The Enslaving of anna

Chapter 14

I had skipped Hanukkah and had no interest in St. Patrick's Day and all that shit, but I couldn't resist Valentine's Day, that scabrous holiday invented by Hallmark for the enlargement of its profits. The Club threw a Valentine's party that cried out for sardonic participation.

The idea for it came to me when I passed a display window in a furniture store. That led me to make the rounds of second hand shops until I found an old-fashioned mattress box-spring, the kind where the steel springs are not sheathed in quilting but exposed like a nasty metal web that cries out, "Don't put your bare body on me or I'll chew it to pieces."

And that, of course, is exactly what I did. I entered an exhibit featuring anna lying naked on her back atop the bare springs, her wrists strapped to the steel cables along both edges. Next I opened her legs to a wide V, strapped her ankles to a spreader and hauled her feet high in the air with ropes through an eye bolt in the ceiling. I set a large pot of water on a single burner heating element beside the box spring, brought it to a boil and dropped in three-hundred-twenty two-inch needles, each one sporting a little plastic flag with the words "i Love my Master" hand-printed on it. anna had spent most of the preceding day creating the little devils along with a very attractive sign now attached with a safety pin to her left calf which identified the display as Master Daniel's Valentine Pincushion, adding, Please help slave anna show her love for her Master . Now she reaped the reward of her labors. As the members and guests filed by she asked every one of them (as required) to scoop out several pins from the boiling water (using a strainer conveniently supplied) and insert them anywhere on her body. Then she thanked each of them for adding to her bristling coat of flags, many of which found their way to her breasts, inner thighs and wide open pussy, but also to more imaginative spots, like her tender feet, her lips, her armpits and even under her toenails. Actually, I was impressed by her fortitude. Despite her ever increasing torment and the tears rolling down her cheeks, she was able to do her duty, asking them to add to her torture and then thanking them, including those who brushed their hands across the forest of needles to make her scream. she really wanted to earn a permanent place in my bed.

she did well, but she still had to pass the test I had planned for the spring.

Logan, Jason and I set the date for a weekend in May at Logan's very private getaway farmstead in Dayton, Maine. It was no longer a functioning farm but the barn was still there and many pieces of equipment were still in usable shape. In addition, Logan had modified certain features of the original farm and added some new equipment for training and playing with his two slaves. News of our plans soon leaked out, however, and before long my old friends Tom Atkins and Peter Arnson were all over us, hoping to be included in the fun. Hell, why not? kristina and pixie, would make nice additions to the sexual mix as well as the down-on-the-farm amusements we were planning. Besides, it had been over a year since I'd had a chance to fuck pixie. she's a hot little thing. Exceptionally beautiful. I could hardly believe it when Pete told me he came close to putting her up for sale. He'd recently returned from Cambodia where he'd attended some underground slave markets and had his eye on some of the exquisite young virgins they were selling for premium prices. But instead of selling Pixie he decided, "If old Jason can keep more than one slave, why can't I?" So he took an option on one of the older girls, a seventeen year old beauty named Pang, and is having her checked for STDs, AIDS and any other medical disqualifiers before closing the deal. By the time she ships, she'll be eighteen, old enough to be brought into the US legally for sex without his having to marry her. Apparently her family is delighted at the price she fetched, a fortune for them, and has promised to make sure the girl understands her slavery contract is for ten years and that she will be absolutely obedient for the entire ten years. In that part of Asia — Cambodia, Thailand, Vietnam, Bengladesh — when girls are sold into the slave market by families and boyfriends, they usually wind up finishing their lives in various hell-hole brothels, beaten into submission by their owners. By comparison, Jason figured, this girl was one lucky slave.

For the long Friday evening trip to the farm, Jason and I teamed up to use his SUV. We stripped anna and julie and sat them back to back on the middle seat hugging their knees. We bound their wrists to their ankles, then used ropes to cinch their doubled up legs tightly so they couldn't straighten them. We ran a leather thong around their necks to hold them head to head. They could barely move without choking each other. Finally we buckled the seat belts around them so we'd be nice and legal. Looking in from the outside through the shaded windows nothing seemed remiss. Unless you noticed their bare breasts. But just in case we were stopped, all the ties had slip knots and I sat in the third row so I could release them in a hurry and throw them blankets if need be. As for being nude, the girls would tell the cop they had taken us up on a dare. As it happened, we got lots of second takes and a few cars hung alongside for quite a while, gawking at the show. But no one called 911. Our slaves, both of them having become shameless exhibitionists, thought the whole thing was quite funny and exciting. For about twenty minutes. Until the discomfort of their tight bondage became grueling.

"You'd better toughen up," I advised them when they began to fuss. "This is the cushiest part of your weekend." That got an eye roll out of julie. anna just sighed and bit her lip.

By prearrangement, we met with the others at an isolated mom-and-pop gas station near the corner of Route 5 and Hollis Road in Maine, about twenty miles from our destination. It was owned by Hal Pelletier, a friend of Logan's who was more than happy to oblige us as we assembled our naked herd of slaves in his tiny store. He had enjoyed fun and games at Logan's place on earlier occasions and was looking forward to joining us there this weekend, especially after he got a load of our toys.

The sun had disappeared behind the trees and the outside light was turning murky by the time we finished pairing the six girls into three teams. Our aim was to match heights as much as possible. mya at five-foot-ten was the tallest, so she was paired with kristina who, at five-seven, came the closest. Next we combined the two smallest girls, pixie and oriana who were five-one and five-three, respectively. That left anna and tatyana at five-four and five-six. We had each pair stand at attention while we sealed their hands to their thighs with duct tape. Then we put them back to back and bound them together by winding the tape around the ankles, knees, thighs (over their hands), elbows (under their breasts), and shoulders (above their breasts). We wound tape over their mouths, binding their heads together and gagging them at the same time. The tape running across their cheeks kept them from being able to turn their heads. In the case of kristina and mya where there was a three inch difference in height, two wrappings were required. The first wrap went over kristina's mouth and around mya's neck; the second over mya's mouth and kristina's eyes. A most unpleasant togetherness for them. Thus bound, none of the pairs was able to move, except for a slight side to side bending. Each girl's body acted as a splint on her partner.

We picked up each pair and carried it like a warm, squirming log out to Logan's pickup truck. We laid them on their sides on the bed of the truck, still gritty from its last load of gravel. The three girl-logs packed in nice and tight.

"Should we throw a tarp over them?" Peter asked.

Logan shook his head. "Nah. Traffic on this road is pretty thin. You guys will be following the truck so no one will get a prolonged look at the cargo. And even if they do, no one'll believe what they're looking at."

So we had a good laugh, closed up the tail gate, and off we went.

 

anna's journal, May 12

For the first time since starting this journal i've had to skip a few days, but i'm not going to apologize. Master knows perfectly well how tied up i was, because He was the one who tied me! It was a really, really hard weekend and i'm still sore in a lot of places, but i think i passed the test, so it was all worth it. Not that i ever have any choice. Or want any. If such suffering on my part gives my Master pleasure, i look on it as an opportunity to prove myself worthy of Him.

The only fun part was the first part of the trip in Master Jason's Dodge Caravan. They had julie and me trussed up and sitting back to back in the middle seat with me on the driver's side. The looks on the faces of the guys who passed us on my side were priceless. You could see their eyes widen as they realized i was naked. i thought a few of them would drive off the road! i'm pretty sure no one could see the ropes that bound us up, but just to make sure, the Masters had ordered us to smile at everyone so they'd know julie and i were not being abducted. Some of the chicks who spotted us smiled back, but most of the women took on a horrified look and quickly turned away. No doubt everyone thought we were just a couple of bimbos screwing around. And no wonder! Master had tied our arms behind us so all we could do was smile and brandish our tits at them.

We had one scare, though. We had just crossed into Maine on I-95 when Master Jason, who was driving, spotted a police cruiser coming up fast behind us. Master Daniel, who sitting in the rear seat, told us what to say if we were stopped. We were to tell the cop we were two couples heading for a romantic weekend in Maine and that the men had dared us to take off our clothes and ride naked. He said He had tied us up with slip knots and could get us out of our bondage in thirty seconds if He needed to. Then he draped a blanket over us. As it turned out, the cop had other fish to fry and whipped right on by us with only a glance.

As uncomfortable as it was to be hogtied like that for a couple of hours, the last leg of the trip was much worse. We waited in the parking lot of a little store until the rest of the group arrived; then they marched all six of us slaves into the store. The owner, a guy named Hal, was obviously in on it because he locked up the place, drew the blinds and wandered around feeling us up as our Masters prepared us. He was short (about my height), probably in his late fifties and pot bellied with graying puffs of hair over his ears and forming a fuzzy arc around an island of scalp populated by a few wispy white hairs. The Masters divided us into pairs, trying to match up our heights. mya was the tallest, of course, and they paired her up with kristina, the next tallest. pixie and oriana were the shortest, which left me paired with tatyana. we were informed that these pairings would be maintained through the weekend and each two-girl team would be pitted against the others in a series of competitions that would be fun for the Masters and would determine which of the slave teams would have a good Sunday and which would not.

They put each pair of women back to back and bound us tightly together with tape so that we couldn't move. They carried us out to a pickup truck and crammed us into the back of it on our sides. tatyana and i were jammed up against the left side. i was facing inward with pixie's forehead mashed up against my mouth, but poor tatyana behind me was pressed up against the metal wall of the truck bed. It was bad enough that the floor we were lying on was a mass of sharp pebbles from whatever had been there before us, but the outside girls also had to put up with having their face and boobs bounced off the rough metal walls. mya got the honors on the other side; i could just see the curly blond top of her head as she struggled to keep her face away from wall. i don't know how many millions of miles we traveled in that damn truck but the road must have been a mess of patchwork and potholes because we bumped and jounced brutally, and it went on and on. When we eventually turned off on to a dirt road, it got much worse! i could hear tatyana behind me groaning and weeping with every jolt as her nose banged against the metal.

But we finally reached the farm. That's when the true ordeal began.

They offloaded us inside a big barn and ripped off the tape. The worst part, of course, was where it was plastered to our hair! Then They handcuffed our wrists behind us and connected each slave to her partner with a chain, about a foot long, clipped to our collars. Another pair of shackles joined us by an ankle, and to ensure our complete bonding as a team, our inside elbows were also tied together.

The first challenge in dealing with it came when some of the girls complained that their bladders were full. The men had been just waiting for that because we hadn't been able to pee during the entire trip. They led us all out to a large metal tub and made all six of us stand together in the tub as we peed, the piss running down our legs and rising around our feet. After we had all relieved ourselves in this humiliating fashion, they led us back into the barn, our feet still reeking of urine, and lined us up facing a wall where six iron collars hung from chains attached to an overhead beam. The collars were closed around our necks, locked in place with bolts and the chains shortened to prevent us from kneeling. There we stood for the next two or three hours while our Masters went away to dine inside the house.

When it was our turn to eat, the collars were unbolted and we were led into what had been a pig sty and lined up in front of the swilling trough. Master Logan was waiting with a bucket filled with something gray and lumpy and disgusting which He slopped into the trough. we were then ordered to kneel, put our faces into it and eat. Because of the collar chains and elbow bindings, each pair of girls had to synchronize their movements. tatyana and i bent down into the trough and took a little of the stuff into our mouths. my gag reflex came on strong, but i shook it off and swallowed. As best i could determine it was chopped tripe mixed with table scraps (probably scraped off the Masters' plates) stirred into a soupy sludge of oatmeal and milk that had gone slightly sour and aged to room temperature. pixie began gagging and shaking her head, refusing to get near it, much less eat it. Peter, her Master, came up behind her and offered her the option of a severe caning in lieu of dinner, giving her a terrible whack on the bottom with a rattan cane to help her decide. she yelped, scrunched her eyes shut and dove in, gagging and crying. i prayed silently that she wouldn't throw up into it and make it even worse for all of us. As it was, even without the addition of vomit, three more of us — tatyana, oriana and kristina — had to be threatened with caning before we managed to lick the trough clean. Of course if i'd known what my next meal would be like, i'd have choked down this one with more enthusiasm.

By the time we'd finished it was quite dark and getting chilly. we were herded back into the barn where all the chains, shackles and ties were removed. we were allowed about fifteen minutes to exercise our limbs and get ready for our next ordeal. The Masters had worked out three artistic S&M displays using their two-girl teams and Hal was to judge them for "artistic merit." The teams would receive one, two or three points for third, second or first place. It was the beginning of that series of competitions we'd been told about in Hal's store.

Master Logan stood tatyana on a box in front of me and strapped her ankles to a spreader bar. Master Daniel positioned me so i was facing her right side and strapped a spreader bar on my ankles, too. Then he put my hands between tatyana's legs palm-to-palm and tied my wrists tightly together. From somewhere behind me a rough hemp rope was threaded between my legs and Master ran it up through a pulley on an overhead beam directly above tatyana and passed the end of it to Master Logan. Looking up i could see that the rope had come from a pulley in the same beam behind me so that i was straddling it. This was not going to be pleasant. When they pulled it taut, as they surely would, it would burn a path right up into my crotch. Which is what happened. Master Logan had tied tatyana's wrists together in front of her and now attached the rope to it. Behind me someone pulled on the other end of the rope hard. Its fibers tore across my cunt making me scream as tatyana's hands were pulled high over her head. The rope was completely taut, stretching her up vertically and pulling up painfully into me. Master logan looped another rope around tatyana's neck and down to my lashed wrists. i was ordered to cup my hands over tatyana's crotch and insert the middle finger of my right hand into her vagina. Then Master Logan pulled the rope up tight so that i couldn't take my hands away from tatyana's pussy. Then came the damn nipple clamps, both to mine and tatyana's, with cords connecting us together. Without warning Master Logan kicked the box out from under tatyana's feet and suddenly she was hanging by her wrists from a rope through my cunt that was almost lifting me off the floor! The pain was incredible! i screamed again and pushed up on her crotch to take some of her weight off the rope. That maneuver caused the cords connecting our nipples to snap taut and we both screamed from the fresh source of pain, but for me it was slightly less painful than the rope digging into my cunt. i don't know what effect my fingernail was having to the inside of tatyana's love canal, but as long as i could hold her up i was spared the worst of the pain. Trouble was, my muscles soon failed me and i had to drop her. That rope literally lifted me off the floor and soon the tears were streaming down my face. After a few more rounds of lifting and dropping my partner i pleaded with Master to make it stop! Instead he stuffed a sock in my mouth and strapped it in.

i lost track of time in the endless agony of my dilemma, but somewhere during the lifts and drops and screams and tears Hal came in, looked us all over and made his decision. The honors went to mya and kristina. i have no idea what their display was like or how much they suffered; i was only cognizant of an immense slam of pain when the clamps were taken off my nipples and swooning into Master's arms when the rope in my cunt went slack.

i guess Master must have pushed my head between my legs because i was kind of standing on my head when i came back to my senses. my tits had recovered from the clamps but my pussy was sore as hell. Next thing i knew, Master had handcuffed me to tatyana again and was pushing us toward one of the old stalls in the barn. Master Logan had rebuilt it into three small cages and tatyana and i were folded into the middle one. It took a bit of doing because it was not really large enough for two human bodies, but our Masters somehow crammed us into it. we could hardly move. "Nighty night," Master said. "Don't let the bedbugs bite."

i wish He wouldn't have said that. The floor of the cage was covered with old hay, which was only marginally better than a bare floor. It itched like crazy! They turned out the lights and we were left in pitch blackness. The other girls were on both sides of us and spent much of the night moaning and sniffling and crying. pixie and oriana had it the worst. Poor pixie threw up her dinner all over herself . When you're packed in like sardines, or twenty circus clowns in a Volkswagon, there's not much you can do in the way of evasive action. The stench must have been horrible for them because what wafted over to tatyana and me was bad enough. As the hours dragged by the temperature dropped significantly. tatyana and i hugged each other for warmth, but we were attacked by swarms of insects, which in the morning we discovered were tiny black flies. Our bodies were on fire with their bites by the time the men came to let us out. The itching was so bad i wanted to tear my skin off. i don't think we slept more than two hours total.

Breakfast was more swill in the trough, this time without the tripe, thank God. pixie managed to get a little of it down, but Peter, her owner, took pity on her and let her sit out breakfast. After we had consumed the slop in the trough and lapped some water out of a bucket, the Masters laid out newspapers on the barn floor for us to defecate on. we had to piss and shit as the men watched, then our partners had to clean our ass with straw. Oh God! i have never been so humiliated! Why has this been so hard for me to accept? My internal waste does not belong to me any more than any other part of my body. It belongs to my owner. If he wants the world to see and smell me poop it out, why should i feel shame? Shame is an arbitrary concept we're taught from childhood. It's a useless emotion for a slave.

After we had emptied our bowels and bladders, we had to scrub each other with a stiff bristled brush (which would have been torturous except for the itchy bug bites) and then be hosed down by the Masters in the frigid morning air.

"These girls are cold," someone said. "Look at them shiver! They need to get some exercise!"

That was the signal to begin the day's horrors.

During it all, i kept reminding myself, "This is how you will earn permission to sleep in Master's bed!" O God, how i wanted to get off the floor and lie next to Him! i would do whatever it took, suffer whatever i had to.

They had removed the neck and wrist restraints after breakfast. Now they fitted each of us with heavy leg irons ("so you won't be able to run away"). More likely it was because they thought it erotic to see us clanking around half hobbled trying to carry out our first task, which was to load up a hay wagon with the stuff they planned to torture us with that day. The wagon was an antique affair with iron-rimmed wooden wheels almost up to my shoulders. To begin with, we had to carry solid cement blocks from a pile in the barn out to the wagon about thirty feet away where the men spread them out evenly on the wagon bed. They had work clothes, gloves and shoes. we were naked and had to pick up the blocks with our bare hands and cradle them in our bare arms against our bare boobs as we walked them over on our bare feet. They probably weighed about thirty-five pounds each. By the time they were all loaded, which took ten or twelve trips, my skin was scraped raw in several places. mya was the least chewed up by that operation because she was strong enough to carry the blocks in the palm of her hands away from her body.

The next things to go into the wagon were three heavy oak sleds, or "sledges" as the Masters referred to them. They looked like big ugly ski-boards — flat, runnerless platforms with an angled front edge. It didn't take a genius to figure out what use they would be put to. Or rather, what use we would be put to. Then came chains and ropes and shackles and a whole bunch of other stuff i didn't want to think about.

When the loading was finished, the Masters removed our leg irons and fitted each team with an iron yoke. Master Daniel had devised them and welded them together in his shop. Each yoke consisted of a bar with wrist shackles on the ends and hoops for our breasts. These were tight hoops and the girls with biggest boobs had them pulled painfully into the hoops by the nipples. The bar was anchored in place by heavy rusty chains that cris-crossed over our shoulders and backs. The three teams of yoked girls were lined up in front of the wagon with mya and kristina out front, tatyana and me in the middle, and pixie and oriana behind us. Leather bridles with snaffle bits (also hand-made by my Master) were strapped on to the heads of the lead team and the long wooden tongue of the wagon was lifted between the two girls of each team and secured to our yokes with chains. Leather traces were run from the ends of the three yokes to what they called a "whiffletree" at the front of the wagon. Two of the Masters and Hal had seated themselves in the wagon with Master Logan in the driver's seat up front. He was holding the four reins from mya's and kristina's bits to steer them. More ominously, He also had a long bull whip and gave us a demonstration of His prowess by cracking it overhead several times. i could see tatyana cringing beside me. she was personally acquainted with that whip.

"He wouldn't actually crack it on us, would He?" i whispered to tatyana.

"Oh yes He would!" she whispered back.

As if on cue, Master Logan bellowed, "All right, we're starting off. I want to see every one of you miserable slaves putting in a one hundred and ten percent effort or you'll feel the kiss of my long tailed friend here. I guarantee it will motivate any slackers among you. Ready? Haw!"

i heard the whip sizzle overhead and saw it snap with a loud report on mya's right shoulder blade. she screamed, lunging into her yoke, her terrified partner hustling to match her! Another crack! tatyana screamed beside me and threw herself against her yoke. i pushed as hard as i could, trying to ignore the pain in my feet from the gravel road. By pushing hard with my wrists against the flat of the shackles i was able to keep the metal breast hoops from ramming too painfully into the soft tissue there. Another crack and someone behind me screamed! The wagon began to roll.

"Move your ass, you lazy sluts!" Master Logan yelled, "or I'll tear your skin off!"

i saw the bull whip snake overhead and snap against kristina's back in front of me. she screamed and i watched an angry red welt rise up in the center of her back as i leaned into the yoke, pushing as hard as i could, hoping my effort would spare me the wrath of the whip. It didn't. The sound of the crack and the explosion of pain were simultaneous! It was like being burned with the pointed flame of a blow torch! i nearly dropped to my knees from the shock of it and i'm sure i screamed like the others, but i kept pushing in a desperate fear that He'd do it again if i faltered. i think He gave all of us a taste of the whip to make sure we all worked equally hard as we pulled the wagon and its heavy load for what seemed like miles. The whip cracked overhead every time one of us stumbled. Behind me, pixie was crying in her terror, afraid that being the smallest and weakest of us she would draw the next strike. But only kristina received another; that was when she stubbed her toes on a rock and fell to her knees momentarily. tatyana, laboring fiercely with eyes to the ground, nearly fell over her. But we managed to keep the wagon rolling and our skin mostly intact from the savage bite of the bull whip.

Our destination turned out to be a clearing at the top of a densely wooded hillside. The teams were disengaged from the wagon and our yokes removed. Then it was back to lugging cement blocks. The Masters had lined up the three sledges side by side at the edge of the road facing a freshly mown meadow. The slaves pulled the blocks off the wagon and piled them on the sledges, ten to each. Now each slave was fitted with a new individual yoke. This version was a heavy wood stock that clamped around our necks and our wrists. Each team was stationed in front of one of the sledges and were hitched to it with big old rusty chains. i looked across the open field in front of us and saw a couple of poles with a ribbon strung between them at the far side. It was pretty obvious what they were going to make us do. i glanced dolefully at tatyana who looked as though she might burst into tears. i couldn't let her wimp out now; my future sleeping arrangements were on the line!

"Come on, girl," i said to her. "we can do this. The others are just as tired as we are, and kristina has a hurt toe. If this is some kind of a race, we're going to win it, you hear?"

she nodded glumly.

"All right," Master Daniel announced. "This next competition will test each team's strength and determination. Keep in mind that the more points your team accumulates, the more pleasant your final day at the farm will be. The fewer points, the more dreadful. And slave anna has an additional reason to excel, don't you, anna."

"Yes, Master," i mumbled.

"So remember, she's the one to beat if you want to avoid extreme suffering tomorrow."

Oh i do love my Master, but why did He have to do that to me?! This was hard enough without siccing everyone on me. Of course, it was no secret at the Club that i yearned to sleep with Master on a regular basis and that doing well this weekend was part of the deal, but did He have to remind them?

But the damage had been done, so i took a deep breath and leaned into the yoke a little to figure out the least punishing position for pulling the sledge. The chain was attached to an eye bolt under the yoke so we could make it push against our shoulders if we leaned forward at a sharp angle. Our hands were nearly useless for pushing because they were trapped in the yoke on the same side as our heads. Pushing our arms hard into the wrist hole would help but it might prove extremely painful.

"Lean way forward when you push," i said to tatyana. "Get your shoulders as far down as you can so the yoke doesn't choke you, and drive with your legs." she nodded and set her jaw, preparing mentally, i guess, for the ordeal ahead. i looked over at mya and kristina on my left and my heart sank. mya all by herself, with her athletic body and muscular legs, was more than a match for tatyana and me. tatyana's long elegant legs were great to look at but not designed for pulling heavy freight. As for me, Master keeps me skinny by starving me, not by sending me to the gym four hours a day like mya. And my legs were still shaking from the wagon pull and loading the heavy cement blocks on to our sledge.

Each team was assigned a Master as a driver. Since Jason had two slaves representing two different teams, they decided none of the drivers should command a team that included His own slave. What they came up with was Master Peter driving mya and kristina on my left, Master Logan driving pixie and oriana on my right and Master Jason as our driver. Masters Tom and Daniel set off with Hal for the finish line to judge the winners in the event of a photo finish. Masters Peter, Jason and Logan took up positions beside their teams with quirts. This was going to hurt in a lot of different ways!

Someone fired a gun at the finish line and a second later Jason's quirt bit into my ass as he yelled "GO!" i got it first because He was standing on my side, but an instant later i heard tatyana yelp as he whipped her as well. i had already done the math in my head and knew that the sledge's load of ten cement blocks probably weighed 350 pounds. That, plus the sledge itself (at least 50), made about 400 pounds of weight, divided by 2 meant that as long as could synchronize our efforts we were each dragging about 200 pounds of dead weight. mya and kristina took off on my left and were quickly beyond any hope of catching up, but little pixie and oriana (who's about as athletic as i am) were lagging behind on our right. To my alarm, however, tatyana was starting to cry.

"you're doing great, tatyana!" i yelled. "Keep . . ."

"Dig in, you lazy sluts!"

my words turned into a scream as Master Jason lashed us with the quirt. And He kept doing it! Now i was crying as hard as tatyana as i drove my bleeding feet into the rocky dirt and rammed my sore shoulders against the hard wood of the yoke and jammed my arms into the wrist holes, trying to make the whipping stop.

After a lifetime of agony i heard Master Jason yell "Whoa!" and dropped to my knees, my body afire with pain, my only rational thought being a desire to lie down and die. i would have collapsed onto my face, but the chain traces held me up. Someone put a Poland Spring Water bottle into my mouth and i gulped greedily at the cool refreshment. If only they would let me lie down! But they didn't.

"Congratulations to mya and kristina," someone announced. they came in first and won themselves three points. anna and tatyana were second for two points and pixie and oriana, I'm afraid, came in a poor third. You'd better do a lot better on the return run, pixie, oriana, if you don't want to spend Sunday in hell."

The return run?!!! Oh God in heaven! i thought, please let me die right now!

They let us rest for five minutes or so before we had to drag the sledges around for the race back.

I begged Master to let me speak.

"Go ahead," He said with what i hoped was a sympathetic smile.

In my desperation i could feel my eyes tearing up. "Please, Sir, tatyana and i are not as strong as mya and kristina. Please give us a chance! Please do something about the weights. Please make it more fair. Please!"

Master nodded and turned to the other Masters to discuss it. If i hadn't been helplessly yoked, i would have jumped up and kissed Him! Glory to God! They decided i was right, that it was unfair to pit mya's professionally developed hard body against us puny house slaves without some sort of handicap. They also noted that little pixie and delicate oriana had little chance of competing if they weren't also given a reasonable break. After much discussion They took one cement block off my sled and two off pixie's and oriana's and put them on mya's and kristina's. Big fucking deal! But it was better than nothing. By my in-head computation mya's sled now weighed about 505 pounds, ours about 365 pounds and pixie and oriana's about 330 pounds.

i tried hard to be optimistic as the Masters made us turn around and lined us up for the race back, but tatyana was in bad shape. she's a very pretty girl, but no athlete.

"Please, tatyana," i begged, "please do your best. They have terrible tortures in store for the losers tomorrow. Whatever pain you suffer now will be better than what they have planned for tomorrow for the losers."

She burst into tears again, but i think she got the message.

The gun went off at the other end of the run.

i ignored the pain from the quirt on my back and bottom and legs. i ignored the pain on my shoulders and on my arms as i shoved them harder and harder into the yoke. i ignored the burning in my legs and the torture of jamming my feet into the sharp stubble and tiny rocks littering the field. i allowed myself only two thoughts: push harder and keep encouraging tatyana who sobbed continuously but (bless her Ukranian heart!) kept doing her best. i never even noticed that mya and kristina had vanished from my peripheral vision. As tatyana and i dragged our sledge over the finish line and collapsed in exhaustion and agony, i was only aware that we were first.

It was a couple of minutes before i recovered enough wits to absorb the news about our competition. kristina had crumbled after only a few yards, unable to continue despite the thrashing Master Peter was giving her with his quirt. As it turned out, she had broken her toe on that rock back when we were towing the wagon. The yokes required leaning down low and driving with your toes, which was so painful for kristina that she fainted. So no matter how strong mya was, it didn't matter. she couldn't drag the sledge and her partner too. As for pixie and oriana, they simply ran out of juice. Even though they had the lightest load to pull and Master Logan had turned their backs and bottoms into a mass of red stripes with his merciless quirt, they were a full minute behind us, weeping as they strained to haul their sled over the finish line.

Master Daniel (my beautiful Doctor!) revived kristina, splintered her toe, put her in some clothes and took her to Maine Medical Center in Portland for x-rays. i wondered what the tight-ass vanilla doctors at the hospital would do if they caught sight of the welts and bruises all over her backside. But i'm sure kristina had concocted a believable load of shit to account for it. she's a riot to take out in public. The only thing she enjoys more than sex and submitting to Master Tom is doing something flagrantly naughty right under somebody's nose while convincing them that she's as innocent as apple pie.

As kristina was being taken to the hospital the rest of us got crammed into little bitty animal carriers — the plastic carrying case type with wire mesh doors — where we had to stay until her return. Three hours in a space so small we had to curl into a tight fetal position, or a tuck like we were in the middle of a dive from the high board! It was excruciating!

When she finally arrived back, her foot taped up with a built-in lift so she could walk on it, they pulled us out of our carrying cases. But we could hardly stand up. Our overstressed leg muscles had tightened up and screamed at us as we tried to unfold them. The Masters chained our necks together and made us walk in a circle and do stretching exercises for twenty minutes to make our bodies functional again.

As we marched around we pleaded to be allowed to pee. we'd been given a lot of water up there in the field during all that hard labor and our bladders were bursting! The men knew that, of course, and had our next torture ready. They brought us bowls filled with oyster crackers and ordered us to pee into the bowls. You can guess what was next! They bound our ankles and knees together, tied our arms behind us and made us lie down on the barn floor. Then they placed the bowls about six feet from our heads and made us snake our way over to them, stick our face in and eat the contents. Any hesitation to do so brought swift encouragement with a cane, and the caning continued until the reluctant slave decided that ingesting cracker crumbs soaked in her own piss was a better alternative. we all managed to swallow it down and keep it down, except pixie, who threw it all up immediately and lay retching on the barn floor for several minutes. i wondered if they'd ever give the poor thing something she could hold down. Actually, it wasn't so bad for me once i got past the mental disgust. Urine doesn't have much taste and recycling my own was far less horrible than being a toilet for others, an experience i definitely don't want to repeat!

Having enjoyed our latest humiliation, the men were eager to move on to the afternoon's entertainment. Once again we were marched to the top of the hill, this time connected to our teammate only by a collar chain, our hands cuffed behind us. When we reached the parked wagon the three teams of slaves were each chained to a wheel of the wagon while the men opened up a box. They came up with a bunch of paintball guns. Master Tom then explained the rules of the new game to us.

"This is to be a hunt. Each team will be released and allowed to attempt an escape. She will be given a sixty second head start before the men come after her. If she makes it to a public road and sits down in the road without being hit by a paintball, she and her teammate will be excused from any further tests for the weekend. If both are captured, however, they will receive five strokes of the singletail for every paintball that hits them. The team with the fewest paintball strikes will receive three points, the next fewest two, and the team with the least paintball hits one point. Again I remind you, the team with the highest cumulative score on Sunday will finish the weekend in luxury. The others will pay dearly for their indolence. So far anna and tatyana are ahead with seven points, mya and kristina are second with six and pixie and oriana are trailing with four points. We'll begin with our leaders."

The chain linking tatyana and me was removed and we were sent running toward the woods with a painful swat on our bottoms with a paddle. Our hands were still cuffed behind us, so running was not exactly graceful. i yelled at tatyana that we had to split up so the "hunters" would have to split as well. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Anyway, we went into the woods in different directions, but all too soon i heard crashing behind me. Someone was catching up to me. Should i try to hide? Since my legs had not recovered from the earlier ordeals, i decided that hiding was my only chance, so i ducked into a thick clump of yews. The crashing behind me ceased immediately, turning into a stealthy crunching of the forest floor advancing directly toward me. What could i do? They obviously knew where i was. My only hope was to . . . A rock ripped through the yews and struck me on the shoulder. I screamed and jumped up! The instant i turned to run, a series of painful hammer blows hit my back. Someone grabbed my hair and threw me to the ground. More hammer blows hit my legs and my neck! Someone picked me up and threw me over His shoulder and i was carried back to the top of the hill. tatyana was already there, being hung by her ankles from the branch of a tree. Soon i was hanging next to her, a pair of hunting trophies waiting to be skinned with a whip.

There we remained while the other two teams were released and hunted down. There we remained until we had received a whipping equivalent to the number of paintball hits on our bodies. This time it was little pixie and oriana who had come in first, dodging paintballs and evading capture for six minutes. No one made it to the road, but mya and kristina had learned from my mistakes and managed to come in second in spite of kristina's sore foot. tatyana and I were now tied with mya and kristina with eight points each, while pixie and oriana were close behind with seven. But it seemed to me they whipped pixie more brutally than they should have. The poor thing was alarmingly pale and probably weak from starvation.

They started to make us run back down the hill toward the barn, but pixie fell and had to be helped to her feet. So we walked the rest of the way with oriana helping her teammate who was having trouble walking in a straight line. They took her into the house where Master Daniel examined her and decided all she needed was some decent food and some sleep. That gave the rest of us a reprieve of several hours to recuperate, more or less. Except that where pixie got to sleep on a real bed, the rest of us got to spend those hours tied up on the floor of the barn. And where she got a real dinner, for us it was back to swill in the pig sty.

But pixie was returned to duty that evening for the final two tests of the day.

First came the water test. A grist mill had once been a part of the working farm, powered by a water wheel that was turned by a waterfall close by the barn. Water tumbled into the buckets, which turned the wheel, the buckets emptying during the ride back up on the opposite side. Master Logan had moved the wheel inside the barn and modified it into a torture device. He set it up over a large tank filled with water that came up almost to the axis. He replaced the buckets with rods over which a submissive's body could be arched face up, as on a rack, and bound down by wrists, breast, belly, thighs and ankles. By rotating the wheel, the victim is plunged under water and can be held there for as long as the wheel operator chooses. It's a fiendishly terrifying experience because you feel like you're about to drown and are helpless to do anything about it. In our case, as an added horrific touch, a black hood was fitted over our heads and tied around our throats. Not only can't you see what's happening, but the wet hood clings to your face and makes it frighteningly difficult to tell whether you're still under water. i've been swimming since i was four and love the water, but i've never known such fear as when they rolled me under the first time. Blind, disoriented, completely immobilized, it was the closest i've ever come to being panicked under water! It was irrational, of course, because Master was right there to revive me if that happened. Still, YOU try it!

Each girl was to be dunked three times. The object was to stay under as long as we could, ten seconds minimum, with fifteen seconds between dunkings. Only the longest time of the three immersions would count toward the team score, but if any girl failed to last ten seconds during any immersion, she would be disqualified (which would NOT excuse her partner from undergoing the ordeal). Prior to each dunking an orange colored stone was placed in our hands . Dropping the stone was the signal to bring us up. The combined time under water for the two members of each team would determine the winners.

Failing to last the minimum ten seconds under water had a second consequence as well, a punishment designed to help us conquer our fears. In addition to disqualification, the girl who dropped the stone too soon would be spun in and out of the tank twenty times and during the upside part of each revolution would be whipped on her breasts, belly and thighs by Masters on both sides of the wheel.

The Masters drew straws to determine who would go first. mya and kristina won the draw. Lucky them.

mya went first and to nearly everyone's amazement, mya turned out to be deathly afraid of water. In spite of the tight straps she was shaking visibly as the wheel began to turn and her body was pulled feet first under the water, her blond hair following her down like the wavy tendrils of a jellyfish. she panicked immediately and dropped her stone. The Masters were so surprised that they went into a huddle and decided that everyone would get a test dunking to get used to the sensation. (You can get used to drowning?!!!) mya didn't want a second chance! i'd never seen her cry before, but now she was in tears, begging them to whip her, cane her, brand her, hang her by her hair, anything! But please not to put her under water again! They ignored her, of course. Her second dunking was just as bad. she dropped the stone the instant her face went under the surface.

The punishment was a worse horror for her, being rotated down under the water twenty times, and in between the dunkings a terrible flogging with two singletail whips as her body rode over the top and down again. Master Daniel watched carefully to make sure she was still breathing each time she came out of the water, but He needn't have bothered. Each time her head emerged upside down from the tank she would sputter, spit out water and beg tearfully not to be dunked again. When they finally stopped the wheel and took her down, she scrambled into a corner and doubled up, hugging herself and weeping silently.

It broke my heart. For the first time it really came home to me that mya is just as vulnerable as any of us. she's so tall and strong and healthy that it's easy to forget she has deep-seated fears and phobias like the rest of us. They had found one and tortured her with it ruthlessly. Using her fear of water, they had reduced her to a terrified little girl.

i took advantage of a pause (the men were making adjustments to the wheel) to go over and squat next to her. i put my arms around her, being careful to avoid touching her badly striped breasts and belly. "you don't swim, do you," i whispered, making it a statement not a question.

"No," she murmured. "i grew up in the Nevada desert. i HATE water!" She wept a little more, then blurted out, "The bastards! i'm so ashamed!"

"Good heavens, why?" i said. "That was a terrible thing they did to you. Anyone would panic. And you're the bravest person i know. Listen, your Master likes to have to have you exercise at the gym. Ask Him to let you take swimming lessons. i absolutely guarantee it won't be anything like you just went through, and within a few weeks you won't be afraid of the water at all. Maybe my Master will let me teach you. Would you be willing to do that?"

she gave me a strange look, like i'd just offered to cut off her foot! Then her eyes softened. she nodded, smiled and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. To my surprise she leaned over and kissed me. i stayed with her, holding her hand as we watched her partner, kristina, being strapped to the wheel.

kristina had been badly shaken by mya's ordeal and was crying out of sheer terror. But she managed to hold on to her stone for twelve seconds under water on her first dunking, fourteen on the second, and seventeen the third time under. Her huge smile as they took her off the wheel showed her tremendous relief at having escaped drowning.

pixie and oriana were next and although they were obviously afraid, they overcame their dread and did remarkably well. pixie's best time was fifty-nine seconds under water. oriana's was fifty-four, a very respectable team total of 113 seconds.

Then it was our turn. tatyana and me.

tatyana was nervous (natually) but seemed to have a twinkle in her eye. she stayed under for sixty-seven seconds before she suddenly flung the stone away and thrashed wildly against her restraints until her head cleared the water. But she calmed herself down during her fifteen seconds in the open air and seemed under control again as the wheel dragged her under the second time. she didn't try to better her mark, only to get comfortably past the ten second minimum. The third time she held on for fifty-three seconds.

Undoubtedly Master Logan had known his tatyana would excel at this test when He devised it, but Master Daniel insists He had not revealed my own background as a member of my high school and college swim teams. i'm sure i shocked everyone but Him when i lasted103 seconds before i had to drop the stone. Actually, i shocked myself! i was in utter terror every second of that black helplessness. But i knew it would be my last real chance to win the only prize that mattered: to be able to share my Master's bed! i pushed the panic away by mentally shouting at myself over and over, "If i drown, Master WILL revive me! What use would i be to Him dead? He WILL revive me! He WON'T let me die! " Then, as i felt the wheel carry me over the top and down towards the water again, i heard tatyana screaming "we've won! we've won!" If i hadn't been concentrating on survival, i would have cried with joy! i did have the presence of mind not to try to outdo myself for those last two dunkings. All i wanted to do was get through the ordeal and preserve the win.

tatyana and i, with 11 total points, had now pulled ahead of the other two teams. pixie and oriana were in second place with 9 and mya and kristina had dropped from first to last place with 8.

At that point i was thinking that having survived the pulling, the hunt, the whipping, the severe bondage and confinement, the piss-soaked food and the most intense fear i had ever experienced, they couldn't possibly think up anything worse. i was so wrong!

But i'm exhausted. i'll have to finish this tomorrow. Tonight i'm crawling into Master's bed and all over his sexy body! i'm going to lick every square inch of it until He cums into my mouth.