CANDYLAND

BY ZOOL
zool1a@yahoo.co.uk

[ part 3 ]

Sarah sat on the chair facing the man in black, her satchel clutched tightly to her chest, she was scared out of her wits, not surprising considering the terrible things she had witnessed.

“Supposing we start with your name eh” said the man in black, in a deep, calm, re-assuring voice “Tell me your name little one”.

“S..S...Sarah” came the faltering reply. The man looked at Sarah, realising how pretty the girl was and how marvellous her hair looked, even if it was a little ruffled!

“Sarah” Said the man, “That’s a nice name, you may have heard my friend the Doctor calling me Simon just now, but you will call me ‘My Lord’ and nothing else, do you understand? We may as well start as we mean to go on”. Sarah nodded, “Don’t nod child, answer me properly!”

“Y..Yes My Lord”, said Sarah, startled by the sudden firm edge to his voice, the change of tone made her feel uncomfortable and she pulled her satchel tighter to her chest.

“Better”, said the man, his voice calm again, “Now, tell me how you come to be here!” Sarah took a deep breath and told the man her story, missing her stop, the run through the streets, the run round the fields, the fall which made her drop her books, the scramble down the hill, the noise she heard, the crates, peering through the broken window pane, the terrible things she saw and her fall and subsequent capture.

“Well now” said the man in black, ”That’s quite a story!” He stood up and walked around a little, “I want you think hard now Sarah, you need to realise and understand something which is important! Your being here is your own fault and nobody else’s. If you had just picked up your book and climbed back up the slope you would be home now and not here. You, my little one, have nobody to blame but yourself have you?” This was classic transference of blame! The man was an expert.

“I, I suppose” said Sarah adding “My Lord” almost forgetting! It did sound reasonable, she had been nosy and had spied hadn’t she? It really was her own fault, wasn’t it? There was a knock on the door, Sarah could see a small figure outside.

“Enter” barked the man in black. A small, naked boy of about eight entered the room. Like the teenage boy with the medical trolley he had a look of sheer terror on his face, he was wearing a red collar! He walked up to the man in black, dropped to his knees, leaned forward, touched his head to the floor and put his hands facing upwards on either side of his head. “Speak slave” the man in black commanded!

“M..M...My Lord, I have been s..s..sent to clean the room” The naked boy was trembling, he was clearly in terror of the man they called Lord.

“Ah, good” The Lord said, “Slave you will first go to the stores and bring me a box of tissues, a white collar and a white and red collar! Then you will obtain cleaning materials and return, you will then wait outside until we have left, then you may clean! You may go now!”

“Yes My Lord” said the boy, he stood up, backed towards the door then turned and fled like his pants were on fire, if he had been wearing any that is!

“Now then Sarah”, The Lord said, turning to face her again, “You have entered this little world of mine by a somewhat unusual method, very different than the normal method. Normally the children brought here are given a lot of training so they know what to expect” He returned to his chair and sat facing her, shaking his head. “This is going to be very difficult for you, I just hope you are up to it! Tell me, who is waiting for you at home?”

“Well, there’s My daddy and my older brother Tommy”. The little girl replied. “Mummy died when I was little. I don’t remember her”.

“I’m very sorry to hear that” Said the Lord, his concern seemed genuine and he sat for a while, stroking his chin and looking at the frightened child.

“Please My Lord” said Sarah. A flash of anger crossed the man’s face, startling her, but then he seemed to remember that she was “untrained” and the calm look returned, he nodded to her to go on, “What had that girl done to deserve such a terrible beating?”

“Ahhh, a good question little one, the truth is, nothing! But let me try to explain, this place you are in is called ‘Candyland’, it is a place full of child slaves. Grown ups come here, pay money and get to use the slaves for their own sexual pleasure as you must have seen. Sometimes this involves punishing the slaves, but we have very strict limits to that. The simple fact is that those two men broke the rules and beat little Charlotte far harder than is allowed, far, far harder! For which they, themselves, are now being punished!” There was a knock on the door, “Enter” said the Lord. The little boy had returned, he walked over to the man, knelt down in front of him and presented him with a box of tissues and two collars, one white, the other white with red stripes, “Excellent timing slave, I’m going to need these in a minute! You may go!” The boy stood up, backed away and fled again!

The Lord turned to face Sarah again, “I’m afraid, little one that there is no easy way to tell you what I am about to tell you, so here goes, you belong to me now, you are going to become one of my slaves, you are never going to see your home again, you are never going to see your family again, you are never, ever going to see your friends or any of your loved ones, ever, ever again. You are mine!” He remained silent then, watching Sarah as she slowly absorbed the words he had just spoken and then the import of the words hit her!

“Nooooooooooooo!” She screamed! “No,no,no let me go, please let me go home, I don’t want to stay here in this place, I want my daddeee, I want my daddeee! No, no, no, no please, please let me go, I won’t tell, I won’t tell, I promise!” Then tears began to flow, and her body was racked with sobbing as she sat in the chair, clutching her little satchel. The Lord waited, he was a patient man, this little girl was going to need time to adjust, but he had all the time in the world. Presently the sobbing stopped and Sarah just sat there sniffling.

“Good”, Said the Lord, handing Sarah the box of tissues, which she put to vigorous use! “I’m glad you’ve gotten that out of your system, although I dare say there will be more to follow, remember what I said to you. You are here, because of your own actions, it is your fault that you are here! It is nobody else’s, it is your own fault that you can never go home again!” The sobbing started all over again, Sarah thought about his words, it was true, she should have just gone home, but she spied and she was caught, it was her own fault!

This exchange continued for a good fifteen minutes, the Lord emphasising how Sarah could never go home, emphasising how it was Sarah’s fault, Sarah sobbing and believing him, wrapped up in his words, it was her fault, her fault and hers alone. Her conditioning had begun! Presently a movement outside indicated that the boy had returned, they watched as he knelt on the floor outside and waited patiently.

“Alright Sarah”, Said the Lord, “The time has come for you to make a decision, stand up please!” Sarah obeyed, the Lord took away her chair and walked to another corner of the room where a large waste bin stood, he picked it up and brought it over to where Sarah was standing and placed it in front of her. “I have told you that you are now my slave, I have given you time to accept that, you will have observed that slaves here go naked and the time has come for you to do the same!”

Sarah stood there trembling, absorbing his words, naked, he wanted her to be naked! He wanted her to … take her clothes off!

“This can happen in one of two ways” The Lord continued, “You can take your own clothes off and place them and all of your belongings into this bin, or you can refuse, in which case I will rip them from your body and you will be naked anyway!” He walked over to her, bent down and looked her square in the face, “The difference is, that if you take your own clothes off, you get to wear the white collar, the white collar indicates an obedient trainee slave who is doing her best to learn. If I have to force you, you will wear the red and white collar, which indicates a trainee slave who is rebellious and does not want to learn! I must warn you Sarah that slaves wearing the red and white are treated very harshly! True, both suffer pain and are taught to manage their pain, but red and white collars suffer far worse treatment! The choice is yours!”

The Lord of Candyland stood up, walked back to his chair and sat down, “If you want to wear the white collar and be regarded as a willing slave trying to do her best this is what you must do” He then dropped the white collar onto the floor, “You must strip naked, throw all of your belongings into the bin, get down onto your hands and knees, crawl to that collar, pick it up in your teeth and bring it to me. Then you must place your head on the floor, your hands on the floor on either side of your head, palms upwards. This is how a slave begs permission to speak. When I give you permission to speak you will say the following words, ‘My Lord, this slave begs you to put on her collar and make her yours, this slave begs you to train her so that she may serve you well’. May I remind you that the alternative is the red and white collar which will make your future life much harder! I will give you five minutes and then it will be the red and white collar for you anyway, the hard choice!”.

Sarah’s mind was reeling, two choices! One meaning something she did not fully understand, the other meaning something far worse! Surely the choice was obvious! She must strip and do as the Lord said. Strip, strip naked, she couldn’t do that! Take off her clothes! Strip in front of a stranger! It went against everything she had been told by her daddy! But this place, this man they called Lord. This was a different world, it was her fault she was here wasn’t it? She didn’t want to go naked but, but red and white meant harsh treatment, punishment, she didn’t want that, she was confused,. What to do? What to do? There was only one choice, she didn’t want to wear a red and white collar and be subject to harsh treatment! Little Sarah made her choice, the obvious choice, the one that, she hoped, would make her life easier. She reached out her arm and dropped her satchel, with her books, the very books that had gotten her into this mess, into the bin. She took off her school blazer and dropped that into the bin, her shoes and socks came next, her skirt, her school tie, her blouse and then her vest, until she stood in front of the bin dressed only in her knickers, she paused and looked at the man they called ‘My Lord’, he seemed to be completely impassive, then she slowly slid her pretty little knickers down over her legs, stepped out of them, picked them up and dropped them into the bin, now she was completely naked!

“Very good little slave” , Said the Lord, “But you are not done yet, you have two minutes left” Sarah had no choice, she dropped down onto all fours and crawled to the white collar, bent down and picked it up in her teeth, crawled to the Lord, raised her head up and presented it to him, he took it from her mouth, she then lowered her head to the floor and placed her hands on either side of her head, palms facing upwards, “Speak slave, said the Lord of Candyland.

“My Lord”, said Sarah, “This slave begs you to put on her collar and make her yours, this slave begs you to train her so that she may serve you well” Then her sobbing started all over again, tears flowed down her cheeks as the Lord reached down and fastened the white, leather collar around her neck.

“Stand up”, said Sarah’s Lord and Master, she obeyed, “Stand with your feet about two feet apart and with your hands on your hips, keep your head up and your chest out!” Slave Sarah obeyed. The Lord of Candyland walked around her, studying her naked body, her pert little bum, her lithe limbs, her pretty face, her waist length ash blonde hair. He returned to his chair and sat down facing her, “Come closer slave”, Slave Sarah obeyed and walked towards him, he parted his legs, Slave Sarah kept walking until her knees touched the chair and she was standing between the Lord’s legs. He leaned forward and eased his hands around to her back, slid his hands down, caressing her soft skin, placed them on her pert buttocks and squeezed gently. His face was level with hers and only inches away, she was trembling.

“Listen carefully now” said her Lord and Master, “Masters and mistresses expect very little of white collar slaves, as the white collar indicates a very new slave who is just beginning training. For the moment you need only remember the following rules. Never speak without permission, if you wish to speak you will kneel in the method I have already shown you and wait for permission to speak. When you are accompanying or being led by a master or mistress you will ignore all others. If you are on your own and you encounter a master or mistress, say in a corridor or perhaps entering a room you are in, you will immediately kneel before them, head on the floor and with your hands on either side of your head but palms face down. You will remain thus until they have either passed by or spoken to you to give you instruction. When being spoken to you will come into the upright kneeling position you have seen other slave’s do so this evening, do you understand, slave Sarah?”

“Yes my Lord” said Sarah, the Lord’s hands were still on her buttocks, they were strong and firm but also gentle, they felt reassuring. Sarah had stopped crying now and was calmer.

“Good, I will now explain the collars to you, doubtless you have been puzzling about them. I have already explained the white and the white and red but there are several others. When you have completed your basic training your collar will be replaced with one that is white and black, when that happens masters and mistresses will expect a great deal more of you! When your training is fully complete you will wear a collar that is completely black and you will then be made available for the pleasure of our clients. Fully trained slaves who break the rules are made to wear a red collar, the punishment collar! Such slaves are treated very harshly and are beaten hard and often! Clients are also permitted to punish such slaves, within limits. From time to time I take a personal slave to attend my needs, you may remember me speaking to Charlotte about this, my personal slave wears a gold collar and is the only slave who can command other slaves and other slaves call her mistress and treat her as such, if she wishes she may have a slave herself and her slave wears a silver collar. The other main colour is green, this colour is worn by trusted slaves with special duties. There are a few others but they are not important at the moment and are rarely worn, have you understood all of this slave Sarah?”

“Yes my Lord” Said Sarah, she was much calmer now, the Lord had a very calm, reassuring voice, but she did wonder why the other slaves seemed so terrified of him! He seemed, to her, to be such a nice man and he had punished those nasty men and been kind to Charlotte!

“There is only one other thing you need to know for the moment and that is how to walk from place to place. If you are on your own and are running an errand you will run, keeping yourself on the balls of your feet unless carrying something heavy or breakable, in which case you will walk. At all times you will keep your head slightly down and your eyes cast down, never look directly at a mistress or master unless told to do so! When you are accompanying a master or mistress you will walk slightly behind them and to one side, you may or may not have a leash attached to your collar, that will be up to the master or mistress! When the master or mistress stops walking you will drop to an upright kneeling position until they move again when you will get up and follow. Do you understand all that I have told you slave Sarah?”

“Yes my Lord” Said Sarah, she had listened very carefully, she was a good learner, a fast learner and everything the Lord had said had been clear and simple and had sounded very reasonable.

“Very good slave Sarah, now repeat everything I have told you back to me!” Slave Sarah did as she was told and repeated all of the instructions she had been given without a single mistake. “Excellent slave”. The Lord leaned over and kissed her gently once on each nipple. She gasped, it felt ….. good, nice! “I am quite taken with you little one, I think I will train you personally!” He moved one hand to her front and stroked her gently down her belly, over her hairless mound and between her legs, where he rubbed her little slit, she gasped again, his touch felt so good, she felt all tingly and she trembled at the touch. “Ah little one, I see you are responsive already, in time I will teach you to use this and other parts of yourself to give immense pleasure to others and, if you are lucky you will receive pleasure in return” He took his hand away and reached up to her head. Suddenly he grabbed hold of her hair, stood up and pulled her head back so that she was looking up at him.

“Ahhhhh” She wailed at the sudden pain! The sudden change of his manner was a complete shock to her and she was a terrified little girl again!

“BUT REMEMBER SLAVE” He shouted at her “FAIL TO PLEASE AND YOU WILL WEAR THE RED COLLAR AND THE RED COLLAR MEANS MUCH PAIN! UNDERSTAND?” He let go of her hair.

“YES MY LORD” She yelled, loud and clear, now she knew why the other slaves were so terrified, clearly the Lord could be very kind, but crossed he was obviously a man to fear!

“Very good slave” Said the Lord, “Now, I think I shall go and visit the good Doctor and see how Charlotte is doing, you will accompany me slave, remember what I have taught you so far!” He turned and walked towards the door then turned back to her, “Follow me slave, two paces behind and one to my right”. He walked out of the door and was followed immediately by the new, obedient, white collar slave, Sarah.