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Copyright 2005 by A. J. Deacon. All rights reserved!
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	The Knights of Saint Jillian.....Part Three 

	As it happened the next long weekend started on a
week when I was only on display on Tuesday and
Thursday. Jack announced that for this one time only,
I would be put on display from six o'clock Friday
night until  six o'clock Monday evening. Monday would
have been a regular working day for me. He also
announced that for this special occasion, the rates
for viewing would be a dollar and a half a minute. 
For the benifit of our world wide audience, I would be
under control at different times each day. From eight
PM Friday until six AM Saturday, three PM Saturday to
one AM Sunday, ten AM  to eight PM Sunday and from six
AM to six PM Monday.  A total of forty-two out of the
seventy-two hours. The control rate would be raised to
forty dollars, but the observation time would be
extended to fifteen minutes. 

	There would be twenty-four hundred and eighty
possible time slots for those who wanted to be in
control of me, and at forty dollars a throw, it would
mean almost ninety thousand dollars, after credit card
fees. On top of that there would be all the people who
paid just to watch. While it was difficult to
determine how many people would sign on just to watch
me sleep in a cage, Jack did have a good idea of how
many people would watch me while I was under control.
His estimate was for another hundred and fifty
thousand dollars. With any luck we should top a
quarter of a million.

	I keep mentioning how much money we earned, not
because I was doing this for the money, but to show
you how popular my performances were. Actually I was
doing this because it was what Jack wanted. Again, not
to give the impression that I objected to doing it.
For me it was all pleasure. I was happy doing it when
only Jack had control of me, and as he said, it really
didn't matter to me, in the long run, who was clicking
the mouse. I never doubted that it was in fact
strangers controlling my body, but from my point of
view, this fact only added to the experience before or
after, but never during it. It wouldn't have made much
difference to me if Jack had programmed the computer
to control me at random, or through some algorithm he
devised.  Yes, knowing that people, many people were
out there world wide, glued to their computer screens,
and probably masturbating, did heighten my
anticipation, and later my remembrance of the
experience, but it was mostly from knowing that they
took it personally, and that I was able to give
pleasure to so many people. Again I want you to
understand that I was almost as happy when only Jack
was in control and there was no money involved.

	It was only a month before the long weekend when Jack
made his decision. He started to advertise on our web
sites right away. The reservation list for my four
sessions of control, was posted on the Monday before
the long weekend, and by Wednesday it was sold out.
Emails flooded in, both for Jack with suggestions of
how I could to be put into bondage, and for me,
generally encouraging me. 

	One woman even offered to pay me five thousand
dollars to take my place for only one session, and she
didn't want any of the money people paid to torture
her. Jack got a real laugh over that one. I felt kind
of sorry for her. She included a picture of herself,
and she was very attractive, but then on the internet
you can never tell if people are telling the truth.
Needless to say I was excited by the prospects of the
up coming long weekend. Most of this excitement was
caused by the mystery of it all. All I knew was that
for a period of seventy- two hours, I would be
constantly on public display, naked. I would be
spending four long periods, totalling forty-two hours,
bound in some way, while strangers from all over the
world controlled my pain and pleasure, and  in between
that I would probably be kept in a cage. Other than
that Jack didn't see fit to tell me any of the
details.

	When the Friday arrived, it started out just like any
non-working day. I was fed a noticeably reduced amount
for breakfast, but there was no explanation given.
When I crawled back into the house after the usual
morning good-bye ritual, I thought about eating some
more. I had become accustomed to eating a substantial
breakfast, then missing lunch altogether. This wasn't
anything imposed by my master, it was just a habit I
had gotten into since quitting my job. I opted not to
eat any more this morning. I figured that Jack had
some reason to reduce my food intake, even if he
didn't see fit to tell me. I resolved that in spite of
the expectation and excitement, I would carry on as
usual, at least until I was told to do otherwise. I
curled up on the couch and read from the latest novel.

	"Oh there you are!" She said, scaring me half out of
my wits. "I'm Georgina. I'm here to look after you for
the rest of the day," she continued before I had a
chance to speak. She was what some men might describe
as a blond bombshell, but Jack was correct, she wasn't
as attractive as I was. Her breasts were a little too
big, and her curves a little too ample for her height.
It was easy to see that she wasn't a real blonde, as I
was, because except for a neatly trimmed dark brown
bush, she was as naked as I was. The other exceptions
were, that she wasn't pierced or branded, and my pubic
hair had been permanently removed years ago. "You just
stay right there," she continued, oblivious of my
scrutinizing, "and I'll make some lunch for you." Now
that was service I could live with. "Lunch will be
ready in a few minutes," Georgina said when she
returned. "It's time to get you ready." 

	"Ready for what?" I asked myself. I hadn't been asked
a direct question, so I wasn't expected to speak. That
was the rule with Jack, and I didn't think things were
any different now. She took the book from my hand and
closed it without bothering to place the book mark, 

	"Up you go sweetie," she gushed as she gently pulled
me up by the hand. When I was standing, she fastened
my wrist cuffs behind my back and attached a leash to
my collar. When she started walking I followed in meek
silence. You have to believe me, resistance never even
entered my mind. I obeyed as if it was Jack himself
speaking. I was led into a different part of the
basement from where I'm usually put on display.
Preparation must have been going on here for several
days. Everything seemed to be ready for my holiday
special. The cage itself was a simple wire dog kennel.
It was only three feet wide, by five feet long, and
three feet high. There wouldn't be too much room for
moving around, and stretching out was out of the
question. I had to get down on my knees to get in. I
appreciated the blanket loosly piled on the floor. My
wrists remained fastened behind my back and the leash
was still attached to my collar. Georgina closed the
gate behind me, latched it, then disappeared.  She was
carrying a tray when she returned, and placed it on
the floor, just outside of the small opening in the
back wall of the cage.

	"Eat up sweetie." My lunch consisted of a very
delicious beef stew, and  water, and it was served in
two ceramic dog bowls, with "Jill" spelled out in
cursive red letters on a white background. I ate my
lunch kneeling with my hands behind my back and my
head sticking through the opening in the back wall of
the cage. I was kneeling with my knees as far apart as
the cage permitted, and my ass was raised high. "We're
going to do a test broadcast." I heard Georgina say
from behind me. "You're now on the air, as they say.
Your audience is limited to only Jack, and maybe
Vanessa, so you can relax." I knew I was giving  them
a most fetching view. "We're going to be using
multiple cameras for this event, and the viewers can
switch back and forth between cameras" She said as she
set up another camera to capture my image from the
side. I continued eating as she puttered about
adjusting the camera position slightly, and turning on
and adjusting lights. As I finished my lunch, I
realized that I had been drugged. I have a fuzzy
memory of someone wiping my face with a napkin as I
rolled over to my side and fell into a deep and
dreamless sleep.

	I was startled into instant full wakefulness, by the
noise of a stick clattering against the bars of my
cage. The first thing I saw when my eyes popped open
was Jack squatting as he opened the gate. Wordlessly,
he reached in and took hold of the end of my leash.
Knowing he wanted me to crawl out, I did so not
letting the leash get taunt. Jack was wearing a black
leather vest which wasn't meant to be buttoned up, and
leather pants that fit tightly and showed off his well
built body.  The front of his pants was cut to
completely free up and expose his genitals. He wasn't
as forthcoming about his identity, and hid behind a
matching sinister looking leather hood . He stood in
front of me as soon as I was far enough  away frow the
cage, and it was clear what he wanted me to do. I
busied myself giving him the best oral sex a woman can
give to a man. I didn't want anybody in the viewing
audience to think I was a poorly trained slave who
couldn't even give her master proper head. Needless to
say, the shame of having to be seem with a man's penis
in my mouth, started my arousal. The ends of the whip,
wrapping around my ass and slapping up at my clitoris,
were doing their usual number on me. In front of I
don't know how many people, I moaned around Jack's
member as I climaxed. In the periphery of my vision, I
noticed naked women wielding cameras, coming in for
close ups from different angles, as Jack withdrew from
my mouth only to shoot off into it and over my face. I
know I was blushing as I stuck my tongue way out to
lick the last of his semen off of  the tip of his
penis.

	Jack then led me by the leash across the room to the
treadmill. "It's time for her daily exercise" he
announced to the world. He signalled for me to stand
up, by a slight jerk on my leash,. He fastened my
wrists behind my back, and positioned  me on the
treadmill. "These two wires that I've attached to her
nipple rings, are also attached to this control box."
He pointed to a small black box mounted on the front
column. "If she gets too slow and falls behind, the
wires will tighten and pull on her breasts," he
continued to explain as he worked, "but it will also
trip a switch and..."

	"EeeeK-Ah!" I shrieked as the imaginary baseball bat
slammed into my breasts.


	"She will receive a substantial jolt from the tens
machine. If she gets too eager and moves too fast,
these two wires also carry a charge. She has a very
narrow margin of about eighteen inches," Jack
explained. "Either way and she gets a painful reminder
to keep in pace." With that he pressed the start
button and the belt started to move, slowly at first.
The exercise program started me out with a walk, but
steadily speeded up so that I was jogging within the
first five minutes. After ten minutes of level
jogging, I had to run level for five minutes. The
treadmill tilted up and I had to run up a thirty
degree angle for another five minutes. The last five
minutes were on  the level. During this time the
machine slowed down so that I was walking for the last
minute. It was basically the same exercise program I
followed every day, except there was more jogging and
less running than I usually do. I assumed that this
was to make sure I could last, and probably also
because my breasts moved a lot more when I was jogging
than when I was running or walking. Jack wanted me to
put on a good show.

	After I got off the treadmill, Jack freed my wrists,
and led me on my hands and knees, to the centre of the
room, One of the women , I couldn't tell which one,
because they wore cat faced masks that completely
covered their heads, was lying on her back with her
legs out spread. I noticed that now both of them had
completely shaved their pubic hair. When I was
positioned correctly, my wrist were each fastened to
one of my ankles. This forced my face down into the
woman's pubis. I had never done sex with a woman
before, nor even thought about doing it. Still I
understood instantly what Jack wanted of me. I thought
of what I would  want someone, preferably Jack, to do
to me in this situation, and started to do it to her
before I was commanded to. The position I was in
offered my rear up for use, and Jack made ample use of
it, taking me roughly in both holes. He used a short,
nine tailed cat, to redden my back and bring me to
several climaxes. Jack withdrew at the last minute and
blasted all over my back. I was left to continue using
my tongue and mouth on the naked faceless woman before
me until she had another orgasm, then crawled out from
under me. This gave Jack time to set up for the next
indignity

	I had only a few seconds to catch my breath, as I
knelt, with a wrist fastened to each ankle, supporting
myself on my knees and my right cheek, before I felt
something hard and stiff invade my rectum. I was
completely taken by surprise, when I felt the liquid
start to flow inside me. I was about to receive my
first ever enema, and it was to be administered in
public. I felt the heat of my blush all the way to my
waist. It wasn't so much the fact that a tube had been
connected to my rectum, and fluid was flowing into me
that mattered. It was what I, and every person
watching at home on their computers, knew would
follow. It was so humiliating I had trouble even
forming the thought. I was going to have to, my god,
even now I'm finding it hard to put into words. I was
going to embarrass myself in public. I was going to
have to empty my bowels in public. When I remembered
the two naked women and their cameras, I climaxed,
from the thought of where those cameras would be
pointed.

	When I was filled with the fluid, my wrists were
released and I was made to squat with a foot on each
side of the drain. I had to open my knees wide and
balance myself with my hands behind my neck. I was
facing the camera when the order came to void, and
this made it worse for me. If I could have even hidden
my face behind my hands, it would have taken away some
of the shame I felt. Even though the audience couldn't
smell the odour, it still added to my almost
overwhelming humiliation. After I finished voiding, I
was told to Kowtow, while the second and third floods
of liquid flowed into me. Not once, but three times I
endured the indignity of having to empty my bowels
into the open hole of the floor drain.  I was required
to squat twice more, and each voiding was more
humiliating than the last. By the time they were
satisfied, that my inside was squeaky clean, I was in
tears, whimpering and sniffling in my shame. The more
shamed I was, the more aroused I became. The more
aroused I became, the more ashamed I was because of
the way my body was reacting. It was a continuous
spiral that lead to orgasm, which perhaps shamed me
most of all, and started the process all over again. I
have never understood why the emotional pain I felt
from humiliation, caused me to orgasm, even faster
than the physical pain from the whip, but it always
has. My embarrassment wasn't diminished by repetition,
and being forced to preform bodily functions in public
remain to this day, my most embarrassing moments.

	After it was decided that I was clean enough inside,
it was time for my exterior. The two women sprayed
water all over me from a hose, then soaped my body
down using sponges, as I posed on my hands and knees.
After every part of my body was lathered up and
captured for the home audience, they rinsed me off,
then shampooed and conditioned my hair. They took the
trouble to properly dry and brush my hair, then did it
up in a pony tail over each ear. No trouble was taken
to dry the rest of my body, and I was starting to
shiver as the drying water robbed my body of heat.

	I was then led to another part of the room, and made
to sit on a stool. My wrist cuffs were removed and
replaced with wider padded ones. Then my arms were
attached to chains hanging from the ceiling about
three feet apart. Next my ankle cuffs were replaced
and my legs were also attached to ceiling chains. They
were in line with my wrists, but over three times as
far apart.  I was doubled over, so that I was looking
out between my wide spread legs. Cords were attached
to each of my pony tails, and these were secured to my
big toes. The cords were pulled so tight that my scalp
was raised from my head, and I couldn't move my head
without causing a lot of pain to my scalp. So
regardless of what happened I was forced to look
always straight ahead, into a large mirror. The image
I saw multiplied my shame. My legs were so wide spread
that my pubic lips were open and gaping. Right below
that my rectum was just as visible still puffy from
the repeated enemas. To my further shame, I could
clearly see a drop of thick liquid oozing from between
my open lips. My body was betraying my arousal to
everybody.

	My vagina was exactly at the correct level for Jack. 
He entered me with one swift powerful thrust. He took
me roughly. Each thrust forced a groan from my throat.
The closer I got to coming, the higher pitched the
moans were. I hope the viewers at home weren't
listening in on head phones. I could have caused some
severe and permanent hearing loss as I came only a
split second before Jack flooded the inside of me.
Jack put his arms around my shoulders, then leaned in
between my wide spread legs, and kissed me
passionately. "You have no idea," he said between
kisses, "just how sexy you look right now, or of how
much I love you, and of how proud I am to possess
you."

	"Thank you master," I whispered in his ear when my
mouth was free, just before he gagged it. Jack pulled
out of me and inserted the vibrator before any of his
semen could drip out. He looked at his watch, then
quickly finished attaching the various wires to my
body. He was attaching the tube in my nose to the bag
of liquid hanging from a typical IV stand, when the
vibrator accelerated inside me. A few seconds later,
my body twitched. "EeeeK- Ah!" I screamed as the jet
of urine shot out into the room and splattered on the
floor. When my body twitched, my knees bent and this
raised my hips and my ass off the stool. The jet of
urine waved in the air, and my open pubic lips and
rectum did a short seductive dance. It was five
minutes after eight, and the first customer had taken
control of my pain and pleasure. For the next nine
hours and fifty-five minutes, I would get my pleasure,
and climax for the pleasure of my audience.

	Jack sat in the middle of the couch, directly under
the mirror in front of me. Vanessa and Georgina, knelt
on the couch naked on either side of him, facing him.
They had removed their masks, but I still didn't know
which was which. Their wrists were fastened behind
their backs, and they were bent forward almost in a
kowtow position with their faces nearly in Jack's lap.
They were taking turns giving him head, as he played
with their breasts, one hand for each woman. I watched
my husband and master, being sexually stimulated by
two other women for what seemed like an hour, before
he came into the mouth on the woman on his right. The
one on the left, got up, and stood in front of him so
he could undo her wrists, then she put her mask back
on and knelt on the floor beside the couch, while Jack
and the other woman walked out of the room arm in arm.

	She had lost the contest, and had to do the first
baby-sitting duty, while Jack and her twin sister,
went off to do heavens knows what. Sleep more than
likely. That was Jack's forth climax in what seemed to
be only a cople of hours. He wouldn't be able to have
sex again for several hours. The two women took turns
watching out for me, but never interfering. The bag of
fluid was changed so that it never ran dry, and
sometimes a camera was relocated slightly. I only
noticed this in my few lucid moments, so I have no
idea of how often  the changing of the guard took
place. 

	By the time my first secession was over I had become
just a clitoris in a constant state of orgasm. At some
point after I was back in my cage, my stomach fought
for a little bit of attention. I became aware of an
aroma, so I assumed my olfactory system was working,
but since nether my arms, legs or voice, had come back
to me there was nothing I could do. As the numbness in
my arms and legs diminished, the pain of having been
almost suspended for ten hours,  flooded through my
body, zapped my clitoris and sent me into another
climax. Eventually, I was able to position myself on
my knees, with my head out through the small opening
in the back of the cage, and slowly eat my food, I
hadn't eaten solid food for almost eighteen hours. I
vaguely remember starting to eat, but not what I ate.
It was warm, and satisfying, but I don't remember
finishing or falling asleep. Although I didn't know it
at the time, it was about half past six o'clock
Saturday morning.

	I was awakened again by the same rattling stick. I
found out later I had gotten less than seven hours
sleep, It was  one o'clock Saturday afternoon. I was
put through exactly the same routine as last time:
oral sex for Jack; exercises; enemas; oral sex for one
of the women; anal sex for Jack; bathing and grooming;
then bondage. Again I was not fed.. My bondage was
almost exactly the same as last time, except that
after my legs were fastened to the ceiling, the stool
was removed and I was swinging freely. For the next
ten hours my whole body weight would be borne by my
arms and legs. Like last time Jack took advantage of
the availability and ideal location of my vagina. He
placed the head of his penis just inside my opening,
then reached behind my legs and pulled my body onto
his. A quick jerk of his pelvis sent my body swinging
away from his, but not enough so that we were
separated completely. My body then swung back,
impaling itself on him. Another well timed jerk and I
was sliding away, then sliding back.  I was totally
helpless to impede or assist. His hands kept contact
with my body, but all the movement was accomplished
only by the thrusts of his pelvis. Each time my body
slammed into his a deep groan escaped from my mouth.
When Jack quickened the pace, it caused the pitch of
my moans to go up, until I screamed my orgasm as he
shot into me. It was only moments after he finished
inserting the vibrator and attaching the wires, that
my viewers took complete control of my body.  Through
the pain of the imaginary baseball bat slamming into
my breasts and clitoris. I watched Vanessa and
Georgina, working as intently as last time to bring
Jack to orgasm, so soon after he'd climaxed inside me.
I lost sight of them momentarily, whenever I received
a jolt from the vibrator, and my body jerked wildly.
One of them eventually succeeded, and the other one
had to do the first baby-sitting duty.

	I never really came down from my first orgasm with
Jack. The stimulation I received after kept me on a
constant high. I couldn't distinguish one orgasm from
the next. Time was a blur and I can't remember
anything between seeing Jack leave with one of the
women, and waking up again with the rattling of the
stick. By this time I was no longer aware of date and
time. I must have eaten something at sometime, because
I didn't feel hungry. What I was keenly aware of
though was the fact that I needed to have a bowel
movement, and that I needed to have an orgasm. My body
had rejuvenated somewhat during my brief sleep, and I
was completely down to earth. It wasn't so mush a
desire to orgasm, but an intense need. As soon as Jack
opened the gate of my cage, I quickly, crawled out and
kowtowed at his feet. "Please fuck me master," I
pleaded, kissing his feet. I had never kissed his feet
before nor had I ever been asked to. I wept silently
when I was ordered to be quiet. Strangely, the
emotional pain from being refused, didn't count
towards becoming aroused. I was addicted to orgasms,
and the pain of being denied an orgasm wasn't going to
get me aroused so I could have one. I eagerly looked
forward to my enemas, not only because I needed to
defecate, but because, Jack will use me right after. I
got my orgasm while jack was taking my rectum. After I
was bathed and groomed it was time for my bondage. 

	Again my bondage was modified, slightly. This time as
my legs were attached to the ceiling, they were forced
behind my shoulders, my ankles fastened behind my
head, and I was suspended by my ankles. Once my legs
were carrying my weight, my wrists were unfastened,
and re-fastened behind my ankles. I was twisted like a
pretzel, and totally immobile. With my ponytails
fastened to the ceiling, all I could move was my eye
lids, and eyeballs. I saw my image in the mirror and
blushed all over my body. I was a sexy little package.
 My mouth, breasts, vagina, and rectum were visible,
and readily available up front. My arms and legs were
neatly folded and tucked out of the way. Jack gave me
my second orgasm, using my rectum and vagina, as I
hung immobile. I never came down from the high,
because almost right away, my audience took over
control, and I was continually stimulated, by the
imaginary baseball bat whacking my breasts and
clitoris. When I received my first jolt from the
vibrator, I discovered that I could still twitch, and
move my hips, and abdomen a little. It was enough to
make the jet of urine wave, and my vagina and rectum
to do their little seductive dance duet. I have no
recollection of seeing Jack and the two women deciding
who would do the first baby-sitting duty. I was
already soaring by then.  

	It seems a shame now that I think back on it, all
those wonderful orgasms, and I can't remember them.
All I remember is the feeling, and although it's
permanently etched in my mind, I can't find the words
to explain it to you. All I can say is remember your
last great orgasm, and imagine that feeling staying
with you constantly for hours on end, completely
taking over all your brains resources, so that for you
during that time, nothing else exists. The sensation
and pleasure keep coming from some unidentifiable
place, and it all accumulates, somehow, in your
clitoris, in such a way that you just don't feel any
other part of your body. It's almost like you changed
into some new creature, that's made up only of a
clitoris, and can only feel orgasmic pleasure. So much
of my brain's resources were occupied that there
weren't any left over to dream with. All through this
time, I can't remember having any dreams.

	I was so far out of it that I never even realized how
quickly time was passing, I seem to remember only two
types of events now. One was waking up, and always in
desperate need of orgasm. I was so deeply hooked on
coming that I would have done anything for my next
orgasm. I gave no resistance as I was prepared. I
eagerly awaited the second event, my enemas, because
my much needed climax would follow right after. I
vaguely remembered that I was to be on display for
seventy-two hours, with four sessions of control. It
didn't register in my mind however that I had been
going through this routine for dozens of control
sessions. I had assumed way back before this started,
that after the seventy-two hours were over, things
would revert back to my old schedule of only control
sessions every other weekday. It was months after,
that I discovered that they hadn't.

	At sometime Jack had added a new feature. He made it
possible for my audience to spank me. He rigged up a
gadget that would deliver a hard swat with a ping-pong
paddle on my ass. The viewer had a choice of either
cheek, but never both at the same time, and there was
a three second delay between swats. This proved very
popular, because unlike the imaginary baseball bat,
whose only outward sign was my scream, the viewers
could actually see the paddle strike me and hear the
slap.  It was almost as popular as the jolt from the
vibrator, which produced a jet of urine, and caused my
body to convulse, as well as a scream. 

	The proceeds from my  holiday special, reached a half
million dollars. The number of people logging in just
to watch me sleep naked and bound in my cage was
unbelievable. Jack received a lot of email complaining
that people had trouble getting on to the web site
because it was so popular. Jack decided to  keep me on
display permanently, twenty-four, seven, and added
more servers to keep up with demand. The inconvenience
of my period was overcome by the use of tampons, and
the ritual of their changing even attracted a new
group of viewers who only tuned in on those special
days. I was completely oblivious to all this. I didn't
object or resist. Every time I woke up I was so
desperate for an orgasm fix. I happily went along whit
whatever Jack and the two women did to me, because of
that promised climax. After that I was too high to
care, as long as the climaxes and the high lasted,
they could do what ever they wanted to me, and they
generally did.

	I woke up as usual with the rattle of the stick on my
cage. Things seemed different this morning. I didn't
know whether it was in fact morning or not. I was
completely down to earth, and so aroused, I would have
gladly had sex with anyone, or anything for that
matter. I was clear headed enough to realize that the
man standing there wasn't Jack. Right away I felt a
sense of immanent danger, and that only served to
heighten my arousal.



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