NICOLE: JOURNEY OF A SLAVE
CHAPTER 24
THE PROTEGE
It had been a little over four months since slut's breasts had been run
through with the thick bar. The "U" shaped hoops that hung from the bar, under
her breasts, swung out and back with every step she took. The healing process
had been a slow but steady regimen of home care and trips back to the office of
Dr. Peters, the man who had skewered her. Initially, she visited him twice each
week, and over time, it was cut back to once a week. At each visit, she would
ignore the patients lined up in the waiting room, and boldly walk past them, not
into an examination room, but right into his private office. There, she would
remove her clothes, and kneel, with her back facing the door.
Sometimes, she would wait a few minutes, and sometimes it would be closer to
an hour before the doctor came in. Before examining her wounds, slut would undo
his trousers and suck his flaccid cock, that was entangled in a thick gangly mat
of long gray hair. He never came, or even got hard, but he seemed intent on the
act just the same. When he had had enough, usually after fifteen minutes or so,
slut would fix his pants back up, and he would examine the piercings, looking
for signs of infection and charting the progress of the healing.
One time, before Dr. Peters came into the office, his aged secretary came in
instead. She stood before slut and said, "Dr. Peters has told me all about what
you do. I think you're an abomination!. How can you allow yourself to be treated
like this? Just look at you! What in all of God's creation is wrong with you?"
Slut meekly replied, " i am a slave, ma'am. The personal property of Mistress
Ilsa. i am what i am for Her, because it is what She wishes. I exist for Her. To
please Her in any way She desires. I don't expect you to be able to understand
that, but it's just the way it is. You don't really have to accept it either,
but i want you to know that i am proud to be Her slave."
The secretary paused a moment, her mouth agape, staring in awe and disbelief
at the response she had received. Then she said, "Open your mouth and leave it
open. I'm going to show you how I feel about you!"
Slut opened her mouth as wide as she could, and watched as the woman pulled a
pack of Pall Malls out of her purse. She lit a cigarette and took a long deep
pull of smoke, the way only hardened smokers do. She savored the taste, and
nicotine hit, as she watched slut's jaw begin to quiver from the strain. When
the cigarette was all but consumed, she was racked by a harsh coughing fit, a
sure sign she was no novice to smoking. After hacking away for a minute or so,
she coughed up a big thick orange wad of phlegm from her lungs, and leaning over
slut, she slowly dripped it into the waiting mouth.
"I want you to hold that on your tongue, bitch. Savor it. Know that I
wouldn't spit that into the gutter in the street. But you're lover than a
gutter, you're a sewer!"
The thick stringy mass slid around on slut's tongue as she fought the impulse
to spit it out.
"Now, chew it like a cow," she ordered!
Slut began chewing on the wad of phlegm, making the taste even stronger than
before. Finally, the secretary said, "Now swallow it like the pig you are!"
Slut followed the command, working hard not to retch it back up.
"Show me your mouth. I want to make sure you ate my spit!"
slut's mouth opened, revealing that she had, in fact swallowed it.
"Amazing," she responded. "Now, stick out your tongue again."
Slut stuck her tongue out, and watched as the woman brought he cigarette butt
up to it and stubbed it out.
"You may swallow that as well, pig!"
slut followed the command, and ate the butt.
"I've been with Dr. Peters for over thirty-five years," she began, "and I
have never seen anything like you!" She had worked herself into such a rage that
she commenced to coughing again, and this time she spit a wad right in slut's
face.
Summoning all her inner strength, slut scooped the slimy wad off her face
with a finger, and licked it off, and with a sly grin, she swallowed it. The
secretary slapped slut's face, left cheek, then right, in quick succession, as
hard as she could. Then, spinning on her heels, she left the office, slamming
the door behind her in disgust.
slut's daily life in the townhouse with Mistress Ilsa had become quite tame
since the piercing had been done. her whippings had become less frequent, and
far less severs than they were before, and now were only administered on her
thighs and back. No weights or torture devices were applied to her breasts or
nipple rings, or bars.
Ilsa had thrown a celebratory party a month after the bars had been placed.
Elaine and Tom, some friends of theirs from the pony club they belonged to, Sir
Campbell and a new pair of slaves, Dr. Peters, and a few people slut didn't know
came. slut spent the entire night of the party naked, gagged, and with her hands
cuffed behind her back. No one dared touch the bars or her breasts for fear of
starting an infection, but many times during the evening she was closely
scrutinized under harsh lights.
While the guests enjoyed a lavish meal, slut was on her knees, under the
table, with the order to keep everyone aroused, but making no one cum. When the
fete ended, slut was waiting at the door, and she brought each of the guests off
orally as they aid their good-byes to the Hostess.
When Dr. Peters called and told Ilsa that the healing was complete, slut knew
that her life of leisure wouldn't last long. He had said that weights, reins,
or whatever could gradually be introduced to the bars. He did stress, however,
that it must be gradual, for fear that the piercing itself would stretch, or
even worse, tear.
One night, after dinner had been served, Ilsa said, out of the blue, " I
have a little surprise for you tonight, slut. Tom and Elaine will be stopping by
for a visit, and Elaine has something she'd like to share with you. I know
you'll be surprised! I shall say no more, nor will I entertain any questions.
Now, go and bathe and prepare yourself. your pony boots, fishnets, and a garter
belt will be your attire for the evening. Oh, and lock your wrist cuffs behind
your back as well."
"Yes, Mistress," slut replied, rising from the table.
her mind was spinning almost out of control. She hated it when Mistress said
there was to be a surprise. She was quite sure that there couldn't be too many
things left that could surprise her after all Mistress Ilsa and Sir Campbell had
put her through in the past few years.
In what seemed like only minutes, slut heard the front door chime, and she
knew Tom and Elaine had arrived. Rather than waiting to be summoned, slut
descended the staircase and met the guests at the door. she was stunned to see
that they weren't alone. A young girl, no more than thirteen at best stood
beside them, holding Elaine's hand. She was dressed like Brittany Spears, in a
short too tight t-shirt, bare midriff, and low slung jeans that showed her bony
hips.
"slut, this is my niece, Keri. She's Billy's daughter. you probably remember
him, as he was my older half-brother, and he didn't live with us growing up. He
lived with his father, we have the same mother. Keri is here because she is
learning what it means to be a sex slave. She possesses many of your qualities,
and I wanted her to see you first hand, before we begin to intensify her
training.
Before slut could react, the young teen said, "Hello slut."
The girl acted as if seeing a woman naked, totally hairless, hands lock
behind her back, in thigh high leather boots shaped like horse hooves, with
pierced nipples, breasts and labia, was a normal occurrence.
slut stood aside as the three guests came in, and pulling the door closed
with her booted foot, she followed them into the den, where they found Mistress
Ilsa waiting patiently. "Ah, Elaine and Tom, so good to see you both. And
looking at the girl, she added, " And this must be the young Keri. How are you,
my dear. I've heard many exciting things about you."
Keri immediately fell to her knees at Ilsa's feet, her face to the floor, and
replied, "I'm fine Mistress, thank you. It is an honor to be in Your presence,"
and she kissed Her boots.
"Elaine, she's wonderful. Her enthusiasm is so genuine it's remarkable."
"Oh yes, Ilsa. She's progressing rapidly, but she has quite a way to go yet."
Then, turning to Keri she said, "Keri, you know better than to greet a Master or
Mistress when you're clothed. It is not proper etiquette. Also, you may never
perform formal greeting to anyone unless you have been ordered to or invited to.
Is that clear, Keri?"
"Yes, Mistress Aunt Elaine. I'm sorry."
"That's a good girl. Now, get up and slut will take you to the lavatory. Get
undressed and empty your bladder. slut will minister to you. And remember now,
no touching!"
"Yes, Mistress Aunt Elaine," she answered disappointedly.
slut led the girl to the half bath off the foyer, and stood back and watched
as the girl disrobed. Puberty was just beginning to manifest itself on the young
body. Thin spindly legs supported a body that still showed pockets of baby fat
around the neck and tummy. The breasts were small cones emanating from behind
the nipples, and the smooth hairless mons showed only a faint blonde down
covering.
Once she was naked, Keri very matter of factly squatted on the toilet and
peed in front of slut. No signs of embarrassment showed on her face at all. Then
she stood, and placed one foot up on the sink and said, "You may clean me now,
slut."
slut knelt between the skinny legs and lapped at the tiny pussy, tasting the
salty residue. When she had completed her task, Keri said, "Let's go back and
join the adults."
slut felt strangely subservient to the pre-pubescent girl, so she stepped in
behind her a followed back into the den. As soon as Keri reached Mistress Ilsa,
she fell to her knees, head bowed, arms folded behind her back. slut knelt
alongside her, the only variations in position were slut's widely spread legs,
closed eyes, and open mouth. Stealing a quick glance, Keri picked up on these
subtle nuances and shifted her position to mirror the one slut had assumed.
She is really quite lovely, Elaine," Ilsa commented. "It's so nice to see one so
young."
"Thank You, Ilsa. Yes, I am enjoying her youth as well.
"What have you exposed her to?"
"We've kept it to simple straight forward things so far, Ilsa. She has been
present to see slaves punished. She has begun her training in oral servitude,
including vaginal, penile, and anal. She seems to have a natural inclination to
toilet training. She is not allowed to touch herself for any reason. She hasn't
masturbated in the three months she's been with us. I don't even allow her to
wipe herself after the toilet. Either she has a nearby slave clean her, or she
doesn't clean at all. I want her at her peak when I give her permission to cum.
She has to learn that her pleasure is really for me, after all, and not for
her."
"I couldn't agree more. Has she whipped anyone yet? I know you said she's
seen it done."
"No, not yet. She hasn't handled a whip yet. She has seen two slaves beaten;
one male the other female. The male was beaten with a cat and the female with a
single tail bull- whip. Both were rather severe sessions in which blood was
spilled."
"I'd like to see her use the crop today, if that's alright with you," Ilsa
said.
"Of course, Ilsa. After all, who knows better than You?"
"Keri," Ilsa commanded, "Stand so that I may see you."
The girl rose from her position in a graceful manner, using her legs only to
propel herslf up on her feet. "Certainly, Mistress," she replied as she rose.
Ilsa's scrutiny was flawless, surveying every inch of the porcelain smooth
skin. "Appendix scar?"
"Yes, Mistress, when I was six."
"That will fade even more in time. Meanwhile, I have a cream I will give to
your aunt to take with you. It is to be applied twice a day, morning and night.
It will help it to disappear even faster. Now, turn so I may see your backside."
She did as she was told, presenting he flat buttocks to Ilsa.
"Bend over and spread that little pussy for me."
Bending over, Keri reached behind and spread the orifice as wide as she
could.
"There certainly are a lot of differences at this age, aren't there Elaine?"
"You notice them too, Ilsa?"
"Of course. Who wouldn't? And it's not just the difference between a shaved
mound and a hairless one either. The labia haven't developed yet, the folds
aren't pronounced at all. So innocent looking, yet with the potential form so
much.
"Keri, kneel," Ilsa ordered.
As smoothly as she stood up, Keri re-assumed her kneeling position at Ilsa's
feet.
"slut, stand and present yourself!"
"Yes, Mistress," slut answered, rising to her feet. she turned so that her
back was towards Ilsa, so that her Mistress could unlock her cuffs, then she
hands folded behind her back, shoulders back, breasts thrust outward, legs
spread, head held high and mouth open.
"Keri, sit here on the couch next to me as I present my slut slave to you."
Keri did as she was told and sat on the couch. Her feet dangling as they
weren't long enough to reach the floor.
"slut has undergone many changes and modifications for Me, Keri. She is an
excellent example of a slut slave. As you can see, her nipples are pierced, as
well as her labia and clitoris. I designed and did the scaring of her breast. I
allow her to have no hair anywhere on her body, because, in that way, she is
truly naked. I require My slaves to always be naked in My presence. her name is
slut, and I gave that name to her, because that is what she is. I own her. The
bar through her breasts is her newest display of My ownership of her. It was
done about four months ago. Everything she has is from Me, everything she does
is for me. Her entire existence is because of Me, isn't that trus, slut?"
"Yes, Mistress. Thank You."
"What are you thinking, little one," Ilsa asked Keri?
"Mistress, You are worthy of worship, and Your slaves should always know
that. I only hope that someday I will be worthy of worshipping You as well."
"Perhaps, my dear you will. But not now. Anyway, that wasn't what I meant. I
want to know how you feel seeing this naked slave before you? Scared, pierced,
and hairless."
"I am jealous of her, Mistress. I want to be her. I want Mistress Aunt Elaine
and Master Tom and You to do those things to me! I want to prove to all of you
that I can be Your slave!"
"I'm sure you do Keri. At least, now you do. But what about when you discover
boys in high school? Or later on after that? Do you really think some cute boy
will want to get serious with you if you're treated like slut is? You may
possibly be tattooed, or even branded because it was what someone else wanted.
You see, that's really what this is about; allowing someone else to have
whatever they want, however they want it, whenever and where ever they want it,
with no regard as to what you might want."
Keri's mother and father divorced when she was less than a year old, Ilsa,"
Elaine interrupted "The last I had heard, her mother was killed in a suicide
bombing in Israel, and her father, my half-brother, has no interest in her at
all. He's re-married and has anew family. They don't want her to be a part of
it. So, her demeanor may be a bit precocious, for her age. That's one of the
reasons we're moving this along slowly. I don't want her getting into anything
that can't be reversed."
"I see," Ilsa nodded. "In that case, we'll proceed. Let's try her out a bit
then, shall we?"
Ilsa stood, and taking Keri by the hand said, "Let's retire to My dungeon and
have a little fun!"
