The Gallery

Julia was almost glad of the multitude of straps as the van lurched its way through the London traffic. For the first time in hours she was able to relax, just hang there, letting the straps take the strain. She thought over the implications of the conversation in the office; could they really do this? Could she just disappear from her old life? How long would it be before someone missed her? How hard would they search? However she didn’t get very far with these thoughts before the van came to a halt and the rear doors were opened.

Two women got in, each dressed as a French maid but, as they got closer, Julia found that their uniforms continued the theme from the gallery and the black dresses were made of latex, not cloth. In complete silence they unfastened Julia and, taking an arm each, led her out of the van. Even if Julia had not been outnumbered she still wouldn’t have contemplated escape. Her ankles were still hobbled and the dildo, on the end of its pole, was still deep inside her. Even with the two maids helping it was hard enough to walk, let alone run.

She was led through the garage and on, via a service entrance, into the house it serviced. The corridors were plain and functional although the standard of the fittings hinted of opulence elsewhere. At the end of the passage she was led into a largish room where she was met by a heavy set matronly woman. There was a torrent of some foreign language, Julia guessed Spanish, and the two maids started to remove her hood, her mitts, her nipple clamps, and, thank heavens, the pole with its dildo. Julia felt oddly empty; she seemed to have got used to the dildo inside her and almost missed its presence.

The two maids took an arm each and held Julia still as the matronly woman came over and examined her, coarsely, roughly, her stubby fingers probing into each and every orifice. As the matron’s fingers probed inside her vagina Julia couldn’t help but squirm until a harsh slap across the face told her to stand still. Then there was another torrent of Spanish and, still firmly held between the two maids Julia was led away.

But before they reached the door a figure appeared in the coming the other way.  “One moment.  What do we have here?” The voice was female, languid, almost sleepy and had a strange lilt to it that Julia couldn't place.  The maids stopped short and the figure advanced revealing an exotic beauty; at least some part black but with a European nose and almond eyes that had a slant that suggested south-east Asian genes.  Her glossy black hair was tied back and she wore loose fitting black, silk trousers and a crop top in the same material.  Large gold hooped rings hung from her ears and a red gem nestled in her bellybutton.  She glided up to Julia and even in her Cuban heels the top of her head only reached Julia's chin, but there was no doubt where the power lay.

“Where did this one come from, Martha?”  The beauty looked Julia up and down appraisingly.

“My Mistress got her from the gallery, Mistress.” the stout woman replied.  Martha's English was heavily accented and hard to follow.

“One of Angie's then.  Your Mistress certainly has good taste.”  The woman started to explore Julia's body.  Not the rough manhandling that she had just been given; a much more tender experience, but still purposeful.  Julia's thighs were felt and squeezed, as were her buttocks and breasts.  Her flanks were explored and her belly.  Julia couldn't help responding to this deliberate manipulation.  Her nipples hardened and she felt a familiar heat between her legs.  Her face was taken between two small caramel hands and those almond eyes gazed at her.  A hand slipped between her legs and a knowing little smile creased those beautiful lips.

“The paperwork.” The woman snapped at Martha.  Martha scowled and reluctantly handed over some pages.  The woman read and a thoughtful look came over her face.  “So only on loan for a week.  No marking or permanent damage. Not sold yet, are you my lovely?  Maybe I will put in a rival offer.  I am Persephone.  Welcome to my home.”

As she was still wearing the gag Julia could hardly vocalise an answer but the sheer force of Persephone's personality demanded a response and, almost instinctively, she gave as much of a curtsey as she could whilst still held by the maids.

"Sweet thing." Persephone smiled up at Julia. “Sweet thing indeed." She turned to the maids. "Clean and feed her; make her comfortable." She waved a hand in dismissal and pushed past them into the room.

The maids led Julia to a washroom, its acres of white tiling sparking under the bright lights. Apart from the usual basin and toilet there was a freestanding shower with, Julia was not surprised to see, manacles that hung from the ceiling. First she was offered the toilet and, once she had refused it, without any further ceremony she was led over, her wrists attached to the manacles next to the showerhead and the water turned on. The maids were nothing if not thorough; starting at the top they shampooed and rinsed, scrubbed and sponged until there was not one inch of Julia that wasn’t spotless. They even removed the gag and brushed her teeth.

Once she was dry she was fitted with a steel collar and her wrists were cuffed together. Then a short length of chain was fitted so that her wrists had maybe two feet of slack from her neck. Then she was led to a room where the only furniture was a low bunk and a table bolted to the floor. On the table lay a bowl of some sort of brown mush and a spoon. Next to that was a sealed cup with a fitted straw.

“No mess.” Said one of the maids in a strong accent and with that they left, closing the door behind them.

Julia was ravenous and, even though the brown mush was nearly tasteless and the cup contained only water she devoured them both as fast as her manacled hands would allow. Then, with nothing else to do, she curled up on the bunk and waited. Who would come for her? The countess? Persephone? No one?

Thoughts whirled round Julia's head but she couldn't resolve any of them.  Finally she drifted off into a fitful sleep.

“... washed and fed her?”  The annoyance in the Countess' voice woke her. 

“It seemed reasonable.” Persephone's reply was smooth.  “Angie is known to stress her exhibits and this one is on loan and in my care.”  There was no irritation or defiance in that lilting voice just a cool statement of fact.  The door was thrown open and the light snapped on.  The thin sheet sheet covering Julia's nakedness was pulled away and a sting of fire lanced across her belly. 

“Get up you lazy slut!” A second line ripped across her breasts and Julia saw the Countess standing over her with a cane ready to swing again.  Instinctively she rolled into a ball and the fire was hard and fierce on her buttocks.  “When your Mistress enters you show her respect.  Move yourself!”  Julia rolled out of the bed but not before the cane had put another line on her behind. 

“Remember no permanent damage.” Persephone was as cool as before but as Julia glanced up she saw a quick frown cross the exotic woman's face. 

“True, but the main reason why I was so long was I managed to negotiate a little with our artist and am allowed a little freedom so long as I provide a helping hand with her next masterpiece.  Martha's services will be required.  Wake her will you.”

Persephone's expression showed just what she thought about being ordered about in her own house, but by the time the Countess had turned to face her her look was bland and she shrugged and sauntered to the door where she spoke to someone just outside.

“On all fours and kiss my boots!  Don't you know anything?” more fire crossed Julia's thighs and she hurriedly complied. 

“I rather think she doesn't” Persephone sauntered back.  “A new little one, aren't you?” Persephone's soft shoe lifted Julia's chin and those almond eyes looked down at her.

The Countess snorted.  “Well she better learn quickly.  Now move!”  A whack on the buttocks started Julia forward and she crawled after the other women along a bare corridor and down some stairs.  Looking up she saw she was in some sort of basement with various pieces of equipment dotted around it.  Most were made of steel tubing with leather upholstered sections.  Leather straps were everywhere.  Martha stood somewhat grumpily near one device and a maid was close by as well.

The Countess cane guided Julia to the device near Martha which seemed to be a set of parallel bars with cuffs along it supported about waist height with a complex set of gears at each end.  Her collar and cuffs were removed and she was soon bound to the bars at arms and legs in a doggy position with her thighs a good distance apart.  Martha barked something in Spanish and the maid moved round and pulled Julia's buttocks apart.  Something warm was applied between her cheeks and then there was a ripping sound and the most agonising pain that Julia had felt so far seared her behind.  Martha appeared in front of her holding a wax strip with hairs embedded in it.  She smiled “All rest go too.” she announced.

She meant it too.  The next half hour was agony for Julia as every hair except that on her head was carefully removed.  Her pussy and arse felt raw and her arms, legs and even her back and belly stung.  Not content with the waxing, Martha went over Julia's body with tweezers pulling out every stray hair that she could find.  Meanwhile the maid had pulled her hair into a tight topknot at the crown of her head before going to fetch a large bucket containing a black liquid that she began to stir with a stick.  More Spanish from Martha and once more Julia's buttocks were pulled apart.  Sometime cool and sticky was brushed between them and over her arsehole.  Julia tried to look round and saw a wet sponge brush and smelt a faint smell of ammonia. 

“Liquid latex.” Persephone smiled.  These were the first words that she had spoken since they had all entered.  The painting continued slowly covering Julia's body but leaving her waxed pussy and breasts free.  Once they had painted up to her neck the countess moved round in front of her. 

“You will behave?” Julia nodded without hesitation having felt that cane enough times.

“Open.” She opened her mouth and a rubber mouthpiece was pushed into her mouth.  Short and wide it held her mouth open and Julia found that it was ridged with a space for her teeth to grip it.  Nose plugs were fitted blocking her nose and then earplugs were pushed into her ears and sound became muffled.

They slowly painted over her neck face and ears and Julia found the mouthpiece was soon glued to her lips.  They even painted round her eyes and her eyelids.  Finally she was removed from the bars but the painting went on with a second and then a third coat over her body.  She looked at her fingers and saw that they was fused together with sticky rubber and looked just like manikin's hands.  She had a dreadful foreboding to where this was leading.

At last she was strapped on her back to one of the leather clad benches with her head hanging over the end.  She couldn't move or see was what going on but felt something at the back of her neck and then her head and hair was being bathed.  It was soothing for a while and then there was some pulling on her hair but she was tired and finally drifted of to sleep.

Julia woke to a slap on her belly.  “Get up slut!”   She knew that voice although it sounded muffled through the ear plugs, and was quickly on her feet.  As she stood her head felt strange and she lifted her hand to her hair.  It seemed a tangle. 

“Come over here and view the new exhibit.” The Countess couldn't be denied and Julia moved to stand in front of a full-length mirror.  She was shocked at what she saw.  Before her was a woman completely covered in shining latex.  Her mouth was stretched open in an 'O' and only her pussy and breasts were exposed ... and her hair.  Julia's long, straight, hazel coloured hair was no more.  In its place were tight ringlets of blonde.  Not just any blonde but that just off-white bleached colour that can never be natural.  She lifted one rubber formed hand to it in despair.

“Stay still!” The Countess’s voice lashed out, as harsh as any whip. “This is what you are now; a doll, a plaything, my plaything, and you do not do anything, anything at all without my direct order.”

As if to make her point the Countess moved Julia into a number of poses, each one more uncomfortable, more contorted than the last. In mute fascination Julia watched herself, or rather the doll she had become, in the various mirrors dotted around. There was a strange dislocation. The latex had been applied sufficiently thickly to disguise her features and that, along with the blonde hair, made the figure in the mirror unrecognisable; she knew it was her but, somehow it wasn’t; she had become an ‘it’. The strong contrast between the shiny black of the latex and the flesh tones of her exposed breasts and crotch added to the depersonalisation; the latex had smoothed out the features of the rest of her body such that her nipples, her sex, were the only parts that were real. Somehow this deeply affected her; the vision in the mirror was disturbingly erotic and she couldn’t suppress a shudder.

“I said stand still.” The Countess reinforced her words with a blow from the cane across her buttocks. “Now, follow me.”

The Countess led Julia to a lift which whisked them up to the main living area of the house. Here there was a stark contrast with the basement; there was opulence everywhere; no money had been spared on the finest decorations. Julia was led to a corner.

“Kneel.” The Countess ordered. “Not like that; knees apart, wider, you’re on display, you’re always on display. Now, lift up your breasts, offer them.”

Julia spread her knees and, using the formless shapes that her latex covered hands had become, cupped the underside of her breasts, lifting them up. The Countess gave a curt nod, went over to sit on a sofa and rang a bell. Moments later one of the maids appeared.

In the maid's hands were a leather waist clincher with D rings at the side.  A couple of cuffs with short chains seemed to be attached to the D rings.  The maid also held a pair of ankle length ballet boots like the ones that Julia had seen on the exhibits in the gallery.  At a gesture from the Countess the maid crossed to Julia's side and set to work.  The clincher was put round her waist and buckles pulled as tight as they would go forcing Julia to take shallow breaths.  The cuff went just above her elbows, the short chains giving very little movement and pulling her upper arms to her sides.  Finally the boots were laced on and Julia was ordered to stand.  She almost fell and the restricted arm movement meant that balance was difficult, and the pain ... the pain in her toes was dreadful.

“Come here!” The Countess would take no nonsense and Julia staggered towards her.  “Walk properly you lazy slut.”  The cane came down hard across Julia's exposed breasts.  The next two hours were ones of pain, misery and humiliation for Julia as she was forced to walk confidently in those dreadful boots or suffer constant canings of her breasts, buttocks and pussy.  Finally the Countess seemed satisfied and she went on to teach Julia how to serve her ... the proper ways to enter the room, present her Mistress with whatever was being offered and retire.  Standing and kneeling in those boots was another thing for Julia to manage and her feet and toes were in constant pain.  Finally the Countess grew bored and dismissed Julia to the Kitchens.

If Julia expected some relief then she was in for a disappointment.  If anything Martha was more of a tyrant, finding fault with all that Julia did and pinching her breasts or nipples and slapping her for her mistakes.  Eventually Martha snapped and shouted at her in a torrent of Spanish.  After she had calmed down a little she pointed at the kitchen floor.  “Kneel” Julia knew there was nothing she could do but obey.

Martha walked towards Julia and lifted her short maids dress.  Julia was faced with a very hairy and damp crotch.  “Suck clit” A hand pushed Julia's head into the groin but for a moment she didn't understand what was expected of her.  “Suck clit, now” Martha was getting angry again now.  Julia got the idea and after a little manoeuvring managed to get the mouthpiece over the woman's clit.  Sticking out her tongue to it's full extent Julia could easily reach Martha's bud.  “Lick, lick!” Martha's words were insistent and Julia got her tongue to work, playing it over the engorged clit.  Martha's breathing became heavy and she called out instructions in Spanish which Julia did her best to try to understand.  She seemed to do the right thing as Martha was obviously getting close to orgasm.

“Well, Well, what do with have here?” Persephone's voice was the same cool control.  Julia was pushed back and landed on a heap on the floor.  She looked up to see Persephone lounging in the kitchen doorway.  “When the cat's away the little mice will play.  Is that right Martha?” 

“Yes Mistress.  I mean No Mistress.” Martha stammered. 

“I won't tell the Countess ... for now.  I will have to think of something ... suitable for you.” Persephone almost purred. 

“Yes Mistress.  Thank you Mistress.”

Persephone dismissed Martha with a wave and then gestured Julia to her feet.  Julia stood unsteadily and after a little circling motion from the Mistress in the doorway turned slowly round to be inspected.  “Mmmmmmm ... You have to give the Countess credit for one thing.  She does know how to wrap a package most delightfully.  Persephone advanced into the room and although in the ballet heels Julia towered over the little woman her presences was commanding.  She walked around Julia, inspecting her, fingers playing on all the sensitive places.  Coming to stand in front of Julia, Persephone inserted a finger into Julia's wet pussy.  “And you are enjoying the experience as well it seems.”  She gave a little tug with her finger.  “But now delicious thing, it is time for you to leave.  Come along.”

Persephone turned and walked out without looking back and Julia struggled to follow.  Outside a maid was waiting who took her by the arm and lead her into the back of the same black van that had brought her.  The straps were fastened tightly, the doors slammed and the vehicle began to move.

Once back at the gallery she was unfastened and led out of the van and through to the workshops at the back of the gallery. There she found Angie and the curator waiting for her. They turned as she entered.

“What!” Screamed Angie. “What part of undamaged does that stupid bitch not understand?”

“You did agree…” The curator started.

“I agreed that she could use suitable training methods. Those were my words, suitable training methods.” Angie had calmed down a bit but she was still very angry. “How could that possibly mean turning her into this… this… monstrosity. I wanted her delicacy, her vulnerability, not some bleach blonde Barbie doll.”

“But we’ve got to fill that alcove.” The curator protested.

But Angie wasn’t listening; her anger had turned to curiosity and she was circling Julia with a glint in her eye.

“Do you know, I think I can see it. I think I can make this work. We’ve got a while before opening, haven’t we?” She said. “This hair, it’s got to go. Get me some clippers and some liquid latex. With a bit of care we can sort this out.”

An assistant rushed off to fetch the clippers and Julia was forced to her knees as her head was first clipped and then shaven. Then the liquid latex was applied completely covering her. At the same time rubber disks were placed over her eyes and sealed in place with a generous layer of latex. Julia could no longer see what was happening but, despite the muffling, she could hear Angie’s enthusiasm as she worked away.

“She is the embodiment of the feminine spirit.” Angie gushed. “A spirit that is locked away, hidden in the modern world. Only her sex is free but even that will be violated.”

When Angie was finally satisfied and the latex was sufficiently dry Julia was helped to her feet and led away. It wasn’t long before she was led up a short slope and put on her hands and knees. Some form of strapping was fastened holding her elbows to her knees and then drawn out, pulling them apart. Her hands and feet were free but she was as trapped as if they were bound. Fingers probed at her vagina, easing the lips apart and Angie’s voice declared her ‘ready’. Then she felt something hard, hard and cold, pushing at the lips of her vagina. She tried to move away from it but she had very limited movement and eventually she was forced to relax back and accept the dildo deep, deep inside her.

“Do you see?” Angie’s voice came through the muffling of the hood. “She struggles to escape but still she is violated. Switch it on, please.”

She felt the thrum of an electric motor and at first the dildo retracted a bit, not much, maybe half an inch, before the motion was reversed and it was pushed back, starting a slow and steady cycle. All in all the movement wasn’t much, a couple of inches at most, and it wasn’t fast either, taking maybe two or three seconds per cycle but it was insistent and with each thrust Julia had to pull herself as far forward as the bonds would allow.

“Do you see, as the viewers approach their presence activates the exhibit. They are no longer just viewing the exhibit, they become the rapists by proxy.” Angie explained. She stepped back and the movements stopped.

The next few hours were a misery for Julia.  She was no longer wet and even the small movement of the dildo began to rub.  She had tried to move with the thing but that only helped a little.  Without sight and with her hearing muffled she could tell little of her surroundings although she could tell that the gallery had started to fill up. Every time someone approached the dildo would start to move again. She sensed people around and from time to time she was prodded and poked and her nipples were pinched.  But worse was the turmoil in her head.  Her lovely hair ... first bleached out of all recognition and then totally removed.  In fact she was hairless all over.  Then she had been punished relentlessly all day.  How, how had she got into this situation?  There was no arousal in it now ... only pain of varying sorts.

Finally she felt the viewers leave and before long she was untied and guided by strong hands on each arm.  She stumbled along in the ballet boots and could tell by the change in the sound that they were moving down corridors.  They entered a room and she was guided to what felt like a chair and her arms were strapped down.  Her legs were raised, spread and placed in what felt like stirrups and were also strapped down.  The nose plugs were removed from her nostrils and something antiseptic smelling was pushed into each of them before being removed.  Her head was held and two cold prongs were inserted into her nose.  'Crack.' Julia felt as much as heard the sound and pain erupted in her nose.  She tried to scream and move her head but it was held firmly as her nose was played with.  Then her earlobes were held and she felt earrings put into her piercings there.  Her head was let go and when she moved it she heard a faint jingling.

Julia's right nipple felt cool as something was wiped over it and realizing that it was also about to be pierced she tried to struggle but the bonds were too firm.  The pain was almost overwhelming and whatever was pushed through the piercing was heavy even in her reclined position.  The second nipple followed and Julia was weeping again into her blindfold and then to her horror she felt her labia being felt.  She screamed and struggled again but was helpless.  Her screams grew louder as first one and then the other of her outer lips were pierced.  Exhausted she collapsed and must have passed out as the next thing she knew was being helped to her feet.

“That'll do.” Angie's voice was very near and then a hand pressed down on her chest just above her breasts.  “Ship her back to the Countess.”  Julia was lead stumbling back to the van, all the time being accompanied by the soft jingle.  The ride was pain and weariness and she hardly noticed it nor the trip though the garage and into the house.

“That bitch! What has she done?”  The outrage in the Countess’s voice snapped Julia back to the present. “Get it out of here, now!  I don't want that monstrosity now.”  The Countess was screaming and Julia felt hands on her arms leading her away. 

“No, Stop!” There was cold steel in Persephone's voice.  Footsteps sounded on the floor and something was tugged from Julia's chest.  Persephone spoke, close now, “Take her to the living quarters and start getting her cleaned up.  I will be along in a moment.” Louder, “Countess, a word please ...” The hands pulled and Julia was lead away as Persephone started to calm down the countess.

More stairs and corridors and then the hands stopped her.  She felt the buckles on the waist clincher released along with the elbow cuffs and she breathed out in relief.  The mouthpiece was worked from her mouth where the latex had started to fray, as were the earplugs, and then slowly the patches over her eyes were removed and Julia found she was looking into a mirror.  She stared in astonishment.  She was covered head to toe in black latex and she had rings in her ears, her nose, her nipples and her labia.  From each ring hung little bells.

The door banged and Persephone stormed in obviously furious. “This was attached to you ... a message ... and a joke, but not a very funny one.”  She held up a yellow square, a post it note.  On it was written in black capitals 'WITH BELLS ON ...’ Persephone took a deep breath trying hard to calm herself.  “You have been used as a pawn in a battle between two proud women and that is unacceptable.”  She watched grimly for a while as the maids removed the ballet boots and started to peel away the latex.  One of the maids gestured to the nipple rings and Persephone thought before shaking her head.  She pulled the maid aside and gave a rapid set of instructions.  “... and use the Jasmine oil.” were her final words before she turned and left the room.

The maids completed removing all the latex and also removed the bells.  They left the rings in – all except the nipple rings which they replaced with smaller ones.  One maid left the room while the other carefully inspected each new piercing and wiped them clean with antiseptic.  When the other returned, Julia was led, now naked for the first time in a while, down a bare corridor and into a bathroom where a bath was filled with steaming, scented water and bubbles.  Julia relaxed into it while the maids washed her thoroughly, removing the last traces of the latex.  After that they left her alone for a while to soak away the aches of the day.

She must have drifted off as the water was cooling when the maids returned to dry her.  Soft towels were carefully applied.  They then rubbed a sweet smelling lotion into her skin.  Julia suspected that this treatment was normal reserved for their Mistress.  After she was dry, she looked at herself in the mirror.  The change from two days ago was stark.  She was hairless except for eyebrows and eyelashes and she had rings in every conceivable place.  Most of the welts had gone from the soak and her skin was a pleasant pink.  She was led back down the corridor to the bedroom she had spent the previous night.  There was still one place where she was still sore and she walked gingerly.  One maid, an older one, noticed and when Julia explained a tube of cooling medical gel was fetched.  She lay back on the bed as the maid's soothing fingers worked inside her pussy and for the first time in hours she started to become aroused.  When the maid had finished she covered Julia with the sheet and the light was turned out.  Julia drifted off.

She was awoken by a shake of her shoulder.  The maid gestured her to follow and bleary-eyed Julia was lead through part of the house that she had not been to before; up several fights of stairs and along an elaborate corridor.  The maid knocked at a door and hearing a soft “Come in.” from inside opened it.  Persephone sat upon a large bed, in a short chemise and French knickers, both in ivory complimenting her caramel skin.  Her black hair was unbounded and ivory mules were on her small feet.  She gestured the maid to leave and for Julia to come in. Uncertain of herself Julia walked forward and stood waiting.

“Come, come.  I know you have been taught proper respect.”  Persephone chided gently.  “I spend half the day listening to the Countess instruct you.  She tapped a muled foot on the carpet and Julia knelt, legs apart, back straight and wrists crossed behind her at Persephone's feet.  “Better, and just as well considering all the trouble I've gone to on your behalf.  I've spent the last few hours, calming down the Countess and negotiating with Angie.  Much has been sorted.  The Countess has a new toy to entertain her for the evening and I've paid a deposit to reserve you.”  Julia looked up suddenly and Persephone held up her hand.  “I may not buy you but for now but it is enough to curb Angie from the worst of her excesses.  In short I have some claim on you.”  She looked Julia over.  “You are a lovely one.  It's a shame about your hair but it will grow back.”  Persephone rubbed a finger over Julia's bald pate and at that little gesture, Julia dissolved into tears at her kindness. 

“Can't you ... can't you free me?  I won't tell anyone I promise.”

Persephone looked down at Julia.  “Oh, lovely thing, I'm sure you know by now that that's not the way things work and think deeply on this – I don't think you really want to be released either, do you?  Now come to bed.”  Julia hesitated until Persephone slipped off her mules, climbed into the bed and patted the space beside her.  Julia crawled in after her.  The light was put out and Julia slept like a baby in Persephone's exotic arms.