the rest of that night, he stayed with me, encouraging me, bolstering my sagging will, enlivening me with thoughts of our happiness in the future.

  It wasn’t a conversation, more’s t
he pity. But the ideas of love and happiness, courage and real encouragement gave me a moral boost that was even greater than I had been getting from Sanjiv and the other two, wonderful and all as that had been. But the most wondrous thing of all was that I now had a sense that he loved me.

  We had of course seen one another at odd times during the three weeks I had been there and I had probably gazed at him with love-stricken eyes (when Madeleine wasn’t around of course) but we hadn’t spoken much and I certainly hadn’t had the opportunity to explore his feelings for me. So far as mine for him were concerned, well I just knew that I loved him and that was that!

  Now, though, notwithstanding the fact he hadn’t actually said anything to me over the hours we had been communicating, I knew in my deepest heart that he did and my heart felt as if it was going to burst in a sense of jubilation that transcended anything I had ever felt before.

  Accordingly, although I didn’t get much sleep that night, when Hobbs came for me at six in the morning, I was alive and almost excited at the day ahead. You are astonished? I can understand that, but remember I had now discovered that I was in love with the most handsome man in the world and he with me! And nothing ... nothing at all could have dampened my spirit at that time.

  Hobbs looked at me in a strange way but he didn’t say anything. Not then, simply feeding me, removing the tail so I could ‘go’ and then replacing it and leading me out to the roller and harnessing me to it as he had before.

  That day, I worked with a will I certainly hadn’t had yesterday and while he walked with me (not behind me as he had yesterday), he didn’t have occasion to use his whip. And then, after about an hour with me working without protest or even wilting under the strain of the heavy roller, he spoke.