Chapter 5. Servitude
"Morning Ladies!" They weren't asleep when Larry entered the room but were still
lying face to face on the bed with the blanket awry and semi covering them. He
pulled the blanket off. Brenda started to complain but was soon rolled on her
stomach and her arse given a couple of hard slaps. "You can stop that nonsense
for a start Brenda. If you expect to earn better treatment, then you have to
learn to behave. So what's the plan for today? Shortly I will release your
wrists but not your ankles and you can use the toilet. I will then bring you a
bowl of water, a flannel and a bar of soap and you can wash each other. Get that
make-up off and get yourselves as clean as you can. I'll also bring a comb.
Breakfast will be in half an hour. Any complaints will be dealt with by my
hand."
"How long are you going to keep us here,?" asked Skip in a very subdued voice.
"As long as is necessary. Any more questions before I go to get your washing
gear?"
Larry stood and watched as Skip started washing Brenda's face and then her body.
The water wasn't quite cold, Larry had added a little warm to it to take the
chill off it. "You're going to get very used to seeing and feeling each other so
make a thorough job of it Skip. I want to see her clean from head to toe," Larry
instructed, "When you finished you can put your trainers back on. These rough
stone floors will play havoc with your feet, not that I should really worry
about a minor detail like that."
Ten minutes later he returned. Brenda was combing Skip's hair and moaning how
difficult it was to control without hair spray. "One of you bring the bowl of
water and the other your piss pail." Both went for the bowl. Brenda out-stepped
the reach of her hobble, tripped and upset the bowl. She looked up expecting
another hiding but Larry just said, "You bring the pail and you can mop this
mess up afterwards." Brenda almost felt a relief for not being spanked and did
what she was told. This time though she walked carefully. Larry led them outside
their cell to a small toilet at one end of the cellar and told them to empty the
remains of the water and the pail. He placed the bowl by a small sink just
outside the toilet and passed a mop to Brenda. Reluctantly she took it and
mopped the worst of the water from the floor before they were again locked in
the room.
"Breakfast time!" Larry walked in with two plastic bowls of hot porridge flooded
with milk and two plastic spoons. "I hope you like porridge," he said, "If you
don't put it in your slops bucket but you won't be getting anything else for
some hours."
"I don't eat porridge," Skip complained.
"Well you know what to do," replied Larry. "This isn't a luxury hotel. It's
porridge now, nothing more till later and then it will be bread and whatever
spread is available. Eat up and I'll bring the flannel back in again so you can
clean up ready to meet your mistress."
"Larry?" Skip asked, "Why do we have to use the smelly pail when there is a
proper toilet just outside?"
"Because I am not going to be running up and down each time you want to pee."
Larry turned and left, locking their door again.
He helped Harriet dress and sat her in the low chair he had brought from her
home facing the kitchen fire. "I am going to bring our guests us to see you
dear," he said, "Look your best and don't be afraid of them. You are their
mistress now. They must take their orders from you."
Cuffing their hands behind their backs again, Larry carried his naked prisoners
up the stairs to the kitchen. Their hobbles would have made it very difficult to
climb the fairly steep stairs. He deposited them on the floor at Harriet's feet.
"Kneel!" he commanded.
Harriet shank back in her chair and in a small voice asked, "Larry! What have
you done to them? They're naked."
"And have tender bums, Harry." Larry picked up Brenda and turned her arse to
face Harriet. "And they will be even more tender if they don't toe the line. My
line. Here they are going to learn what it is like to be an under dog. Stand up
girls." Skip was a little slow to respond and received yet another slap to
encourage her. "Look at Harriet girls. Take a good look at her face. See how
swollen it still is. See the bruising that is still showing after all this
time?" He lifted her dress and went on, "Take a good look at her body. Looks at
her cuts and wounds that have yet to heal. Look at the bruises that still show
there too. I am not going to move her to show her back, nor remove her knickers
but underneath her flesh is just as badly marked and still so sore she can
hardly move without considerable pain. Now take a look at each other. Your
bottoms are somewhat coloured but nothing like as deeply as hers. You have
difficulty in moving only because of he restraints I have put on. Your suffering
is minimal compared to hers, but it won't be if I have the slightest excuse to
give you a thorough thrashing. Understand?"
"Larry, please. Take them away! I don't want them near me! Please! I don't care
what you do with them. Dump them down the well or something but keep them away
from me." Harriet was shaking with fear and although the words didn't come out
in they way they should because of her swollen jaws, the meaning was clear..
"Harry, they have to learn their lesson. They won't hurt you again. I'll see to
that." He could see Harriet was distressed and took a girl under each arm and
carried them back to their cell. Unceremoniously he dumped them on their bed.
Skip had tears in her eyes but Brenda seemed unconcerned.
"Girls, you saw how badly you injured Harry, you should now think on how badly I
should hurt you. Throwing you down the well as she suggested would be too quick
and too painless for you two."
"I'm sorry," wept Skip, "I didn't think she was hurt as bad as that. Bren you
must have kicked the hell out of her to be in that state after so long." Brenda
made no comment.
"For the rest of the morning, girls, I am leaving you to ponder on what you
think I should do to you and what you can do to make amends." He returned to
comfort Harry, leaving the girls naked and locked in.
"Are you mad bringing them in here?" Harriet asked quietly. Larry could feel the
anger behind her words though.
"Harry dear," he gently held her close, "It is the only way we can be assured
they are punished. You must get used to them being around although they will
always be naked and cuffed. They are your servants, or they will be before
long."
Lunch time and Larry silently served the girls a single cheese sandwich and a
plastic mug of tea. Half an hour later, he returned and asked them if they had
considered his questions. "What should I do to you to make up for what you have
done to her?"
"Just let us go bastard and keep your little Dwarfie out of our way." Brenda was
still defiant.
"That's not an option, Brenda, as well you might guess."
"Punishing us to the extent Harry was punished, might serve to satisfy your
instincts but probably would result in our going to hospital and the story
coming out and you getting into trouble as well, especially as you cannot prove
we did hurt her. You know we did it, we know we did, but you would have to prove
it." Skip started off bravely. "I am so sorry for what we did, particularly what
Bren did although I know I too was to blame and know I ought to be punished. I
don't know how. Or really how I could begin to make up for what we did. Even if
you kept us here as servants...."
"Slaves more like," interrupted Brenda.
"Whatever," Skip went on, "We can never atone for what we did. If you wish I
would work here as your servant until you think I am fit to leave."
"Thank you Skip. You realise it would be the most menial work I would give you.
You probably saw how neglected this place is." Skip nodded.
"Would you want to ... 'do' us?"
"She means will you be fucking us? I'm surprised we haven't been raped already,"
Brenda put her spoke in.
"To be perfectly honest with you, yes. Harry is in no state to bear my weight
and seeing you two naked beauties does make me horny as you can obviously see
now." He referred to the bulge in his trousers. "I doubt if either of you are
virgins and I will use protection and unless provoked, I won't forcibly rape
you." Larry paused. "I take it you are unwilling to became an unpaid servant
Brenda?"
"Not fucking likely! Some one will start looking for us soon and then you'll be
in shit street."
"I believe you've stayed out for several days before so your parents are
unlikely to worry overmuch for another day at least. By then I hope to find a
way of staving off the search." Turning to Skip he asked, "Are you still willing
to be an unpaid servant?" Skip nodded yes and looked down at the floor. He took
her outside and re-locked the door. Brenda would be on her own for a bit.
Leading Skip to the toilet, Larry said, "I meant what I said when I told you the
work would be menial. This loo hasn't been in use for years. When I knew you
were coming, I cleared it and made sure it flushed but the whole place is
filthy. I'll get some cleaning gear and you can make a start. You have
permission to use the loo instead of the bucket if you wish." Larry brought the
cleaning materials and rubber gloves. He released the cuffs on her hands but
left the hobble in place.
"How's it going?" he asked an hour later when he returned to inspect her work.
"Okay, but my knees are killing me." Larry saw the toilet pan was now clean and
shining except for some green stains that wouldn't come off. The hand basin too
was clean and Skip was trying to clean the pedestal.
"You've worked well, Skip. Wash your hands and then we'll have a cup of tea in
the kitchen and I'll find a mat for you to kneel on." Tossing her over his
shoulder her carried her up the stairs and sat her on a stool while he made the
tea. Harry wheeled herself into the room and stopped abruptly when she saw Skip.
"I'm sorry Harry, I thought you were asleep in the lounge. Skip's worked hard
and I'm making tea."
"I'm very sorry for what we did to you Harry," Skip started.
"Miss Harriet to you Skip," Larry snapped.
"I'm sorry Miss Harriet," Skip repeated, "I will try and make amends. I had no
idea your injuries were so severe. I've promised to be your servant."
"Then pour the tea for us and get some cake out of that biscuit tin," ordered
Larry with a hint of a smile. Skip did and took a tray with the mug and cake to
Harriet's chair. Harriet eyed her warily but said thank you. The strange trio
sat round the stove. Larry, huge and muscular, Harriet, her dwarf frame swollen
and battered, petite Skip naked apart from trainers and with her ankles hobbled.
Harriet plucked up enough courage to ask Skip what she had actually done and
that broke the ice and all three talked fairly naturally while they drank their
tea.
"Are we going to take Bren some tea?" Skip asked when they were ready to return
to the cellar.
"No. She can wait until it's her dinner time." Skip was tired and her back and
arms ached by the time Larry next visited but she had removed a lot of the grime
from the lower tiles. "That's enough for one day," Larry said, "Come and get
cleaned up. You smell pretty bad and I don't mean that in a nasty way." After
carrying her upstairs to the bathroom he unlocked her hobbles and for the first
time for two days she could move normally. "Don't think about running," Larry
stated, "You've no clothes, the doors are locked and the weather's atrocious and
of course, there is the ever present risk of a sore arse. Have a bath but leave
the door wide open. It's mainly man's toiletries here but they should be better
than a cold wet flannel."
Luxuriating in the warm water, Skip almost forgot about her plight but was
reminded was Larry walked straight in, watched her for a bit and then apologised
for needing a pee. "I've seen all you have so you might as well see me."
Skip noted his cock was in proportion to his frame, much bigger than any she'd
seen or experienced before. "God," Skip commented, "Can you get that in a woman?
It's big and not even hard."
"Yeah, it goes in but sometimes it's a bit tight in young girls as some of the
wrestling groupies have found out. You want to try it?"
"Not right now!"
Brenda was in a foul mood when Skip was finally taken back to their cell and the
pair cuffed and put to bed for the night. She had been alone almost all day.
"You fucking creep," she railed at her friend, "I suppose you've been shagging
him all day just to get out of here. You smell of him." The smell was of course
his bath salts."
"No. He didn't shag me but I saw his prick. It's big. I might let him try it
tomorrow if I get the opportunity."
"You're a slag, Skip!" For an hour the verbal abuse of each other continued
until both finally settled down and slept.
Porridge was again on the menu for breakfast. It started Brenda complaining
again "We'd get better treatment in prison," she yelled as she emptied hers into
the slops bucket. Larry had to control himself not to take her over his knee
there and then but decided to allow her anger to dissipate or burst before
taking further action. "Are you working today, Skip?" he asked and on receiving
an affirmative reply, asked Brenda the same question.
"I'm not your fucking slave! I'm not an arsehole creeper like some!" Brenda
continued with a torrent of invective aimed at Larry and Skip. Larry cuffed her
hands behind her back again and, taking Skip with him, locked her in. The
swearing continued unabated and added to by Brenda's futile kicking of the door
followed by the sound of her falling when the hobble caught her off balance.
Both Larry and Skip grinned.
"The confinement is getting to her," Skip remarked, "And yet she's too dumb to
give in. You know," Skip went on, "I think deep down she's sorry for what she
did but just won't acknowledge it to you. She's got to keep up her tough
appearance."
"CRASH!!!"
"I think she's kicked the slop bucket now," Larry commented, "If its upset then
I am going to let her stew in it for a while." Shortly it became obvious that it
had from the stream of urine that flowed under the door and from the pleas for
release from inside.
"Would you like to try and paint your toilet today Skip? There's only the
ceiling and the bit above the tiles to emulsion and if we take the door off, you
can sandpaper and varnish it out here where the light is better. I'll get the
floor cleaning mop and pail and if the piss flows too far out here, perhaps you
would mop it up, please. I'll get the stuff and leave you to it while I see to
Harry."
"What are you going to do with Brenda?" Harriet asked when he told her at
breakfast.
"Leave her in the room with her own shit for another hour or two and I'll decide
then on her punishment."
"What about Skip? Is she taking you for a ride or is she genuinely sorry."
"So far she seems sorry and is taking a lot of stick from Brenda for it. She may
be faking, just to get out of the cell but she does seem to be working
willingly."
"Have you fucked her yet?" Harriet's forthright question startled Larry for a
moment. "Larry, you know I would like you to do it to me but I'm still too sore
especially after the way that bitch kicked me down there. I know you have needs
and having her naked around you must be a big temptation."
"Yeah, it's a big temptation alright. So far I've resisted. You know how big I
am and it will need some care if I do either of you for the first few times."
"Larry? Don't resist because of me. Have her if you want. She helped the bitch
hurt me so a little more hurt to her shouldn't matter. My worry is that you'll
want to have her all the time and I will be put aside. You seem to care for me
now but how long will it last. Do you actually love me or am I just a doll to
play nurses with?" Tears began to flow from Harriet. Larry picked her up and
cuddled her.
"Harry, I think I love you. Love you as a person. We will make an odd couple but
you have a personally behind your body that I am very attracted to. The main
problem as I see it is there may be physical incompatibilities that will mar our
relationship. That we will only find out in time. We have to face the fact that
we are very different. They may compliment each other or they may make life
difficult. I do hope we can try and find ways around any difficulties we come
across." Larry continued to hold her close."
"Larry? So as I don't feel you are cheating on me, will you tell me when and if
you do either of the girls?"
"Of course dear. You could even watch if that didn't make you jealous."
