The Enslaving of anna

Chapter 15

anna is a sexual wonder! Actually, from any perspective, anna is an astonishing person. I know I should keep her fawning and servile, and she accepts that role when I demand it, but I was so impressed with her performance at Logan's farm that I could have eaten her up. she didn't know it, but I had intended to let her start sharing my bed on a permanent basis no matter what happened because I love what she does to me when I give her the chance. But her own determination to win that prize was something to see! There are times when I'm sorely tempted to marry her. Fortunately, I manage to restrain myself. But O my God! she's magnificent!

Pulling that heavy wagon to the top of that hill with bare feet on a rocky road in an iron yoke could not have been pleasant. Hauling those weighted sledges in a race across that rough field must have been misery. Chowing down a dinner of swill laced with tripe was a masochistic feat. And a night packed into those tiny cages must have been hell. Still she never let up, never used a safe word or asked for a break. Well, there was that one time on the hill when she suggested redistributing the loads on the sledges, but she hadn't asked that we lighten her load, only that we lighten pixie's because otherwise she and oriana didn't stand a chance. And it was true. pixie is a fragile little thing and that swill, plus a nearly sleepless night in that insidious cage had just about done her in.

kristina was pretty gutsy, too. she broke a toe while pulling the wagon up the hill, but she fought off the pain to help win the first sledge pull, even though she had to lean forward into the yoke at a steep angle and push with her toes. Good thing she collapsed on the way back, though, because she was making the break much worse. I volunteered, as the only physician in the group, to take her to the Maine Medical Center. But I really did it because I knew the medical personnel there would spot the bruises and welts from the activities of the last two days and ask questions. kristina would have to put on one of her shows and I wouldn't miss it for the world! And that's exactly what happened. The x-ray technician frowned at the rope burns and whip marks, but before he could say a word kristina locked those big gray eyes on him and spun an elaborate tale of how she had got tangled in some ropes, tumbled down a hill and would have wound up with a mass of broken bones if I hadn't caught her just before she plunged off a ledge. It was absurdly melodramatic, but she told it so convincingly that I couldn't help but bask in the technician's praise for my heroism.

The paintball hunt was fun. anna wasn't very fast or devious, so Tom was able to catch her easily and pelt her with most of his ammo at the closest allowed distance, eight feet. But even at that range those things really hurt! tatyana was a good runner, but with her hands cuffed behind her she was no match for Peter. Both she and anna were hanging from a tree in short order. It took me a lot longer to catch mya and wrestle her into a position where I could get a rope around her ankles. And it was a long hike back carrying her trussed-up one-hundred-forty-five pounds over my shoulder. Surprisingly, pixie proved to be the most elusive. Jason fired all six of his paintballs and hit her only once. Even that was disallowed because he was too close (we each hunted with a referee to keep us honest). He actually caught her three times, but she kept squirming out of his grasp and slipping away before he could tie off the ankle rope to secure the official capture. pixie was having a great time! she knew Peter had wasted all his paintballs, which meant she had escaped a whipping; it was just a matter of delaying the tie down long enough to ensure a win for her team. As it turned out, both she and her teammate, oriana, had the longest evasion times and easily won the three points. Thanks to my own bumbling, mya and kristina came in next for the two points. anna and tatyana, having been captured first, had to settle for the single point.

It was an inspiring sight when we finally had all six of the quarry hanging by their ankles. We let them languish there for a while as we tapped a keg of draught beer and regaled ourselves with stories of the hunt. When we were sufficiently refreshed, we took our trophies down one at a time in the order they'd been captured, strung them up again by the wrists where the others could watch and doled out their sentences: five lashes for every legitimate paintball hit on their bodies. Not only did anna and tatyana, as the first to be captured, have to settle for the lowest score, they had also sustained the most hits and now had to endure the longest whippings. anna ground her teeth and took all twenty-five of her lashes with hardly a whimper, her pain betrayed only by the tears streaming down her face.

Before heading back to the farmhouse, we took a sex break. The rule was: nobody could fuck his own slave. I put my bid in right away for little pixie. Peter had finally tired of coloring her hair red and blue and green and orange and various weird combinations; it was back to its natural lustrous black as a striking frame for her brilliant blue eyes. I had her suck on me for a while so I could lose myself in those fantastic eyes glimpsing up at me through her jet black eyelashes as she got me nice and hard. Then I laid her on her back in the grass and entered her, pumping wildly, still locked into the blue depths of her eyes, her legs locked around me fiercely as I came. What a sweet little piece she is! If that ass Jason decides to sell her after all, I'll buy her!

The least painful test of the weekend was also the most hellish. Logan and I had devised a water torture that was truly diabolical. We took an old water wheel that once ran a grist mill on the property and set it up in the barn over a large tank so that nearly half of it was under water. We took off the buckets and screwed slats across the rim about six inches apart so it was like a rolling picket fence. The girls were tied down to it, rolled under water and held there. To make the experience even more frightening for them we decided to add a heavy black hood which made it harder for them to tell when they were out of the water and it was safe to inhale. The test was to see how long they could remain under water before signaling us (by dropping a stone) to bring them up. Obviously a dunking plank would have been easier to construct, but the wheel made for a far more terrifying experience. Just being strapped to it made them pee themselves! It was well worth the effort.

Naturally, I had equipment nearby just in case, and I'm sure that somewhere in the back of their minds the girls realized we wouldn't actually let them drown. But such theoretical comfort is soon quenched by sheer terror when they're under water, in the dark and helpless.

It was a bit of a conspiracy, too. Logan knew that anna had been a strong competitor on both her high school and college swim teams, and I knew that tatyana had been a lifeguard back home in Ukraine. In short, we rigged the odds to help anna win her berth in my bed. Even so, both women admitted later that it was a fearful ordeal and the closest they had ever come to stark, mindless panic. Still, it was that win, plus kristina's broken toe, that put them in the lead. With a score of 11 points, they were two points ahead of pixie and oriana and three ahead of mya and kristina. A second place finish in the final event ( two more points) would clinch their victory with a total score of 13. On the other hand, if they only came in third (one point), pixie and oriana could tie or beat them.

We had already put our females through grueling tests of obedience, speed, strength and fear. They had now reached what they would discover to be the cruelest torment yet. It would be a test of pure pain. Not just the ordinary pain of a whipping or caning, but the excruciating torture of pig prods and electrical stims on and in the most sensitive parts of their bodies. And it wouldn't be just a matter of enduring it; they would actually have to ask for it, over and over again.

We worked out the procedures for the torture sessions with little trouble — exactly what we would do to them and how to mix just the right amount of uniformity for a fair competition with variety for our own amusement. We also agreed that the slaves should not go in teams but be taken in random order from an isolated location where they could not determine how well or poorly their teammates or the competition had done. The stickiest argument was over whether or not they should be told in advance the order of their "executions" so as to maximize the psychological component of their ordeal. Truth be known, there is no pat answer to that because everybody's different. For some, ignorance of the order would be comforting because it leaves hope for a longer reprieve. For others, not knowing who will be taken next would be a torture in itself. To settle the matter I weighed in as the resident professional psychologist and pronounced that announcing the order in which they would be taken to their fate would be far more stressful. After all, I reasoned, the worst part of a condemned prisoner's punishment is knowing the exact moment his life will end. However, I also stressed that they should do it in such a way that the girls would know that the order of their suffering was truly random.

At this point, when everything was finally set to go, if I had been tempted to bet on any of our three teams of slaves, I probably would have put my money on mya and kristina. That's because I happen to know that mya is a real pain slut and loves to be pushed beyond her limits. she can take more pain without flinching than any other slave I've ever run across. But in this case, she and kristina would only be trying to avoid a last place finish. How much serious pain would they be willing to endure just to get out of a little extended misery tomorrow? The pixie-oriana team was also a question mark. I've seen oriana absorb an impressive amount of punishment, but pixie is a frail little thing and had collapsed the day before because of a weak stomach. she's brave, though. I'll give her that. she fought through her panic on the water wheel surprisingly well. So looking at things from anna's point of view, it was a tough situation to predict. If she wanted the win, she and tatyana would simply have to bear down and suffer more than they ever dreamed they could. I don't know what kind of punishment Logan meted out to tatyana, but I had only rately used anything as brutal as a pig prod on anna. I had occasionally invaginated her with electrical stims, but never at the voltage levels the men had planned for this test. I doubted she had any idea of the torment she had in store.

 

anna's journal: May 13

What a lovely night, last night! i love my Master Daniel so much i can hardly stand it! How i love to be there for Him in the evening when He comes through the door. Waiting there on my knees, eyes down, holding out the martini and the whip. Ever since the weekend He's been giving me the sweetest kiss on my hand as He takes the whip. i fantasize that one day He'll take off his tie and use it to bind up my hands right there in the vestibule. He'll whip me a little to make me cry, then push me to the floor and take me right then and there! Oh God! i'm getting wet!

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i just asked Master's permission to masturbate, but He won't let me. Says He wants me to save myself for later. Says He's going to spank me for asking, then fuck my brains out! But i have to wait. Ahhhhhh! This is almost as bad as that last test Saturday night! No. No it isn't. i take that back. It's not even close.

They gave us twenty minutes or so after the water torture to put our makeup back on and get as presentable as our various bruises would allow, then led us all into the library of the house where all six dining room chairs had been lined up. They tied us to the chairs and strapped ball gags in our mouths so we couldn't talk. Masters Peter and Jason went up to tatyana at the end of the line to my right with a tube of red lipstick and a bowl containing some playing cards. Master Jason held the bowl and they both made a big show of stirring up the cards inside the bowl. Then Master Jason held it up where they couldn't see into it while Master Peter reached in and pulled out a card. He showed it to us: the deuce of hearts. He wrote the number "2" on tatyana's breast. They went down the row like that, pulling out a card and writing the corresponding number on the girl. i got 4..

After we had all been numbered, Master Tom stepped up and explained the rules of the test. We would be taken to the barn one at a time in the order of our numbers and restrained in such a way that our female and anal areas would be totally available. For the men's entertainment the specific position would be different for each of us, but the effect would be the same. We would be fitted with copper stims in our rectum and vagina and metal clamps on our nipples. These would all be wired to an electrical control panel. In addition there would be a pig prod which could be used anywhere on our bodies. He flourished a deck of cards and said each card represented one of the electrical devices. They would be shuffled and turned over one at a time to determine which device would be activated. The odd cards, 3, 5, 7 and 9, would mean a jolt in our ass. The even cards, 2, 4, 6, 8, would deliver it to our cunts. Tens and Jacks earned us a zap in the nipples. Queens and Kings brought on the pig prod. The Aces offered a kind of reward; they would use a vibrator on our clits for two minutes or until we came. Master Peter said we would have thirty seconds after each shock to ask for another one, and if we failed to ask in time, our turn would be over. Our score would consist of the number of shocks we asked for, even when we drew an Ace. He asked if we all understood. Six anxious looking heads nodded.

He went over to oriana whose breast was adorned with the number "1" and tapped her on the head.

"You're first," He said.

They untied her and they led her out.

We were left unattended to think about what was to come. The room was totally quiet except for our breathing and the occasional groan as someone tried to shift a little in her chair. There was no clock. We were frozen in a tableau of timelessness and fear, unable to speak or move. i don't know about the others but i'd had a little experience with electrical play and with the pig prod in Master's dungeon. It was bad! The pain was worse than anything i had ever imagined! Even worse than when i was a little girl and my friend Timmy accidentally hit me with his bat and i ran home screaming, holding my broken arm with my other hand.

i tried not to think about it, but how could i not? Especially when, every now and then, we could hear a terrible scream, faint as though it were reaching us from a far distance. But we knew where it was coming from. The barn was a good hundred yards from the house, yet neither the distance, nor the intervening rush of the night wind, nor the thick walls of the two buildings could insulate us from the terrifying evidence of oriana's ordeal.

i have no idea how long it was before Hal and Master Tom came for number two. That was tatyana. Listening to her screams was even more nerve-racking because i realized she was stretching out her suffering entirely for my benefit. she knew how much winning this test meant to me.

mya was third.

Then they came for me.

i walked through a chilling drizzle with Master Tom in front of me and Master Logan behind me. There was no restraint at all, as if to emphasize the fact that i was doing this voluntarily, that i could beg off at any time. Inside the barn i could see oriana, tatyana and mya bound up in tough hog-ties against a wall, their mouths stuffed with rags, no doubt to keep them from giving away the score so far. i envied them. For them the worst was over. mya's body was glistening with sweat and her eyes bore into me with an intense message i couldn't read. The faces of all three had been decorated with tracks of mascara flushed from their eyes in a flood of tears.

i was handed a deck of cards and told to shuffle it. i tried to appear cool but my hands trembled so that i dropped the deck. Then i thought, what the hell! i may as well let Them see my fear, be the scared little girl i felt like, play the pity card.

If that strategy worked, you can't prove it by me!

Hal and three of the Masters went to work preparing me. They strapped leather cuffs to my wrists and ankles, connected them with ropes from four widely spaced pulleys and pulled me up off the floor stretched into an X. A small padded table, like a telephone stand, was centered under the small of my back to make my body more horizontal, then the ropes were pulled taut again. i could twist a little and lift myself off the table by arching my back, but otherwise i wasn't going anywhere. Master Daniel appeared at my side and applied fierce clamps to my nipples. There were wires trailing from the clamps running to an electrical panel covered with dials, meters and switches. It was about the size of a suitcase and was set up on another small table. As i fought off the growing ache in my nipples, i felt fingers spread my labia and cold, slippery metal being shoved into my vagina. Then my ass cheeks were forced apart and another metal object slid into my anus. A long leather thong threaded through loops at the base of the two stims was cinched up tightly through my crotch and around my waist like a vulgar string bikini to hold the electrodes in place. i could see more wires snaking from between my legs over to the electric panel.

Master Logan came up next to me and repeated the rules that Master Tom had outlined in the library, only this time, with the electrical torture apparatus in place, the words took on a new level of terror.

"As you were told, this test involves pure pain. But it will continue only as long as you want it to because you must ask for each application of electrical current. The strength and duration of the current in each location of your body where it will be applied have been carefully calibrated by Dr. Fortune to deliver maximum pain without causing permanent physical harm or endangering your heart."

He pointed to a large black clock on the wall which i could see between my widely splayed legs. Only it wasn't a regular clock. It had a single white sweep hand and white dots around the perimeter with large glowing numbers that counted them off by fives, ending at the top with 30.

"After each shock you will have until the second hand is straight up on thirty to ask for another. you will say, 'Again, please.' If you fail to ask for it in time, your turn will end and your score will consist of the number of times you had the courage to ask for another. Where the pain is applied will be determined by the deck of card you just shuffled. Even numbers to your pussy, odd numbers to your ass, tens and Jacks to your nipples. The King and Queen will call for the pig prod to various parts of your body in the order listed on this paper." He dangled a sheet of paper in front of my face, but i was in no condition to read it. "The Ace will grant you a time out during which a vibrator will be applied to your clit. The time out will end in two minutes or when you cum, whichever happens first. Then you must ask again. As each card is turned over I will call out what it is and show it to the other Masters so everyone is satisfied that the test is fair. And since your tears may make it difficult for you to see the clock, I will also count down the seconds for you after each application. The clock will start with the first one. Are you ready to begin?"

How dearly i would have loved to say no. But i swallowed hard and said, "Yes, Master."

He placed the deck of cards on the table next to the control board and pulled off the top card with a flourish, flashing it around for all the Masters to see. "Seven!"

i held my breath and tensed up to receive the pain, but i don't think it helped. Fiery teeth bit into my ass and held on and on and on as my whole body contracted, trying to become a ball, pulling so frantically on the nearly lateral restraints that my back was no longer touching the little table under me! i heard strange noises escaping my throat but i was powerless to exhale or inhale! Suddenly i felt the current stop and the pain began to fade. i flopped limply back onto the table panting.

"Thirty seconds. Twenty-five. . ."

Oh God! He was counting down. i had to ask for another one! Oh please NO! i couldn't! My body begged me to stop! i had to concentrate.

"Fifteen. Ten. Are you going to quit now? Five."

"Again, please!" i heard myself say.

He slipped another card off the top of the deck. "Jack."

A pair of savage jaws bit deeply into my nipples! Again my body strained with every ounce of my strength against the ropes, raising me off the table, turning my hands and feet turning purple, my mouth locked open in a long wail of anguish. And again it was suddenly over, the pain in my breasts subsiding to an ache. Again i was limp, panting, perspiration dripping off my face, running down my arms and legs, pooling between my breasts. Two nightmarish episodes of pain, and now i had to ask for another. God help me!

"Twenty seconds. Fifteen. Ten . . ." The voice calling me back to hell. And i knew i had to go.

"Five seconds."

"Again, please!"

He pulled a third card. "Five."

my ass burst into flames again, and when the fire finally went out i was sobbing, choking on my tears, wilted in my restraints, my strength nearly gone. And i couldn't stop! The white hand was approaching the 30 again. God have mercy on me!

"Again, please." It was barely a whisper, but they heard it.

"Six."

A knife tore into my vagina and twisted about in my womb as i cried and strained and twisted in mid-air until it miraculously evaporated within me, dropping my body back on the little table. i could no longer feel my feet and hands, only the receding pain. my mind had split in two. One part of me chanted please, Master, love me so i can go on! and the other part shouted NO! NO! NO! It was so hard to say it! i sobbed more than spoke, "Again, please."

i couldn't open my eyes, but his voice condemned me from the darkness.

"Nine."

Another explosion of incredible pain in my anus that went on endlessly, spreading through my belly and up my legs! Followed by another brief hiatus and another terrible decision. Had the others managed to endure this long? Did it matter? Did anything matter except getting it to stop? But i had made the decision back in that chair as the first three suffered this same ordeal. i will not stop. i will not stop. i will NOT stop!

"Five seconds."

"Again, please."

"Queen of Hearts!"

A longer pause this time. Maybe two seconds. What was the Queen? i couldn't remember. Suddenly a blow torch hit my thigh and i screamed maniacally as the most intense pain i had ever known shot up my leg, through my body and into my head! my entire being was white hot torment! The pig prod! What was left of my rational mind begged God for the mercy of death! But God had no pity, death wouldn't come! Only the searing, maddening, endless pain! i almost failed to notice when it had stopped. A distant droning voice niggled at my senses.

"Ten seconds. Five. Four. Three. Two. . ."

A tiny voice responding, helpless to escape the insanity. "Again, please."

"Three."

Hell is forever. It went on and on and on. Jack... Ten... another Queen! Eight... Three... King! This time the agony enveloped me so completely i couldn't swim out. The unbearable torment yielded to the numbing embrace of darkness, the pain flowing away with the scream, the dream of life swirling down, down into the peace of oblivion.

my re-entry into the world was sweet and sorrowful. The pain was gone. My master was holding my head up and supporting my body as others released the cuffs on my wrists and ankles. It took me some moments to remember where i was and why. Master tried to stand me on my feet but my legs didn't have the strength to hold me up, so he carried me over to where the others languished in their bonds. They were staring at me, but their gags kept them silent. tatyana nodded. What did that mean? Was she commiserating with me? Had i failed? i couldn't remember how many times i had asked for more punishment. It was all a blur of pain. i started to ask my Master how well i had done, if i had disgraced Him or won my way into His bed. But He gently stuffed a piece of cloth into my mouth and secured it with a leather strap. He said nothing, but He was smiling at me and He kissed my upper and then my lower lip, above and below the gag, making my heart swell with hope! He put me into a tight hogtie, folding and binding me into a ball with my legs bent calf to thigh, my breasts crushed against the top of my thighs, my wrists and elbows tied together behind me. The multitude of bindings made it impossible to move anything but my head. But He tipped me over on my side so i could watch the final two girls suffer their own ordeals.

kristina was brought in as i had been, sandwiched between two Masters. i'm sure my face must have registered as much fear as hers, but it was heartbreaking to watch her trying to be brave. After she shuffled the cards, They spreadeagled her face-down on a rectangle of metal pipes, tying her wrists and ankles to the corners. A pipe across the middle supported her midsection as the frame was raised about four feet off the floor. Master Daniel attached the same clips to her nipples that had lately pinched mine, while Master Tom inserted the stims in her cunt and ass. With a shiver i listened to Master Logan recite the same explanation of the rules of the test and could barely make out kristina's frightened approval to start.

The first card was a seven. kristina screamed and raised herself off the rectangular frame as the current burned into her ass. How well i remembered the pain she was feeling! The next card was a King. Master Peter brought the pig prod in contact with her bottom and this time her scream was terrifying! i couldn't watch. i bit my lip as my own tears began to flow again. In my mind i begged her to give it up, but she was able to rally at the last second to ask for a third round. Incredibly, she drew another King! she wailed "NO!" a moment before the prod touched the back of her thigh and the word instantly melded into a scream so piercing that pixie, alone now in the library, could not have missed it. kristina could not go on. Hysterical and sobbing, she missed the 30-second mark and was spared further torture.

Little pixie was their last victim. They pulled her arms overhead until she was standing on tiptoe. Then they tied a rope to her left ankle and pulled her leg out and up, exposing her for easy insertion of the vaginal and rectal stims. she was pale with fear as Master Logan repeated the rules and asked for her permission to begin. i couldn't imagine that this delicate creature would last more than one or two rounds of the terrible pain she was about to experience.

How wrong i was! she danced and screamed and cried through seven cards, including two pig prods, before she fainted and hung unconscious in her restraints. Master Peter, her Owner, took her down as lovingly as my Owner had with me. i could only hope that my performance had lasted as long as hers and made me as worthy to my Beloved.