Holly's Nightmare

[RainbowSky]

It is here - finally the sequel to Holly's fantasy. I have only written the first two chapters, but hopefully I will be able to spend a large portion of time writing during this lockdown. So here it is.

One
Holly’s POV

I came to, shivering in the cold. I was on my knees, my body forming a z shape. I swallowed hard, and realised that there was something tight obstructing my throat. It was cold and metal. Moving my hands up to my neck I felt it. A metal collar and it was attached to a metal bar screwed into the floor. I couldn't move my head an inch. My breasts felt tight so I moved my hands lower feeling two circular rings clamped around each breast and connecting the two rings was a small strip of metal, again attached to a metal bar screwed to the floor - forcing me to remain perfectly flat backed. Unable to bend to move my hands lower I had no idea the extent of the rest of the connections but I couldn't move my knees which suggested they were pinned down somehow. My hips had a metal ring surrounding them, which I assumed was again attached to a bar in the ground seeing as I couldn't move my hips lower or higher. I could feel that my holes were being forced open by speculums. The cold air was hitting the inside of me. I was trapped.

I tried to focus on my surroundings. There was a cold breeze coming from somewhere. The floor in front of my face appeared to be either wood or wooden effect lino. I could sense movement nearby. "Hello," I said quietly.

"Holly," a voice croaked back.

"Jack is that you?" I asked.

"Yes," he said. "You're awake finally." he added.

"Yeah, where are you and I?" I asked.

"It's not just us. Luke, Liam, George and Conor are here too. Lucy and Cara aren't," he said calmly.

"Hey Hols," Luke said, his voice shaking with emotion. "I'm sorry," he said.

"You have nothing to be sorry for. You tried to save me," I said.

"Yeah and I ended up handing all of us over to James. That's where we are. His house," Luke said. "And worse, he's got Saskia."

There was the sound of footsteps. “I wouldn’t say that me having Saskia is worse. I would say your lives are about to become worse,” a familiar voice said. The footsteps continued and two shiny black shoes came into view below my face. They stopped and a face appeared looking up at me. “Hello again Holly. You’ve finally come round.” There was a loud metallic click and my body suddenly sagged as the metal bands released and I was supporting my own body. I pushed back so I was sat upright with my bottom resting against my feet. I looked up at the familiar face.

“Mr Proud,” I said, my words twinged with anger and fury.

He chuckled and rolled his eyes. “From now on you will address me as Master or Sir, do you understand?” he asked me staring into my eyes.

I shook my head. “No. Luke is my Master. Not you,” I said stubbornly. Within seconds I was being yanked to my feet by my hair.

“Would you like to find out what happens if you say that again or fail to address me as Master?” he hissed angrily. I swallowed hard.

“No Sir. I’m sorry Sir,” I said apologetically. He let go of my hair and I let my head drop so I was staring at my feet.

“Better. Now show me some respect,” he demanded. I dropped to my knees and began kissing his shoes in a show of respect. “Wonderful. So you do know the proper way to behave. Maybe Luke did a better job with you than we initially thought. Stand up,” he said. I slowly stood up. “And bend over so I can inspect your orifices.” I swallowed the humiliation that was burning within me and bent over, allowing him an unrestricted view of my exposed holes. “hmm,” he said. A second later I felt very empty as the speculums were removed. There was silence. “Very well. I shall return in the morning. There are beds you can sleep on behind us,” he added before leaving. I stood up slowly and turned around to see the five boys – my fellow slaves Liam and George from the school and all three of our masters, Conor, Jack and Luke – sprawled out on three barrels of hay.

“Beds?” I said. They nodded. I walked over to the one Luke was sat on and sat down next to him, placing my hand in his. He smiled at me weakly as I lay down on the hay bale and closed my eyes ready to go to sleep.

[Sluttyslave418571]

I love this story. It is detailed and the (sort of) twist of the person who assaulted Holy not being look was great. Keep up the amazing work.

[RainbowSky]

Two

“Get dressed,” a voice said from somewhere near my head. There was a light thump as something was dropped on the floor and then footsteps as the person left. I blinked a couple of times trying to get the dust out my eyes. I yawned and sat up. Luke was already untangling himself from me and heading over to the parcels on the floor. Each one was labelled. He threw a package at me. I caught it and eyed it distrustfully. I didn’t want to put whatever it was on.

“What the hell?” Jack said loudly having ripped his open straight away. He was holding what can only be described as a leather harness in his hand, one that wouldn’t leave anything to the imagination. There was also a thick black eye mask as well. Conor quickly opened his as well and looked in horror at his identical package. Liam and George quickly opened theirs to find neon green mankinis and a black eye mask. I turned to Luke, scared to open mine. He nodded and I gingerly opened the package as Luke opened his. Luke had a pair of briefs designed to look like he was a ‘maid’. I carefully pulled out the black package inside mine. It felt plasticky. I opened it up to find out it was a black industrial sack with leg and arm hole cut into it. I frowned in confusion but dutifully stepped into it whilst the boys got changed. I sat back down on the hay bale and the boys copied. We sat in silence whilst we waited for ore information.

“I just don’t understand?” George muttered quietly.

“I don’t think any of us do George,” Conor answered gently. Mr Proud soon returned, glanced round at us, pleased to see we had done as instructed and then beckoned us to follow him. We all glanced at each other. I took a deep breath, on the closest hay bale I felt obligated to lead us all. I stood up and began to hurry after him. The others trailed behind. We walked out of the barn that we were being held in and across a muddy field. We could see a green and red farmhouse up ahead and all around us were various fields and barns and stables. It felt very rustic. I looked around to see if I could see any sort of escape route but nope, for miles it was just fields. No other houses or even a noticeable road. We were stuck. We got closer to the farmhouse but Jake suddenly veered left and we started going around the edge of it. I gasped. Hidden behind it was a very modern looking house, all glass windows and three stories. Next to it was a smaller one-story building. It was into this one we were led.

We walked through the doors and all of us froze. Inside were about a hundred other slaves. Most just wearing collars or nipple pasties to hide their private parts. Many more were on all fours and there was a cacophony of animal noises that made it hard to hear. He led us over to a desk. “These four to be sold,” he said pointing at Jack, Conor, George and Liam. My head whipped round to stare at them. That now explains the revealing costumes. If they were being sold, the buyers would want to see everything they were getting. Another person came over and led the four boys away from us without a word. We couldn’t even say goodbye. Luke wrapped his arms around me in a brief hug and smiled reassuringly. We followed Jake further through the auction house. We stopped at a refreshment bar. “Luke, you are to stay here. You will deliver any refreshments guests ask for and will be under the control of Master Leroy here. Anything he asks you to do, you do. Understood?” Jake asked. Luke nodded and meekly turned to Leroy to get briefed. Jake led me to a corner of the room and told me to stand there and not move. From inside his jacket he pulled out some duct tape, taped the arm and leg holes to my skin to keep them closed. “You’re the rubbish bin. Don’t move, don’t talk, don’t interact, and certainly don’t make a noise. I’ll be keeping an eye on you and will be asking for reports from those who have used you,” he said calmly. He then walked away and to the front of the auction room.

I watched on as he picked up a microphone. “Good morning and welcome to the 22nd auction event held here at Proud Farms. Most of you have been here before so you know the rules. Slaves will be brought out here, and bidding will begin. Remember it is cash or cheque payments only and transference of contracts will need to be signed. As usually we have our refreshment stand, this time with additional seat service. So, feel free to order, give your seat number and be waited on hand and foot. At the back of the room there is a trashcan so please put all rubbish in there rather than leave it behind.” At this all eyes turned to me. I felt my cheeks go a dark shade of pink and clamped my mouth together. “So, let’s begin. With lot 100. A newly trained cow who has been training for 18 months. Produces a gallon of milk a day. Let’s start at £100.”

I tuned out at this and closed my eyes. I didn’t want to witness this – it was horrific and so deeply unsettling. My body shivered as ice water was poured into my bag, but I kept my mouth and eyes firmly closed.

About two hours later and I felt disgusting. The bag was filled to just above my belly button with liquids, and food and rubbish and paper. It was smeared in my hair, on my face and smushed up against my crotch. I smelt very strongly and it was making me feel sick.

“Finally we come to the final 4 lots, added last minute as I gained custody of them only yesterday,” Jake said proudly. I opened my eyes. I knew who this was going to be. Did all that… only happen yesterday? The trial, the accusations, the reveal of the rape? It felt so long ago. A lifetime ago. I watched as George walked out. He had his blindfold on and wouldn’t be able to see who was buying him until it was too late. “Lot 198 is an experienced slave having been trained at the Academy for the past 4 years. We shall start the bidding at £150.” The price rocketed up quickly until it reached over £1000 and George was sold. Next came Liam who also sold for £1000. Then came Conor and finally Jack. Being masters rather than slaves there was less interest but both were sold to the same man who I heard laugh about how he was going to break them to teach them the lesson of serving. I could feel tears prickling at my eyes as I felt guilty for them all being here and sold. “That’s it for our auction today please do have a safe journey home and remember to tidy up your space using the bin at the back.” There was a lot of noise as everyone stood up. I closed my eyes quickly, too scared to see what was going to go into my bin bag dress. It was a constant deluge of food and drink being thrown and poured down the front of the bag. Many made sure it went over my head-first. Within a matter of moments I was shoulder deep in rubbish. I stretched my neck and tilted it back trying to ensure my head didn’t sink under the slowly building mound of rubbish. Finally, it stopped. There was silence in the auction house. I opened my eyes. Luke was stood shivering by the edge of the stage splattered in… something. I wriggled my neck and found that actually the food was still only shoulder high and my neck was clear.

“Right, follow me you two,” Jake said quickly as he came out of a back room. I took a tentative step forwards the weight of the bag making it difficult to move. Luke grabbed an arm to steady me and helped me shuffle outside. Jake walked us round the back to a big green rubbish bin. He placed a few steps at the base of it. Nobody moved. Jake looked at me with annoyance. “Well up you go Holly. If you step out of it here on the ground, the rubbish will all fall out the holes. You need to get in so that the rubbish is in the rubbish bin,” he said sarcastically. I swallowed back my retort and slowly made my way up the steps and then jumped off the top one into the empty metal can. Some of the food sloshed upwards and splattered my cheek. I gagged. I wriggled my arms and shoulders, loosening the tape and finally able to pull my arms and legs out the holes. I sat down and slithered out, knowing there was no easy way to get out. Just as I got out the lid of the bin slammed shut. I banged on it, panicked. My fear of small spaces suddenly crashing into me. The lid didn’t budge. I was trapped.

[RainbowSky]

Three
Luke’s POV

The lid slammed shut on Holly. Jake took a padlock and fastened it to the lid, securing it down. “NO!” I shouted. “Let her out! She hates small spaces. She’ll freak out,” I added. Jake snapped the padlock together and turned to look at me, hatred filling his eyes. He quickly covered the short distance between us in 2 paces and before I knew it my cheek was stinging.

“You do not question my teaching methods,” he growled in my ear. “You both belong to me, and I can treat you however I want.” He took a step back and smiled at me. “And right now, she’s your weakness. Holly is much more… pliable,” Jake explained calmly. “She fears getting hurt and wants to please everyone, so she will do as asked. You on the other hand were never particularly good at following Saskia’s tasks for you when you belonged to her. You are resilient. Resistant. You want easily hand control over to me. You are going to fight me; I can tell from the way you are standing.” I rolled my eyes, but he was sort of true. I was standing with my arms folded across my chest, my legs spread open in an easily defensible position. He was right that I didn’t want to do what he asked. “but Holly is your weakness. I can use her to get you under my control. She will be fine in here for the next few hours. The bin men came first thing this morning. They won’t be back for a few days,” Jake added. He turned on his heel and began walking away. I hesitated, unsure whether I should be following and not wanting to leave Holly. “Come along bitch,” Jake called over his shoulder and I knew I had to follow. He led the way back around the auction building and towards the farmhouse. He took a key out of his pocket and popped it into the shiny front door, turned the key and pushed it open.

I stepped up the few white wooden steps and into a marbled open entrance hall. I looked around in awe. The entrance hall was large There were three doors coming off the hall, one to the right, one to the left and one in the back-left corner. There was a wide spiral marbled staircase on the back-right hand side.

I stood awkwardly in the entrance hall, unsure what was expected of me. Jake spun on his heels to face me. “Welcome to my house,” Jake said proudly, “As I said, I will look after you will, if you follow my rules. So, here are some basic rules for being inside my house. First off, you strip naked the moment you step through the door,” Jake stated, looking at me pointedly. I glared but reluctantly pulled the briefs down and stepped out of them. “Well done, you are learning quickly. Second rule, you will always wear a collar whilst in the house, yours is the blue one on the peg.” My eyes flicked sideways to see a bright blue collar and a bright pink collar. I gritted my teeth together but sullenly walked over and attached the bright collar around my neck. It was about 2 inches wide of thick, bright sky-blue leather. It had a metal ring in the middle, a silver buckle at the back and about 5 silver ring holes for the buckle to attach to. I put it on the first ring. It was quite tight but not too tight that I couldn’t swallow. “Thirdly, you speak only when spoken to, unless in your room. Fourth anything I ask of you must be done, immediately. No hesitating. Now, let’s go for a tour.” He smiled brightly at me. He picked up a black leash, attached it to the ring of my collar and then wrapped it several times round his hand, forcing me closer to him. I could feel his breath on my cheek.

He tugged at the collar and began to lead me towards the door or the left but he quickly stopped and pointed to the door at the back. “That’s the basement. You’ll see what’s down there eventually,” he told me. He continued walking and I dutifully followed behind him, my thoughts elsewhere with Holly. He pushed the door open to a spacious, large living room. There were rugs over the floor, sofas and chairs scattered around, a large TV on the wall. There was a figure bent over double, dusting the skirting board behind one of the chairs. He stood up when she heard the footsteps and turned around quickly, keeping her eyes fixed firmly to the ground. She was wearing a sheer see-through maid’s outfit and was holding a feather duster in her right hand. I looked her over and then our eyes met.

“Saskia,” I breathed out suddenly. There was my older sister. Reduced to being a house servant for the prick in front of me. A hand swept across my cheek, leaving a ferocious red mark.

“You speak only when spoken to,” Jake reminded me. “But yes. Doesn’t your sister look so pretty?” he added. I refused to answer. He slapped me again and I nodded in agreement. Without another word he pulled on the leash and dragged me through the room and past my sister. I was led into the very large, warm, kitchen. There was a flurry of activity. About eight or nine young men and women scuttled around, wearing just aprons to cover their private parts. They were chopping and dicing and slicing and beating and stirring and boiling and mixing and baking and washing. It was all go. They looked exhausted, worn out, tired but they were smiling and that was a good sign. Off from the kitchen there was two doors. Jake pointed at the one by the back corner of the room. “That one leads to the servants quarters. They all have their own individual rooms and are well looked after here. You see it’s not as bad as you think,” he explained. He opened the door and I saw a long corridor that had several doors coming off each side and the corridor seemed to curve, explaining more rooms further down. He closed the door and then headed to the other door. He pushed it open and walked into a dining room. Down the middle was a long oak table with twelve oak high-backed chairs, one at each end and ten down the sides. In front of each chair was an immaculate looking set of silver and glassware, cutlery, and origami napkins. Along the walls were portraits of people. A lot of them looked like Jake so I assumed they were relatives. We swept through the dining room and out the door at the other end, which lead back to the entrance hall. With a tug of the leash he began to drag me up the stairs.

I trailed behind as we went up the marble staircase. We reached the landing which overlooked the entrance hall. There was more stairs to go up right next to where we were currently standing. We stepped out onto the landing instead. The shape of the landing was a square with a hollowed out middle, where the stairs went up and the landing overlooked the entrance hall I could see a large floor to ceiling window on the wall which would have been above the front door. I could then see 5 other doors leading off. We started by the window, he opened the door onto a big, airy open library. The shelves were packed with books from floor to ceiling and the big, open windows let in loads of natural light and a gentle breeze. He closed the doors and moved to the next door. This led to a very large, white open bathroom. There was a large double sink, a walk in shower and a separate bath. There was a toilet and a window that overlooked a flat roof of the floor below (presumably the kitchen or servant’s quarters) and a large, lush, green garden. He closed the door again and then rested a hand on the next door.

“This is my room,” he said. “This and my office are out of bounds unless you have very specific permission to be in them. Do you understand?” he demanded. I nodded once in agreement. He opened the door to show me the inside. I was expecting a very neutral, white like the rest of the house but was surprised to see a fiery red coloured carpet. The walls were a pale blue. There was a large double bed, a fitted wardrobe with sliding doors, a large chest of drawers and a door that I assume led to an en-suite. He closed the door and walked to the next one. “This is my office,” he said. We didn’t go in before we came to the final door on this floor. “This is your sister’s room,” he said opening it onto a pale blue carpet and walls. There was a double bed, lots of wardrobe and drawer space, a little table and chair. There was even a small sofa in there. I stared in awe. “See, your sister will be fine here.” We walked out and directly in front of the glass window. I looked out over the farm. There was so much space out there. I could see a herd of cow and sheep in the distance, the barn where we had been locked up prior to the morning’s activities. Was it only the morning still? So much had happened. We went up the stairs again. This time the floor was solid apart from there the stairs came up. There was again a large window and 5 doors. “These are various spare rooms and bathrooms for guests. I assume you are wondering where you are going to be living?” he stated. I nodded slightly. He took me over to the window. “A gentle reminder that if you or Holly disappoint me, you’ll end up back in that barn,” he said pointing at the draughty barn I’d seen earlier. I nodded again. He flicked a switch near the stairs and a slow growling noise began to rumble. A hatch started to pop open in the ceiling and a flight of stairs descended. “Up you go,” he said, pushing me forwards.

A/N: What do you think Holly and Luke's room should look like? I have some ideas already but I want to know if there is anything you would like in particular.

[RainbowSky]

Four
Holly’s POV

The lid slammed shut. I stood up and banged on the lid, trying to lift it, but it wouldn’t budge. It just wouldn’t move. I banged on the lid again, pushing with all my might, hoping it was just an accident. I screamed and yelled for help but there was no response. I walked to the far corner, and sat on the cold metal floor, pulling my knees up towards my naked chest. I shivered slightly. I could hear the muffled voices of Luke and Jake. I bowed my head and let the tears flow out. ‘What have I done to deserve this?’ I thought, my mind flitting back to the auction, trying to remember what I had obviously done wrong. I used the side of my hand to try and scrape some of the slime and food and water off my legs and body. The smell was disgusting, not just from the bin bag in the middle of the bin but it was radiating off my own skin. I swallowed hard, trying to keep the contents of my stomach down as I settled in for a long wait.

Luke’s POV
I eyed the stairs cautiously. They looked dangerous and precarious. I placed a foot on the wooden step and began to climb, super aware of the view that Jake would be getting as I climbed ahead of him. My head popped up into a dark room. I pulled myself onto the floor and waited patiently. Jake followed and went over to a wall to pull the curtains. My jaw dropped.

The sight was horrific. It looked like… like… I can’t even begin to describe it. The room was quite long but very narrow. It was rectangular with an approximate width of 10ft and length of 14ft. There were four walls, and two slanted ceilings that formed a point in the middle. It was sort of like standing in a misshapen pentagon (a miniature traditional pointed roof house shape). At the two ends there were small round windows, and there was a skylight in both ceiling slants. Even at the lowest point where the ceiling met the wall there was about 4ft of space so I could sit crouched down in it. It wasn’t so much the shape that was the problem, it was the room itself. The floor was plain wooden floorboards. From the trapdoor there was about 2ft of space until you met a smell metal bed frame – just large enough for a child to sleep on. Currently there was no mattress on it. The bed was pushed against the far wall directly underneath one of the round windows. At the other end of the room, under the other round room was a large chest of drawers but all the drawers were padlocked shut. There was just enough space between the trapdoor and the chest of drawers for someone to stand and fully open a drawer. On the left-hand side of the bed were two carboard boxes, filled to the brim with what looked like dirty, used clothing. On the right-hand side, there was a small wooden bucket, the sort you see pirates use on ships. But the most alarming thing of all was about 2ft in width, 5ft in length and 4ft high. It was placed against the right-hand side wall, short side against the wall. It was sort of in the gap between the bed and trapdoor – if the trapdoor and bed weren’t in the middle of the room. The opening was arched, and I peered inside to find a blanket lying on the inside. It was a doghouse.

Holly’s POV
It was getting warm in the trash can, the sun was obviously heating the metal sides. The smell of the rubbish was getting stronger and stronger and it was taking all my efforts not to heave. I heard metal clicking and quickly jumped to my feet, careful of hitting my head on the roof. The lid opened and I was blinded by the sun. But standing in the gap between the lid and the bin was a familiar face. “Saskia!” I cried out in relief. Her eyes darted down my filthy naked body until they settled on my eyes. “Help me out,” I asked. She shook her head sadly, opening the lid more and throwing in two black sacks full of rubbish in to join me.

“I can’t Hols,” she said quietly. “He’d find out and hurt us all,” she said softly. She held out a hand. In it was some chocolate biscuits that were individually wrapped. “I brought food though,” she added. I gratefully took the biscuits before Saskia closed the lid on me and locked it again. I slumped back in the corner of the trash can and began to carefully peel the packet open, determined not to touch the biscuit with my filth covered sticky hands. I bit into and it felt like my tongue exploded with the flavours. I swirled it around my mouth, determined to get the most out of the two biscuits I had.

Luke’s POV
“Well, do you like it?” Jake asked, a hint of something creeping into his voice.
“Holly and I both have to live here?” I asked in dismay.
He nodded. “Unless you prefer the barn of course,” he said calmly.
I swallowed hard. And nodded. I smiled up at him. “It’s lovely, thank you,” I said swallowing my pride down.
Jake smiled. “Excellent, well you stay here and get used to your new home. I’m going to pick up your little dirty cunt of a girlfriend and bring her back. Then I’ll explain the rules of the room to you and then maybe you might get some lunch. I know you haven’t eaten in over twenty four hours so you both must be starving. He began to climb back down the ladder. I knelt and peered over the trapdoor, watching him go. He got to the bottom, looked up at me and then pressed the button to retract the stairs. The trapdoor swung shut. I began feeling the walls and floor to see if there was a way to manual release the stairs from up here. But I came away with nothing.

[RainbowSky]

Five

Holly’s POV
I finished the biscuits and hid the plastic wrappers amongst the bin bag from earlier so I wouldn’t be caught with them. I was getting bored and tired when I heard the lock. I sprung to my feet ready for whoever it was.

The lid slowly lifted and I was stood in front of Jake. My hands instinctively moved to my crotch to try and hide it from his view – although what the point was I didn’t know. He’d already seen it many times before. He raised an eyebrow and my arms slinked back by my sides. Without a word, he threw the steps into the bin. I walked over slowly, worried I was about to become a victim of a nasty trick. When the lid didn’t slam shut again, I scrambled up the steps and over the edge of the bin, dropping onto the gravel below. I winced as a pointy stone dug into my foot. He reached in, grabbed the steps and placed them next to the bin before dropping the lid again.

He started to walk away and I knew I had no choice but to follow him. He led us off the gravel path and onto the dirt track that led to the barns. The path was lined with stone fences on either side with little metal gates that led to another track to the barns on both side. There were about 10 barns from what I could see – 5 on each side. He stopped at the first gate on the right, opened it and started to walk to the barn entrance.

On the ground to the left of the entrance of the barn was a concrete rectangle. Behind it attached to a wall was a tap with a hose pipe attached. I shivered. The water was going to be cold. He pointed to the rectangle with a long finger. “On all fours,” he commanded. I quickly obeyed, kneeling down onto the hard concrete, my face towards where he was stood. I heard the hiss of the water as it went down the pipe. It hit my side and my body tensed, my right side trying to move away from the water. He walked closer and began spraying my body at close proximity. He started with my head and shoulders and slowly worked his way down my back towards the top of my arse before going back again. He cleaned my arms, then used one hand to help rinse out my hair as he sprayed the water over my head. “Look up and close your eyes,” he said. I took a deep breath keeping my lips firmly closed, closed my eyes and then looked up. The water peppered my face and I winced in pain. I could feel the grime being cleaned off though for which I was grateful. He then started moving back down my back to spray my feet and then my legs and backs of my thighs. He placed a hand on my lower back and then began to spray my ass cheeks with the hose. I was shivering as the water dripped off me. He then used his hand to part my cheeks ensuring that the water cleaned right into my crack. I felt the water leave my arse and then felt it spraying against my stomach. With my face hanging down I could see his knees to see he was crouched. He washed my stomach and neck before focusing on my breasts, giving each one a long wash, and each nipple extra focused attention that had me whimpering. He then moved the hosepipe down and towards my crotch. My whimpering got worse before he’d even sprayed it. He turned it off. “Stand up, legs apart,” he said. I quickly scrambled to my feet. He then turned the hose back on and sprayed the front of my legs that had been on the ground, he then stepped closer to me so that we were only an inch away from touching. He brought the hose pipe towards my crotch and began rinsing it off. He then parted my pussy lips to clean in there. He then focused the spray some more and held it against my clit for 10 seconds. I moaned, my back arching in arousal. “Bend over,” he said, “so your hand are holding your ankles.” I obeyed, wondering what was happening next. I felt the water against my anus and closed my eyes in anticipation. I felt it push against until the tip of the hose was in and the water was rushing into my ass hole. I clenched, the cold water making me gasp. He walked away into the barn to get something. When my stomach was beginning to cramp he took the hose out and I felt another round plastic thing being pushed at my entrance. I bit my lip as it was pushed further and further in, getting wider and wider. My hole was on fire. Eventually it was stopped being pushed but it felt like there was a lot not in. “Stand up,” he commanded. I did so and glanced towards the gap between my legs. Sticking out of my arse was a plastic champagne bottle, the base of it too wide to get in. Without a word he set off again. I waddled after him, clenching my muscles to prevent the bottle slipping, which in turn was causing the enema to give me more pain. We walked back down the path and towards the farmhouse.

He stopped on the steps. “Crouch down so the base of the bottle is on the ground,” he said without even turning behind him to look at me. I swallowed and did as asked. “Push the enema out but do not stand up, you should remain as you are, the liquid should go into bottle,” he said. I swallowed but unclenched my ass cheeks, I felt the flood of water rush out into the bottle. I could hear it splashing. Once it was all out, I stayed crouched. “Stand up and take it out,” he said. I stood up, letting the bottle slide out of me. He picked the bottle up, inspected it and raised an eyebrow before opening the door.
I stepped in. “Rules for being inside my house: you strip naked the moment before you step through the door, you will always wear a collar whilst in the house, yours is the pink one on the peg, you speak only when spoken to, unless in your room and finally anything I ask of you must be done, immediately. No hesitating,” he rattled off seeming almost bored. I quickly walked over to the peg and picked up the pink collar. On the silver bone tag there were two words written. One side had WHORE written across it, the other had CUNTOSAURUS on it. I didn’t question I just did. He then beckoned me to follow him as he gave me a quick tour around the house, explaining his room and the office were out of bounds unless given permission. We got to the top floor and I hadn’t seen Luke. I also hadn’t seen where I was going to be living. There was a whirring noise as a trapdoor above us lowered revealing stairs into the attic. No words were needed as I began to climb up the stairs to the top.