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"Ronald E Baker" <vh-gjy@bigpond.com> wrote in message
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> I had gone for an interview, but I didn't bargain on what I got. Let's go
> back a few days. I had seen an advert in the local paper for a
receptionist,
> and although I didn't know the company I thought I would give them a try.
I
> phoned for an interview, and explained that I would be able to start
> immediately. I was given a time, and the address to go to. I put on my
best
> clothes and rushed off full of hope, but with just a tinge of caution. I
was
> later to realize that I should have heeded that tinge of caution, and how!
>
> Well I arrived on time, and after filling in a form I was shown into a
real
> bright office where this quite charming man offered me a seat. I can just
> barely remember sitting down and feeling a slight prick in my shoulder.
Then
> it was total blackness until I came round, I was naked and trussed up like
a
> chicken, and laying on a dirty old blanket. And to add to my humility I
had
> a ball gag in my mouth. Yes I know all about ball gags! My EX (I can't
> emphasize the EX too much!) boyfriend was
> fond of using one on me to shut me up when I complained too much.
>
> As I laid there I began to question how I had got into this predicament.
The
> only thing I could remember was the bright office, and being offered a
seat.
> From there on it was just a blank. I decided to look around in the dim
glow
> of a very low wattage bulb. To my surprise there were several other girls
> there, and like me they were all trussed up like chickens. One of the
girls
> looked in a bad way, so bad that she died sometime during the night. At
> least I think it was night as the light went out leaving us all in
darkness.
>
> I had to admit life didn't look too good. Just what kind of trouble I was
> in, or for that matter just where I was; was a matter I didn't want to
think
> about. Still I was alive, and I guess that
> must count for something. However escaping looked like a no win situation
> too. Shit, damn and fuck it! Yes I am no lady, and I can swear and curse
and
> use obscenities when the situation requires it! But in this case, and with
> the ball gag in my mouth, no one would hear me.
>
> Well I guess I must have slept for awhile because the next thing was
someone
> shaking me quite hard. and I found the ball gag gone from my mouth, but I
> also
> found that I had been blindfolded. Some sort of plate was put in front of
> me, not
> that I could see it, but I could smell something (and it was not a great
> smell I can tell you!). Warmed up crap by the smell I thought. Still
better
> crap than nothing I thought, but then came the problem of how to eat it. I
> ended up just sticking my face down and trying to find the food. I guess I
> found it somehow, and despite the awful smell it didn't taste too bad, but
> then I guess I would have eaten anything being so hungry. I just wished
> that there had been some water as well, but no luck there.
>
> I suppose it was about an hour later that someone came back and collected
> the plates. I guess it was an hour, but who knows as it could have been
> longer or shorter. But then a few minutes later someone came back and
> removed the blindfolds and put the ball gags back in. Who it was I don't
> know as the light had been switched off, but what I do know was those
awful
> ball gags were put back in place. Hell, I hated ball gags! Too many bad
> memories of my EX boyfriend. But as whoever it was left the light came
back
> on. Dim though it may be it was a little comforting if nothing else.
>
> At sometime during the night someone had come in and removed the dead
girl.
> I wasn't sorry as the thought of being there with a corpse wasn't my idea
of
> a fun way to spend the day or night come to that.
>
> And so the days passed, with the only problems being a complete lack of
> toilet facilities, not that we, that is the other girls and I couldn't
have
> used them being tied up as we were, but the stench was getting real bad!
> Also the complete lack of exercise. It seemed every hour or so I was
getting
> cramps. These varied from quite mild
> to excruciatingly painful. Added to that was the ever present ball gag
that
> prevented my screaming with the pain.
>
> Several days (?) later, well I suppose it was several days going by the
> light going on and off the door was opened and several men (?) came in and
> started hosing everyone down. Oh! What a relief! I had never thought cold
> water could be so welcoming, but it sure was, and then the floor was hosed
> down too. Then we were all untied and our arms pulled up behind our backs
> and chained to leather collars around our throats. Yes I know this is
> awfully uncomfortable, but when you have had a sadist boyfriend nothing is
> too uncomfortable compared to what he did to me. The ball gags were left
in
> place.
>
> We were not given anything to dry our selves, but of course with your
hands
> up behind your back you couldn't do anything about that anyway. Oh shit I
> thought, what the hell comes next? Perhaps we were going to be beaten just
> for the sadistic pleasure of some idiot; or perhaps raped and tortured.
Hell
> I was past caring anyway; so let them do what ever they want; I would show
> them I was no easy push over. We were then chained to each other in a
line,
> and led out of the door.
>
> From there we went up and down stairs, and along long winding corridors. I
> was in the lead; hell knows why, just my luck I guessed. I never have been
> lucky, so being first was just another example of my inherent bad luck.
>
> Eventually we ended up in some dark miserable hole of a room. I guessed
this
> was some sort of holding cell or room, and I wasn't wrong either. At this
> point we were separated. Jeez, just
> standing there while a group of men prodded and pried at us was sure no
fun.
> However they finally finished, and I was as sore as hell from the poking
and
> prying. In particular my anus; it seemed every one of the men had taken a
> delight in checking my anus. It was well stretched anyway from my EX
> boyfriend who delighted in using my anus dry, and yes that is PAINFUL! So
if
> anyone thinks of trying dry penetration, forget it ! It really is just too
> painful to even think about.
>
> By now I can assure you I was totally pissed off. Yes, totally,
absolutely,
> completely pissed off. Hell, if I wasn't chained up like this I can assure
> you I would have put up a fight, and believe me I can fight when I have
too,
> but after the days in the cell or room or what ever shitty name you like
to
> call it; I don't think I would have lasted thirty seconds before I was
well
> and truly beaten
>
> At this point there was a lot of money changing hands, and I do mean a lot
> of money. Oodles and oodles of it, and in used notes too as far as I could
> see. Guess no one wanted it tracing back to them! Funny thing is I didn't
> recognize the money. Could have been Chinese or whatever, not that at that
> moment that I could have cared less about it.
>
> With the deal completed we were led outside. Oh the
> delicious smell of fresh air! Yes real fresh air! I guess after all the
days
> of that stinking room, and the memories of the dead girl too, fresh air
was
> something to be enjoyed even if only for a few seconds, and that was
> literally all we got. Still even those few seconds were a blessing! Then
we
> were bundled into some sort of bus, and chained to seats. Well I suppose
you
> could call them seats. I have sat on park benches that have been more
> comfortable, and that is saying something for our local park I can tell
you.
> One thing I noticed was that the steering wheel was on the right instead
of
> the left. Strange I thought, but I guess I was just past caring.
>
> There was a sudden bang and rattle, and we were moving. By the feel of the
> road we were out in the country somewhere as it sure felt like a dirt
road.
> As we drove along I started thinking about what was to become of me. At a
> guess it was going to be somewhere between heaven and hell, I doubted that
> there was much
> in-between. Oh shit, damn, fuck and blast; why hadn't I thought more about
> going after that job? Well I had! And I guess I could only blame myself
for
> that, and thinking back to the questions on the form, well some of them
had
> been a little strange. I don't know why they seemed strange; they just
were.
>
> Somewhere along the way the ball gags had been removed, not that I knew
> when as I must have dozed off for a while, for the next thing I knew
> was this filthy character shaking me and telling me to shift my ass (He
> pronounced it arse) or he
> would shift it for me. I stumbled out of this filthy vehicle. It looked
like
> we were in a park, but I could see a big house in the distance, and, yes,
> there was a big car driving towards us. It stopped beside us and this
> chauffeur got out and opened the rear door. WOW! This lady stepped out.
Well
> talk about drop dead gorgeous, nothing, but nothing could have prepared
me,
> or for that matter any of us for this lady. A pale cream silk dress
enclosed
> a figure that I would have died for (incidentally I don't think she had a
> stitch on underneath it, and if she did it sure as hell didn't show). I
took
> another look at her as she looked us over, and I put her age at late
> thirties, or possibly early forties. She stepped back a little, and in
just
> about the loveliest, low pitched voice said "Welcome ladies, the house you
> see will be your home for the next few years. Enjoy your stay here and
there
> will be no problems. You will be well fed, well clothed and well looked
> after, but I must warn you that you should put any thoughts of leaving
right
> out of your heads. Punishment will be swift and very severe!" "Do you
> understand?" As one we all nodded. Hell I thought, no I'm not going to
> tangle with this lady. She went on to say "Incidentally should you leave
the
> house for any reason, you will remove your clothing first, after all being
> naked will soon become quite normal as you will soon find out, please do
not
> let me down."
>
> With that she turned and entered the car, but then changed her mind and
> stepped back out and said "I am Lady Helen, but should you wish to speak
to
> me you will address me as Madam, do you understand that?" I looked at her
> and said " Madam. Excuse me Madam, but I am very close to my period." She
> looked at me, and in that lovely voice said "Yes my dear, that will be
taken
> care of. Tampons I presume?" "Yes Madam, if that pleases you" I quickly
> replied. Another girl spoke up " Madam. Excuse me Madam, but my period has
> just started. Please may I have some Tampons too?" " Yes, of course my
dear"
> came the reply in that quiet soft voice. And with that she entered the car
> and it drove away quite silently except for the slight crackle of the
gravel
> driveway, leaving us just standing there. Incidentally, the car was a
Rolls
> Royce, not that has any bearing on this story except to accentuate the
> quality of the position we were in. Oh, and the Rolls Royce was gold and
> pale cream, but the relevance of that would only become clear later on
>
> I looked at the other girls, and we all turned and started walking towards
> the house. But as we did a little mini bus came down the drive and met us.
> Like the Rolls Royce it was gold and pale cream. The significance of this
> was not at first apparent.
> Two elderly, but cheerful, ladies got out and ushered us into the bus,
> releasing the chains that still held are arms high up behind us as we got
> in.
>
> We were driven to the rear of the house and helped out as some of the
girls
> were a little unsteady on their feet. We were ushered into the rear of the
> house, and it was a case of WOW as we took in the luxury of the house.
There
> was gold everywhere, and what wasn't gold was pale cream silk. At a guess
> this house was only for the mega rich! I quickly thought that whatever the
> clients were paying, it was not going to be cheap!
>
> We all just stood there slack jawed, taking in the splendor of this place
as
> the two elderly ladies measured us. I guessed we were being measured for
> dresses, and I wasn't wrong as I later found out! The only peculiarity was
> that they didn't take our bust measurements, still that was OK by me, as
my
> nipples were a little sore from the examination we had been given before
we
> came here.
>
> After that we were shown to what were to be our rooms. WOW! In fact mega
> MEGA WOW! The same pale cream silk on the walls, accentuated by gold trim.
> Even the bedding was pale cream linen, and on the bed was a (again!) pale
> cream silk covered folder with a family crest on it. This was LUXURY, real
> LUXURY! Luxury I could take too very easily.
>
> I flopped onto the bed and opened the folder. The first thing I read was
> that the house was called Weatherby House, and underneath was some sort of
> family crest. Now this shook me as I am an American girl, and the position
I
> had applied for was in America! Shit, fuck, damn and blast, how the hell
did
> I get here I asked myself? Still I thought, it could have been worse, like
> some flea bitten brothel in some Latin country. I turned the page and
there
> was a lot of detailed writing, but I guess I was a little tired as all the
> letters seemed to run into one another, so I just dozed off, until I felt
> someone gently shake my shoulder. It was one of the other girls and she
laid
> on the bed next to me, and then she put her arms around me, kissing me oh
so
> tenderly that I nearly fainted with the unexpected pleasure. I responded
as
> I felt her fingers exploring my body, and then I felt her fingers
caressing
> my breasts. My nipples hardened at the exciting pleasure as her lips left
> mine and found my nipples. OK, so what if I am bisexual! There is nothing
> quite like the gentle touch of another . I responded as
> gently as I could, only to be interrupted by the voice of Lady Helen
saying
> "Now girls that sort of thing is for the paying clients, so stop or I will
> have to punish you, and you will recall what I said about punishment!"
"Yes
> Madam" we both said as we sat up on the bed. Ouch! I just didn't want to
> even think about whatever form the punishment might be, except I knew it
> would be painful!
>
> The girl opened the door and as she stepped through it she looked back
over
> her shoulder and smiled as she blew me a kiss, and then she was gone. But
my
> heart soared just knowing that someone cared about me.
>
> A few minutes later a male voice came over the hidden speaker telling us
> that Lady Helen wished to speak to us in five minutes time, oh and please
do
> not be late or you will be punished. You will find dresses and sandals
under
> your beds, oh, and it is in the library, the voice concluded. In two
seconds
> flat I was looking under the bed where I found a box with just about the
> most incredibly daring cream silk dress. I say incredibly daring as it was
> to all intents 'TOPLESS!', and the back was cut so low I knew the crack
> between the cheeks of my ass must be showing. And all that would hold the
> dress up was two incredibly thin straps. The hem just about brushed the
> floor. And as to the sandals; well I have
> seen some pretty high heels in my time, but with these I would be
> standing on the tips of my toes as they were that high! And of course the
> sandal were gold to compliment the cream dress
>
> I guess it took me all of two minutes to wriggle into the dress and slip
the
> sandals on. Hell I didn't have any underwear, and as we had been advised
> that most of the time we would be naked, then who was I to care? Mind you
a
> G string would have been nice, even if we were not going to be wearing
bras!
> Still I guess it was a case of take it or else risk being punished, and I
> didn't want to think about that.
>
> I stepped out into the corridor to find one girl there already, and we
were
> soon joined by the others. We all stood there in uncertainty as to which
way
> we should go when we heard the male voice again telling us that the
library
> was to our left, and that we were running late! Shit I thought, these
> threats are getting a bit too much.
>
> We all started to walk down the corridor when that male voice came again
> telling us we were going in the wrong direction, and that we were now
quite
> late. Shit, I again thought! Hell, it can't be five minutes already, but I
> guess it was. Anyhow we found the library and filled in, and there was
Lady
> Helen sitting there on a lounge. The look on her face was anything but
> pleasant, and she was tapping the side of her foot with a really wicked
> looking cane. "Ladies" she said, "I said five minutes, and here you are
> twenty seconds late! Do you have any excuses?" There was a slight pause,
and
> then she went on, "No I thought not!" "Well you are going to be caned for
> this". Somehow I managed to speak up, "Madam, please forgive us, we are
not
> yet familiar with the layout of the house, and we went the wrong way.
Madam
> we are truly sorry and beg you to forgive us!" Hell, I was getting good at
> this groveling game! "NO" came her sharp reply, "I will not forgive you.
> Discipline in this house is paramount." Ouch I thought, this is going to
> hurt, knowing that I had never been caned in my life. Oh fuck I thought,
> just grin and bear it. "And you could easily have asked; you only had to
> speak and you would have been given directions, so you only have
yourselves
> to blame!"
>
> "Now stand in a line about a meter apart, and bend over and lift your
> dresses up. I do so like to have a clear view of your backsides. And if
any
> of you make any sounds you will receive extra strokes. Do I make myself
> clear?" We nodded silently, not daring to breath as we, or rather I,
> mentally prepared for the stinging pain I knew I was about to receive. And
> then it came! One violent stinging slash after another. After the first
few
> I just didn't feel any more. It was mind numbing! And so it went on until
I
> had received twenty strokes, and by then I was on the verge of feinting.
The
> pain was so intense. And so it went on and on with some of the girls
> screaming with the pain, and of course that brought them extra strokes.
One
> extra stroke for every scream. One girl feinted, and two of us were told
to
> hold her up while the last of her strokes were administered. Shit, why did
I
> always get these jobs I thought as I helped hold her up. Hell, my own ass
> was on fire as it was. And so it went on and on until every girl had been
> caned, with the extra strokes for those who had made a noise.
>
> "Now." said Lady Helen, "Wasn't that fun?" "Yes Madam." We all spoke as
one,
> despite the pain! Oh, the awful, awful pain!
>
> "Right, now you now know what to expect in future if you are late for
> anything, and I mean anything!" "And any other thing else that displeases
me
> too will result in a caning, and believe me I do enjoy caning your lovely
> bottoms. So be warned!" "Now as to your duties here." "You are
prostitutes,
> although I prefer the word 'Courtesans.' And you will be expected to
behave
> accordingly. Some of you may recognize some of the people who come here,
but
> you will never acknowledge that under any circumstances." "Do I make
myself
> clear?" "Yes Madam." We replied as one. Shit I thought, supposing it's
some
> film star, or perhaps a politician, not that I knew anything politics in
> England, although I had a vague idea that they had a Prime Minister
instead
> of a President, and that there was Queen of England. "Oh, and the tails
you
> see on my desk." "You will insert them, and wear them at all times, or you
> will be punished, do you understand?" "Yes Madam" we all replied like a
lot
> of Parrots as we stepped forward to take a tail each. Oh, it felt funny
as
> I slid the tail in, but they had been well lubricated. Not like that cruel
> bastard of my EX boyfriend, and his insistence of always taking me dry.
> Incidentally the tails were of cream and gold silk ribbons.
>
> Lady Helen went on, "You have temporary dresses, but new ones are being
> made for you, and as to your sandals; you will wear them at all times
unless
> you are personally requested to remove them by your guest or client."
"Doyou
> understand?" "Yes Madam" We all replied at once. Shit I thought, prancing
> around in these super high heels is not going to be fun! "Next thing is
to
> introduce you to the other girls here." "I can assure you that they are
all
> very happy here, despite the fact that I enjoy caning them to keep them on
> their
> toes." And so we went off to meet the other girls; though they were not
all
> there as some of them were 'entertaining' to put it politely.
>
> As we turned to leave I said "Madam, if it pleases you Madam," "may I ask
> if you would pair me with the lady I who was in bed with me." "Then we
could
> have threesomes with the guests or clients." "If that would please you
> Madam." Lady Helen looked at me, and I thought "Oh shit now I really have
> done it. The look on her face was blacker than black, but then it
lightened
> slightly, and she said "I will think about it," and with that Lady Helen
> turned and walked away.
>
> We just stood there a little uncertain of what we were supposed to do
next,
> but that male voice came over the air telling us we were to return to our
> rooms and wait there for further instructions. Oh shit! I was getting
tired
> of that voice as I was sure the others were too.
>
> "Move it ladies" came that, now thoroughly obnoxious male voice, and I
> thought
> one day I am going to find you and shove my hand down your throat and pull
> your guts out.
>
> And so we returned to our rooms, and I caught up on reading the folder.
>
> It seemed like minutes later, although it was probably nearer an hour,
that,
> cold imperious male voice cracked out telling me I was wanted in the
library
> at once, and to move it, or else! Within seconds I was off the bed and
> heading for the library just as fast as these damned high heels would let
> me. It seemed only a minute and I was knocking on the library door, and
> there was that obnoxious voice telling me to enter. Ah ha I thought now
I'm
> going to see the face of THAT voice! I opened the door and stepped inside,
> and wouldn't you know it I almost curtsied. Don't ask me why. Just one of
> those things I guess! But I just managed to stand there as Lady Helen
looked
> at me. There was not the blackness in her looks now, but just a certain
> depth that I couldn't fathom. Oh shit I thought as I saw that dreaded cane
> on her desk. Hell, I thought, I hope she isn't going to cane me again as I
> was sure I couldn't take another caning. Not at this time anyhow!
>
> Lady Helen looked at me and said "This idea of threesomes, how does the
> other girl think about it?" "Madam, I will be honest, I don't know, but I
> have every reason to think that she will enjoy the idea, if that would
> please you Madam." As Lady Helen sat there looking at me I managed to take
a
> quick look around the room, but the owner of the male voice was nowhere to
> be seen. But mentally I thought you can run, but you can't hide forever,
and
> I will find you one day. Lady Helen looked at me and said "If you are
> looking for Horace I can assure you that you will never find him, no
matter
> how hard you try. You see Horace is invisible to all but me, and I will
> never reveal Horace to anyone, will I Horace?" "Madam, no, I sincerely
hope
> not Madam." came that voice, that dreaded voice.
>
> It was then that I had the idea that Horace didn't really exist, and that
> Lady Helen was in actual fact 'Horace', though how she was doing it
baffled
> me. So I thought let her play her games, for I had rumbled her little
trick.
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