The Briars Club

Chapter 3

“Slave zero six one five nine, Miss.” Amy said after she had assumed the presentation position. Her legs shoulder width apart, back straight, breasts thrust out, finger laced behind her head and elbows back.

“You’re late” the woman holding the note-board at the entrance of operations remarked dryly. She was a superior slave, an Overseer, a pensioner given authority over the younger slaves, but still a slave. As attested to by the dried semen streaks on the inside of her thighs and the three raised welts on her bottom.  Her collar was an inch wide black suede like leather with a sliver rimmed black mediation with a silver long stemmed rose embossed in the center; a ring at the bottom. Her wrist and ankle cuffs were made of the same soft leather material. She wore a corset made of reinforced white satin trimmed with black lace and laced on the sides with red cord. The top of the corset didn’t cover the breasts but lifted and presented them. Her shoes where stiletto high heels but the heel was more modest height, about three and a half or four inches and a pump style, with open toes, the ankle cuffs were a part of the shoe. She looked to be in her early to mid forties, but still in extremely good shape. This woman was tall and straight, the healthy black hair on her head had only a little gray in it, as did her public hair. Her skin was clear, and showed only fine wrinkles. Amy only hoped she looked as well in twenty years.

“Yes, Miss.” Amy affirmed. She used the title of respect that all junior slaves were to use when addressing attendants and overseers.

“Yes, very late indeed, my girl. But all things in their proper order. Go see the coordinator.”

This woman was one of the supervisors. The Slaves were divided into three grades: Superior, Trained, and Probationary, with each grade sub-divided. The ‘Superior’ were slaves that had been with the club more than ten years, were trusted, and were given authority over other slaves. They did what their titles suggested supervised and coordinated the activist of all the slaves. The ‘Overseer’ that greeted Amy was ‘Superior grade 2,’ as were all overseers. The ‘Escort’ and slaves like her lead slaves and groups of slaves from venue to venue. Slaves wither ‘trained’ or ‘probationary’ never went from place to place once they entered the grounds, they were always lead on leashes or in coffles.

Amy scurried to the next post, the Coordinator or Madame or Ma’am as she was addressed looked up as she approached. She was a short grandmotherly type, a little plump, with perfectly combed and styled white hair; even her pubic hair was white. She had strength and an iron will in her and it showed in her demeanor. She was dressed in the corset and heels that were the standard uniform of the slave supervisors. It very much the same as the woman at the door except hers was a golden satin with black lace trim and black laces at the sides, rose and rim of the black onyx medallion at her throat was gold rather than silver.

Once again Amy came to the presentation position and gave her name, at least it was her name here at the ‘Club,’ “Slave zero six one nine five, reporting for work assignment.”

The coordinator looked up from her papers and the computer screen; she fixed Amy with a steely gaze and said, “You’re late!”

“Yes ma’am, I am late, and I am ready to accept punishment for my actions.”

“Good. You’re going to be punished, and harshly I might add. I had to shuffle assignments around and I’ve made sure you get the worst of it. Now let’s see what you’ve done since you were here last. We’ll make this an accounting of your sins.”

“Too start with, you, a slave, entered the club with shoes on, that’s 10 demerits and a punishment stroke (This was automatic, it didn’t matter what the slave did, they would always get 10 demerits and a punishment stroke just for showing up. If the slave took off thier shoes before entering then there was a punishment for not being fully dressed at the door).

“Now on to what you should have done correctly. You did NOT hold attention for the required minimum time twice, that’s 10 demerits and another punishment stroke each. Your eleven items of clothing give you a stripping time of one minute and 50 seconds, it took you two minutes. 10 demerits and a punishment stroke.”

“In inspection you put shit on the inspectors’ finger, and your cunt stank. 25 demerits for the shit, 20 demerits for the stink and two jolts.”

“Total 85 demerits, four punishment strokes and two jolts. So far, slut.”

“Now let’s review the time since you left us a week ago last Tuesday, at two a.m. You were 8 minutes late getting to the gym, and Eric reported that you were dogging-it during workout. He gave you three punishment strokes, 18 demerits for the tardy and another 20 demerits for being displeasing. 38 demerits on Tuesday, and after a late night, the night before, it was understandable but inexcusable.”

“Very good from then until last Wednesday, since then you’ve had a meltdown,” The coordinator muttered as she scrolled through the files. “Wednesday morning you were eleven minutes late to the gym and Eric reports that you were ‘very lackadaisical’ during your work out. He gave you five punishment strokes. That’s 21 for the tardy and 40 more for your lethargic work out, 61 total for Wednesday last.”

“Thursday you failed to make “speed and distance’ on the treadmill by seven percent, and you were late to the salon by 16 minutes. Lateness is becoming a quite a habit with you isn’t it? Let us triple all late demerits from Tuesday before last until further notice. That will make the two tardies to gym 54 and 63 respectively, late to the salon, 78.”

“And, finally we arrive at today’s little fiasco. Do you have an acceptable excuse, any thing to say in your defense?” the coordinator fixed Amy with a stern stair. “Well, Girl, what do you have to say for yourself?”

“I’m sorry, Ma’am. I have no excuse,” Amy hoped that she was being humble enough. “I deserve any punishment that you see fit to give me. I’ll try to learn from it.”

“No, you don’t have an excuse and you’d better learn from it! You were thirty three minutes late reporting for duty, and your punishments are going to make you even later getting down to work. Because of this I am extending your shift from thirty-six hours to fifty-eight, only 24hrs of this will count towards you monthly shift quota. While you’re here this weekend you will endure three punishment sessions.”

“Now to the demerits. You get 100 demerits for reporting late for shift, 10 demerits for each 5 minutes or part there of, 70, plus the accrual late time in minutes, 36. That totals up to….206 times three, 618. That’s 618 plus 74, plus 103, plus 78, equals 840. You my girl have racked up 840 demerits in the last two weeks! That must be some kind of a record. Those demerits added to your balance of 325 puts you over the magic one thousand. As you go about your duties this weekend I want you to know that your status will be under review by the governing committee. I want you to ponder the fact that because you have exceeded the 1000 demerit limit in just under half of the year, so you must suffer ten, two hour punishment secessions before your annual service commitment in twenty-eight weeks, think about how you’re going to do all that. Also the immediate punishment for your lateness is one punishment stroke and two more jolts.”

“Let’s take care of the immediate penalties first. You know what’s to be done, so take your place over there, and be sharp about it, slut” she said as she pointed to a device to the right of the stand. “You two use the wooden rulers, take positions, let’s get this done quickly.” The wooden rulers were thin strips of wood about ¼ inch thick and two inches wide by 18 inches or so long. They stung like the devil when applied to the out stretched palm or upturned sole. To Amy as she struggled to get herself into position, “You’ve gotten yourself 5 punishment strokes and five electric shocks” 

As soon as she had been instructed Amy went to the punishment stand, taking the keys from the coordinator, unlocked and removed the stiletto heels and started to fix herself in, another slave girl helped her with those attachments she either could not reach or couldn’t work the latches. The punishment stand was a low platform about 18 inches above the floor. The top surface where her knees would go was pebbled to add to her discomfort. Two vertical bars rose from the bottom, the back bar had two horizontal bars attached. The lowest of these bars adjusted from about 24 to 30inches wide and at the ends were half rounds for her ankles to go in with straps to fix them in place. This would mean that her ankles would be 6 or so inches above the top surface of the platform, her weight resting on her knees which in turn would be pressing down on the pebbled surface. Amy knelt down and put her ankles in place; the other slave helpfully strapped her ankles down and slipped the rings on her big toes and the toe next to it. These rings were attached to a mechanism that pulled her foot tight and hyper-extended her toes, making the soles of her feet a tight target for the rulers.

While this was being done, Amy took the clamp at cunt level hanging from the front bar and attached it to her clit, just the tip, the clamp had small teeth in the top and bottom of the jaws, and was attached to a weight that pulled at her clit, the clamp was a clover-leaf type that tightened as it was pulled.

Once her clitoris was clamped, she placed similar clamps on each nipple these pulled her breasts out over a narrow base. A tubular bar fit down on the tops of her breasts, once this bar was in place Amy tightened it down until her tits ballooned out. She knew that it had to be tight and with her eyes watering she gave the mechanism another half turn just to be sure it was tight enough. She then delivered her hands to the slave girl ‘helping’ her.

Amy’s wrists were attached to the rear horizontal bar just above the level of her shoulders, her arms extended and her torso held forward by the breast press and clit clamp. A leather covered bar held her hand flat and a series of rings placed hyper-extended her fingers leaving her palm open, flat and tight a perfect target for the wooden ruler.

Amy was ready to receive her punishment.

“Ok Girls let’s begin. At my command,” The Coordinator barked, “NOW!”

Whap, the slave on her right hit her right hand with the wooden slat. Whap! The slave to her left hit her left hand. Whap! Amy’s right sole was on fire from the bite of the flat wooden paddle. Whap! The wood connected with the bottom of her left foot.

Amy’s voice was strong as she pronounced the required statement, “One ma’am, thank you ma’am, four more to go. May I please receive the first shock now?”

“Where?” Asked Madame conversional,

“Please may I first be shocked on my left nipple?” Amy voice was strong as she asked for her torture to continue.

The Supervisor unclipped Amy’s left nipple from the clamp pulling it out, away from her chest and placed a ring around Amy’s left breast, at its base and tightened it up, pressing four electrodes against her flesh. The supervisor then placed an electrode against the about to be tortured nipple and looking into Amy’s bright green eyes, pushed the button activating the device. Three sharp electric cracks sounded followed by a low, soft anguished groan.

Amy forced her self to maintain eye-contact with Madame; if she closed her eyes or looked away she would get it again. “A” shock was really one shock every 5/10th of a second starting with the first burst of electricity. The electricity entered the tip of her nipple and traveled to the ground contacts at the base of her breasts. This hurt like hell, her whole breast tingled for several minutes afterwards and her nipple would be erect and sensitive for hours. She maintained eye contact somehow, but barely stifled the scream which came out as a groan.

“Good.” Madame pronounced, removing the electric device and returning Amy’s breast to its former bondage. As soon as everyone was back in position she sternly said, “NOW.”

Whap! Whap! Amy’s hands were lit on fire again. Whap! Whap! The same treatment given with the same results for the soles of her feet.

Amy’s voice was shaking now as she pronounced the required statement again, “Two Ma’am, thank you ma’am, Three more to go. May I please receive the second shock now?”

Where?” Asked Madame sounding a little board,

“Please, may I now be shocked on my right nipple in order to make them match?” Amy voice was definitely shacking as she asked for more torture.

Once more Coordinator unclipped Amy’s nipple this time the right was removed from the clamp and the ring was again placed around Amy’s other breast, pressing the electrodes against her tit flesh. The Coordinator then placed an electrode against Amy’s about to be abused nipple and looked into Amy’s eyes, she smiled as once more the button was pushed activating the device. Yet again the electric cracks sounded, accompanied by three soft grunts groan, each hardly audible.

Amy once again succeeded in keeping eye-contact with Madame and didn’t scream

Good.” Madame said and as soon as everyone and everything was once again in position she said, “NOW.”

Yet again the awful blows with the wooden paddles rained down on her flesh and again the fires on Amy’s feet and hands erupted, hotter than before. Yet again the tortured voice struggled to stay steady as she repeated her mantra, “Three ma’am, thank you ma’am, two more to go. May I please receive the third shock now?”

Where?” Asked Madame shortly.

“Please, may I receive this shock on my naughty little clitty?” Amy struggled to control the sobs quaking in her voice.

This required little preparation, Madame simply touched the electrode to the cable connected to the clamp on Amy’s clitoris, eye contact was made and the button was pushed. Three electric cracks and the platform shook as Amy strained to keep control.

She gurgled and then panted. Then seemed to straighten her self in her bonds and shook her head slightly.

“Good,” the coordinator said, then commanded, “Now.”

The two slaves repeated the four strokes with enthusiasm but great regret, having had their own turns in this punishment platform.

Four ‘whaps’ and four soft grunts followed by: “Four ma’am, thank you ma’am, one more to go. May I please receive the fourth shock now?”

“Where?” Asked Madame, anticipating this answer in particular.

“Please, may I be shocked in my shitty, sloppy asshole; this should tighten me up a little?” Amy manages to get out between the sobs chocking voice.

The Coordinator advanced on Amy’s bound form, holding a red butt plug in her hand the greatest circumference and the narrow part just above the base were a copper color, three wires extended from the base of the plug.

“Open her up girls,” the Coordinator instructed the two slaves, who were beating Amy. They each grabbed a ass cheek and prized Amy’s ass open. “Ok, bitch bare down,” this was directed to Amy. The butt plug was pushed into Amy’s asshole and after it was fully seated  the Coordinator came around to the front and established eye contact. This time when the button was depressed Amy issued a hissing, “EheeeeeeeeEheeeeeeeeEheeeee.” Her eyes went wide and then she went limp, sagging in her bounds. She kept eye contact, but only just.

“Good!” the Coordinator pronounced, and then roughly pulled the plug from the grip of Amy’s clinched anal sphincter. From behind her Amy heard, “Now,” and then felt the stinging, burning, slap of the wooden slats as they landed on her defenseless palms and soles.

“Five ma’am, thank you ma’am, for taking the time from your duties to correct this useless whore slave. I will try to benefit from this punishment and correct my behavior. May I please receive the fifth and final shock now?”

Where?” Asked Madame, this final one was always the most fun. She got to administer it far too seldom for her taste.

“Please, may I be shock in my dirty, sloppy cunthole, shocked right on my cervix?” Amy chocked out in between sobs.

Alright you girls get her out of this and over to the reverse stocks, keep her nipples clamped. Be quick about it.

The two girls that had tortured Amy under the supervision to the Madame removed all of the restraints from Amy, helped her to stand and lead her over to the stocks. Once there Amy was turned around and her feet were locked into the cuffs and the base of the stocks, then taking her wrists and placing their hands on Amy’s shoulders they bent her back and brought Amy’s hands up over her head and then down to the back of the base of the stocks. Amy had been bent over backwards the slave on her right began to pump on a foot peddle, raising a padded brace that pushed Amy’s hips up tightening her arms and legs. The other slave moved Amy’s ankles apart, making her crotch more accessible.

Amy was in a haze of pain, her hands throbbed with every beat of her heart, and the pain of walking over to this new horror was excruciating. It had almost been a relief to be bent back and pushed up into this new position, except that she knew what was coming.

The coordinator approached pushing a cart, when she was positioned between Amy’s trembling thighs she picked up an apparatus and showed it to Amy. It was a tube about twelve or fifteen inches long and an inch and a half in circumference, along each side was a silver strip about a quarter inch wide, it ended a half inch before the end of the tube. The end of the tube was flattened and had a number of tiny metallic studs on the surface, a silver protuberance 15 or 20mm thick stuck out a third of and inch. On each side extending forward and out were two half circles.

The coordinator worked the base of the thing and the half circles moved forward and wider then closed and pulled back. After doing this a few times she said to Amy, “the center probe will be inserted into the your cervix, the two clamps grab the outer surface of your cervix and pull it tight against the surface, all the silver, shiny bits are electrodes. It has a camera lens so I can position the thing right. You want to watch.” The last statement was not a question.

Amy watched from her inverted position as the tube pressed against her pussy lips parted them and slide up her vagina. Her cervix looked like a pink donut with an impossiblely small hole, the probe slide uncomfortably into the center hole, and the screen went black as the extensions grabbed her cervix and pulled in tight. “There,” the coordinator said with a note of satisfaction, “and I’m sure the side electrode is on your G-spot. You going to have one hell of a ride, girlie-girl.” She fiddled with Amy’s pussy lips and a painful pinch and pull followed, then clamps were attached to her belly-button and one on each thigh. The coordinator squatted down looking into Amy’s eyes, winked, showed her the button. You can scream if you can,” she said and quite deliberately pressed the button.

Amy’s world exploded into white hot pain, pain like she had never experienced before. Her widely spread legs tried to kick out her abdominals tried to pull her up into a ball and the cramps, my god the cramp was like every period she ever had all at once. HHHHuuuuuuggggh. And then again…..HHHHuuuuuuggggh. And then one last time. HHHHuuuuuuggggh!

The lights dancing before Amy’s eyes slowly dimmed and stopped. She started to breath again great heaving gasps. Then for a few shallow breaths she simply hung backwards draped over the padded brace.

The Coordinator slapped Amy’s cheeks lightly, and said, “Wake-up, whore, Time to get to works.” Then to the two slaves cowering a few feet away, “Get her off this thing clean her up and get her ready to work and be quike about it.”

Then again to Amy the said, “Are we going to have any more problems with lateness from you, slut?

“No, Ma’am, I’ll never be late again, never.” Amy Assured the Coordinator.

“We’ll see.” Came the short retort. “Now, get going your behind time and the day ends with a punishment. The longer it takes you to get there the later you’ll be and the less sleep you get.

The two slaves helped her to an anti-room where she washed her face and neck with cold water, and took a drink or two of water. Amy brushed her hair out and fixed her make-up, put her shoes back on and sat slumped in a chair for as long as she dared. Then painfully stood on her throubing feet, straightened her back and limped back out to the coordinators desk. “Ma’am?” she announced her presence, and waited for her to look up.

“Punishment, swift and sure! 20 hits with a ruler and 15 shocks. You’ll not forget that soon I’m sure.”

“No Ma’am I won’t.”

“You were going to clean one of the dormitories tonight then be assigned to serve in one of the restaurants, but your assignment has been changed.” The coordinator didn’t look up from her monitor and key board. “Your assignment now is to clean the slave kennel, then the first floor lavatories. After you’ve finished that you will report to punishment chamber 1A for a ‘two hour punishment’. Tonight, you’ll sleep in the kennels on the bottom row. Tomorrow at ten a.m. you will participate in an ‘introduction ceremony,’ you’ll be the ‘fig and cane’ girl. After that your jewel will be changed to red. For the rest of the day you’ll be at the Pump Room as a server. At ten o’clock tomorrow night you’ll get another ‘punishment,’ in the Medieval Torture Chamber. You will sleep in the stocks there. Someone will bring you here Sunday morning. You’ll get the assignments for the rest of your stay then, and a ruling about that ‘1000 demerit’ thing”

“You,” Madame called to the escort waiting by the door. Take this one to the kennels they’re waiting for her.”