Holly's Fantasy
 

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Chapter one

Holly opened one bleary eye from her night's sleep. She felt that something was wrong but she wasn't sure what. With one eye still pushed against the pillow she glanced around her bedroom. Her posters and pictures were still in the right places, her bags strewn across the floor, her jumpers hanging up on the door. She turned over in her bed, swapping her open eye. Her desk still covered in her work and... a man in her bed with her.

'Ah, that's what's wrong,' Holly thought to herself. Holly slowly shuffled away from the unknown man and towards the edge of the bed. She slipped out from under the covers and headed towards the door leading to her student flat hallway. As she got to the door she heard voices outside, unfamiliar voices. She froze at the door and took a deep breath.

She reached out a pale hand and grabbed the door handle tentatively. She pushed downwards and opened the door a crack to see out. She didn't see the usual pale yellow walls and arched door frames of her flat. Instead she saw soldered steel flooring, grey metal walls and what looked like a reinforced steel roof. Not only that but directly outside her door were two security guards. She shook her head and gently closed the door quietly. She stared round her room. It was so strange, her room looked like it had been transposed somewhere else. She leant her hand on her wall, against her favourite poster and froze.

She stared at her hand on the wall and gently pulled it away before turning it to face her. Her hand was covered in paint, paint designed to look like her bedroom walls and posters. In fact, the whole room; floor, ceiling and walls were painted to look like her room. The gap in the wall, that was supposed to be her wardrobe filled with clothes and shoes was just really good 3D painting made to look like it.

The only thing in the room except her was the bed and the man. A breeze passed her shoulders and she shivered. She wondered why she felt so cold. She glanced down and swallowed. The reason she was so cold was the lack of clothes she was wearing. Her nipples on her breasts were standing to attention. She glanced round the room looking for her purple dress and underwear. It wasn't under the bed and it wasn't anywhere in the room. Holly felt panic settle in her stomach. She was naked, and the 'wardrobe' was useless at providing clothing to cover her.

She stared at the unknown man in her bed. He had light brown hair that was kind of floppy and he looked really peaceful asleep. He looked about her age, 20 or 21. Deciding that if she didn't want to freeze Holly was going to get back into bed. She lifted up the duvet but the moment she sat down, two deep green eyes opened and stared at her. He was awake.

Chapter 2
 

Chapter Two

Holly looked startled. The man grinned. He sat up slowly until his chest and upper body were out from under the duvet and he was resting against the metal headboard. “Good morning Holly. Or would you like me to call you Alicia2809star?”*

Holly’s heart sunk. She still didn’t know who this man was but she now had a better idea of what she was doing here. “Where am I?” she asked her voice quivering slightly as the green eyes bored into her naked body.

The man pulled a face and tutted.* “Oh dear Holly. You can't even answer a simple question. Maybe we should explain some rules to you,” he said, his voice husky but serious. He clapped his hands together twice and the door of the bedroom burst open.

In came 7 or 8 people, wheeling in a massive table. The table was made of 8 inches of cold metal, mostly likely aluminium but was about 5ft off the ground. Holly could tell that when she stood next to it, only her head would be above the edge of the tabletop. The tables legs were adjustable, she could see pins and positions they could be put in. But what scared her the most about the table was that the top was covered with multiple metal loops, hooks, cuffs and fabric straps. It looked exactly how she would imagine a torture table to look like. The table was placed in the room and the people stood around, seemingly preparing for something.

Then Holly noticed the bright spotlight in the middle of the floor about a 2 meters wide in diameter and about a meter away from both the end of the bed and the wall. She turned to stare at the man next to her. She opened her mouth to ask what was going on but a finger was placed against her lips.*

“Hush Holly. Now, go and stand in the spotlight,” he said.

Holly glanced at it, then at the table, then the spotlight, and then the man. “And if I don’t?” she asked sounding more confident than she felt.

The man’s finger dropped to her wrist and she felt sharp nails digging in. “Let’s just say if you don’t,* it will be all the worst for you,” he said. Holly looked into the face and could see he meant the threat. Deciding not to push her luck too early on she rose from the bed, only to cover her breasts and vaginal area from view with her hands. “Don’t be so shy Holly, soon that won’t be an option for you.” Holly threw him a glare and then proceeded to shuffle carefully across the painted floor to the spotlight.*

Holly eventually made it to the middle of the spotlight. She felt every person in the room looking at her. "Excellent work Holly. Now I want you to put your hands behind your head," he said. Holly glanced round the room, catching the looks on some of the people's faces. She was scared of doing as instructed but she was more scared of saying no. Crossing her legs tight to prevent her vagina being on display, Holly slowly raised her arms above her head, interlocking her hands together and then placed them on the back of her head. She shivered slightly. There was nothing she could do to stop her breasts being on show. "Good. Now, a slightly more challenging task. Spread your legs such that each of your feet is at the edge of the spotlight.

Holly glanced at the floor and swallowed hard. A 2m distance between her feet would result in about a 50cm gap between her thighs. As a dancer she knew she could do this but... it was also going to leave her vulnerable, unable to stop whatever he wanted.

Chapter 3
 

Chapter three

Holly swallowed hard but reluctantly shuffled her whole body to the right hand side of the circle, placing her right foot on the edge of the light. She turned her head to stare at the other side of the circle, calculating in her head.

Being a dancer Holly could do full splits, but this... a 2m gap between her feet, a greater than 50cm gap between her thighs, her crotch was going to be very low to the ground and... well very gapy from spreading so far. Holly glanced around the room, watching the people in there with her. No-one was looking at her, only the guy she'd woken up next to.

Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, Holly began to walk her left foot away from her and towards the far side of the spotlight. She was halfway when her thighs began to burn. She was three quarters of the way when her calf joined in burning in pain. Her toe was inches away from the other edge when her crotch began to ache from being stretched and forced open. Her feet were burning from trying to keep a grip. Holly's tiptoe crossed the line and Holly had to start breathing quite shallowly. Everything was burning and aching. Her back was bent and she was hunched over, trying to keep back the pain and hold the position for as long as she could.

The man got off the bed and Holly was relieved to see that despite not wearing a top he was dressed in boxers and jeans. "Stand up straight Holly," he said walking towards her and placing one hand on her chest, just below her boobs an one on her back. He pushed upwards. Holly felt her back straighten and the pain shot upwards. She bit her lips, scared to cry out in pain, tears welling in her eyes. When he was happy with her straight back, he let go of her. "Now stay like that," she said. Holly, who had closed her eyes in pain said nothing in reply. "Open your eyes, I want to see your reactions," he said. Holly shook her head. She couldn't. She knew the pain she was feeling would be reflected there. He grabbed her breast and twisted it hard, causing Holly to gasp in shock. "I said OPEN YOUR EYES!" he shouted at her.

Holly whimpered in pain and prised her eyes open so she was staring at the man's face. He'd crouched down to punish her. "Good girl," he said, calmer now that Holly had done as asked. He let go of her breast and Holly wanted to rub it better, but knew better than to remove her hands from her head. She stared forwards as the man stood up fully and walked around her, inspecting every aspect of her exposed body. "I like the fact you shave. Everywhere except arms and head. That's a good start. Bit bristly but that can easily be sorted," he said as he walked until he was stopped directly in front of her again, his crotch level with her eyes. He crouched down in front of her. He was holding a white rubber glove. He stared into her eyes and as he did so, he pulled the glove onto his right hand. Holly's eyeline wandered to the glove, her tension increased. She was getting more and more anxious about why she was there.

Holly watched the hand move to her crotch. One of the white fingers rested on her clit, the rest cupped her sex gently. "Holly I want you to look into my eyes," the man said. Holly dragged her eyeline of the glove and back up into the deep green eyes. "Now, I'm about to explain what happened last night and why you are here. But while I'm doing that I will be giving you a thorough examination. Fail it and... well let's just say the consequences won't be pretty." At this, the finger slid of her clit and rammed into her anus. Holly gasped in pain, her anus clenching as she learnt the story.

Chapter 4
 

Chapter four

Holly had known from the moment the man had called her Alicia2809star that she was in trouble but just how much trouble was now being revealed to her. Upon starting at university, Holly had learnt about some... unusual... things during multiple games of 'Never Have I Ever'. Intrigued by them she'd gone searching on the internet and stumbled across an advice room, a place she could freely ask the stupid but intimate questions she had burning away inside her.

The guy she'd been speaking to... well she knew him as Damon18 but watching the guy in front of her talk she realised Damon probably wasn't his real name, just part of his username, the same way she chose Alicia to hide her identity. Holly thought about her own perceptions of 'Damon'. She certainly hadn't expected him to be so young, or so good looking. She'd thought of a slightly older pervy man trying to use her innocence to get off. Its why she'd been so careful in keeping her personal details secret. Turns out, she hadn't done that great a job.

"You gave me very limited information Holly. But you had told me your university, and hey... guess what? We go to the same one," 'Damon' explained. Holly shuddered at the thought that he could have been watching her all this time. It was quickly followed by a wince and a jolt as the anal fingering continued. He was no longer using just one finger, she wasn't quite sure but there was definitely at least three fingers in her asshole. It was painful but she didn't cry out. She was silently crying in pain watching 'Damon' explain why she was there.

"You know all those naughty little messages I sent you? Telling you to do little tasks?" he asked. Holly nodded miserably. "Well I knew vaguely where you'd be so I'd go and see who did what I'd asked. You always looked so suspicious Holly. And after figuring you were who I'd been talking to, it was easy to track down more information," he explained. "You lost your student card for a few days didn't you? I stole it. And then I had your name, your student number, everything I needed to track you down on the uni system. But still not your address."

"So I invited you to play that little betting game with me," 'Damon' explained. "You see I'm part of a little group of people who... well are slightly sadistic. By the way this is going to hurt." There was a feeling of emptiness and then a grunt from 'Damon'. Holly's mouth opened in surprise and her breathing rose rapidly. He had his entire fist in her arse and was pounding with his entire strength. Holly had never felt anything so painful. The tears were free flowing by now, she'd given up trying to hide her pain.

"The moment you logged in, your IP address was saved. Then whenever your IP address connected to the internet I could track where you were," 'Damon' continued explaining in between grunts as he pounded her. "Eventually I found your actual address and posing as a plumber when you had that water supply issue, your flatmates let me in. I got pictures of your room and headed back here, to HQ. You see you're not the only prisoner here, no your MY only prisoner, but in cells exactly like yours are about 20-30 other girls. Girls just like you. Actually maybe not, they all knew what they were getting into. Your innocence is what attracted me to you." He went silent.

Holly bit her lip. She had questions to ask but was scared that if she opened her mouth all that would come out would be screaming. "What do you want with me?" she managed to whisper hoarsely.

"Good question Holly," 'Damon' said grinning at her. He pulled his hand out of her arse and removed the rubber gloves. "Simply you owe me. All those little card games we played on that betting site, well we may not have been playing for cash but we were playing for secrets, truths, sexual acts you'd be willing to do if you lost. And you lost a lot Holly. And now I want to cash in."

Holly's heart plummeted as he was handed a wad of paper filled with black ink. He waved it in front of her. "Everything you've ever told me or bet me is on these sheets of paper, so if you say no... well... let's just say I'll release it to your friends and family and the public. You'd never get a job, you'd never be able to go outside because I'd post it with pictures... of you. Slut!" he said before grabbing a laptop off another assistant and showing her the images of her, in live time naked being anally fucked by him.

"When I realised you were going out last night I knew it was my chance to act and grab you whilst I could. You got very drunk very quickly. And now you're going to regret that," he said. He clicked his fingers and the assistants converged on her grabbing her and dragging her towards the metal table. Holly struggled. If she was trapped here she wanted to be able to move on her own terms. She was led up some plastic steps so she could climb on top of the table. Multiple hands grabbed her and pulled her so she was laying flat on her back on the table, her wrists strapped above her head, her ankles strapped as far apart as the table allowed, her waist strapped down and her neck collared. She was unable to move anywhere.

Chapter 5
 

Chapter five

Holly struggled against the restraints. "Oh Holly, do stop moving, it will just make it more painful for you," her captor said. Holly tensed but stopped wriggling. "Good girl," he added. There was some muted whispering and then Holly heard quite clearly. "The hood. She needs the hood on." There was the sound of movement, and then cold finger touched her neck, gently lifting her head up. Other fingers scrabbled over her face as a black hood was pulled over her head, covering her sight. She felt it get tucked under the cuff around her neck.

Blind, Holly began to panic and thrash again. Whatever was happening she wanted to see rather than be unsure and... scared. Scared of not knowing what was about to happen. "On my count then, three, two,... one". Holly shivered as a hot liquid splashed on her toes, coating her in whatever it was. The liquid slowly moved up her body, covering every inch of her skin. Her legs, her crotch, her stomach, her arms, her chest. It was hot, but not hot enough to scald her. She wondered what it was. There was a slight splash as the liquid hit the hood above her, but she was relieved that it didn't burn. 'Well he doesn't want to damage you does he?' Holly thought sullenly to herself.

Then she could fabric rubbing against her skin as many hands placed fabric across the liquid. She wriggled uncomfortably. The idea of lots of people touching her all over freaked her out a little. "Ok, on my count. Three," there was a pause in movement, the fabric just stuck to her legs. Holly tensed, scared of what was to come. "Two, one".

All Holly knew was it was like fire. Her whole body arched as upwards as it could get in pain. She knew she was screaming loudly but right now all she could was the fire in her body. She collapsed shaken onto the table top, her screams coming to a halted stop. 'Wax. That's what the liquid is. Hot wax, everywhere,' she thought quietly crying to herself in pain.

"Yes Wax. Very observant Holly," her captor spoke and Holly realised she must of spoken out loud instead on internally. "Now shut up while we get the rest off the front of you. We've still got the back to do.

Holly screwed her eyes shut hoping to force herself to black out. But 30 minutes later she was still agonizingly conscious and agonizingly in pain. She felt the chains be released, but Holly had to strength in her body to even stand up.

Chapter 6
 

Chapter six

"Get off the table Holly," her captor told her. Holly shakily pushed herself upwards and back onto her back before slowly sitting up. Her whole body was screaming in pain, it felt like a fire within. She slid off the table, the hood still over her eyes. Her legs buckled as she landed and she collapsed in a heap on the floor. All her strength and energy gone since the inspection and waxing.

She heard wheels squeaking and a door open and closing. She guessed the table and wax products were being removed. "Stand up Holly." Holly placed her hands either side of her waist and pushed upwards so she was on her knees before slowly standing. Her knees shook with the effort and her whole body just wanted to give in and lay down.

"I can't. Please... it hurts so much..." Holly said, her voice trembling and tears running down her hidden cheeks. She felt a hand on her shoulder gently guiding her somewhere. It took all of Holly's concentration to move and remain upright.

"Now I want you to remember this. The image you are about to see is you... how you will always look... understand?" Holly nodded and the hood was pulled off her. Holly stared at the mirror image. It was her, she knew it was. She could see her own storm grey eyes, and dyed red hair, she could see a glimmer of her usual smile on her face. But the rest of her... she looked so odd. There was not a single piece of hair anywhere. Her usually tanned arms with blondish hair were just bare, her breasts looked larger or at least more swollen, her vagina was hair free and she could see the deep rich red that lay there, her legs as smooth as silk. She blinked twice not really understanding. "Everyday you will shave every inch of your body... or maybe I will do it for you. If I find a single hair afterwards you are sorely going to regret it. Everyday, your breasts will be pumped for a solid hour to make your nipples swell and enlarge, your breasts more plump. Now to me, you are already perfect, but one thing you did mention you would be intrigued to try is being a hucow, hence the pumping of your breasts, eventually you'll start producing. I mean I prefer smaller, flatter breasts but never mind that for now," he placed a hand on her neck and moved a strand of her red curly hair off her neck and tucked it so it was flowing over her back. "Look at you. You're stunning. A real life Barbie doll but with less plastic surgery and more realistic sizing." He grabbed her shoulders hard and spun her to face him.

"Now one last rule for now, there's plenty more to learn. You will call me Sir at all times. And anyone else who requires a response will always be sir or ma'am as well. Is that understood?"

"Yes Sir," Holly muttered.

"Perfect. Well I shall be back shortly. Make yourself at home," Sir said before leaving. As the door closed, Holly sunk to the floor in front of the mirror and sobbed. She was so scared and tired and her body hurt. She wanted out.

Chapter 7
 

Chapter seven

Holly exhausted herself crying and just lay curled up on the floor. She didn't want to move, she didn't want to get comfortable, she just wanted to leave. In such a blank room Holly had no idea how much time was passing but it felt so slow before her new master reappeared.

The door closed behind him and he walked over to the bundle of skin on the floor that was Holly. "Hello Holly," he said crouching down in front of her. Holly lifted her head slightly and looked into the green eyes. She'd always felt that green eyes were a sign of goodness. Now she very much doubted that. "I need you to sit up for me Holly," his voice was gentle and he seemed changed from earlier. Holly was confused but did as asked, slowly sitting up.

"Why are you being so gentle with me Sir?" she asked her voice hoarse from her crying.

Her Sir looked into her eyes as he answered. "Holly. You're scared, isolated, alone, you just want someone to understand. You want to escape, return to normality. I get that. I understand. Holly, I picked you for your innocence, your sweetness. I picked you because for the first time in a long time I felt like someone understood. I want to look after you and protect you, not hurt you and torture you," he answered. Holly took a moment and contemplated what he said, but she believed every word.

"So why kidnap me?" she asked, her voice distressed. "You could have just spoken to me and talked to me?" she added, her voice laced with sadness.

Sir shook his head. "I really couldn't Holly. You see I'm as trapped as you are. My name is Luke by the way and I'd like you to call me that when we are alone," Luke added.

Holly blinked. "What do you mean by that? and why?"

Luke smiled weakly. "I can't explain not yet anyway. And I want you to think of me as a friend not a master." Holly nodded. "Now listen I need to explain a few rules to you. Are you alright with that?" Holly nodded again. "Ok, I'm sorry about these by the way. They are not my choices. Number one: you will remain naked and clean shaven at all times. Number two: whenever you leave your allocated room (with or without your master) then you must be wearing an ownership tag unless expressly permitted otherwise . Number three: you will be required to attend all meals with your master and can only eat what they provide you with and when they tell you too. Number four: any instruction received by any master must be obeyed, unless an overriding instruction is issued by your master. Number five: you are allowed one phone call a week. Make it count. Do you understand these rules?" Luke asked gently, placing a hand under Holly's chin and lifting it so that she was looking up more.

Holly nodded. "Yes, but I have a question. What is an ownership tag?" Holly watched as Luke's face grimaced. He stood up, walked out of the room and came back moments later with the strangest contraption yet. It was in essence a chastity belt with two chains attached to the front loops with metal pegs attached, and rather than a metal plated back it has a single metal chain threading through the crotch and up to what looked like a bright blue collar. Holly swallowed hard. "Ah. Right I see. And I have to wear that whenever I leave this room?"

Luke nodded. "I'm sorry Holly but yes, unless you or I have been given written permission for some reason. And Holly. The reason I came in was its lunchtime," he said gently. Holly could see the pain in his eyes as he said that and believed he genuinely cared about her. Holly nodded.

"Alright, lets get this over with," she said. She grabbed hold of his arms to help pull herself up before stepping into the chastity belt which Luke tightened around her waist. Luke carefully picked up the two pegs and gently pulled them upwards towards her breasts.

"This is going to hurt," he said. Holly nodded and his clamped a peg on to each of her nipples. Holly let out a slight whimper but kept her mouth closed. with the clamps on her nipples the chastity belt was pulling upwards and the chains were taut causing her pain whenever she moved. Luke then grabbed the chain with the collar and slowly raised it towards her neck, the chain slipping between the lips of her vagina and ass cheeks. She bit back the pain as the chain rubbed her sensitive areas. Luke looked at her. "I'm sorry I need to pull it tighter to get it round your neck," he apologised. Holly didn't say anything but felt the tug and the pressure increase before the soft leather was wrapped around her neck, tight but not enough to stop her swallowing and breathing. She could feel the chain at her back was tight and knew that trying to bend down would hurt. "Ok, all set. Let's go meet the rest," he said gently taking her hand in his. Holly smiled weakly and prepared herself to be humiliated.

AN: Thank you to everyone who has commented and supported this. It means a lot so thank you.

Chapter 8
 

Chapter eight

Luke grabbed hold of Holly's hand and squeezed it reassuringly. Holly smiled weakly. She walked slightly behind Luke as they headed to her room door and out into the corridor. The guards were gone from her room, a relief that she couldn't help but feel.

The other doors in the corridor were wide open and Holly couldn't help but glance into the rooms as they passed. It revealed similar rooms to Holly's. Painted walls and painted 3D furniture with just the bed and bed covers physically there. Some of the beds were against the wall like hers, some were in the middle of the room. A couple of the rooms seemed to have objects left abandoned on the bed or floor - things like paddles and whips and other objects Holly tried to block out. She shuddered slightly and focused her gaze on the corridor, not wanting to see anymore.

She could feel the cold steel flooring beneath her feet, the bumps and grooves causing her some light pain. As she suspected the walls were steel as well and the roof reinforced. She shivered as cold air whipped down the corridor, bounding off the steel walls. She wished for normal walls, at least they took some of the chill out of a building. Luke tugged her hand towards the right as they approached a crossroads and Holly followed him towards two massive steel doors. They were closed at the moment.

Luke stopped outside and Holly came to a halt next to him. "Ok Holly. Listen. You are the new girl here. So there will be... a welcome feast for you," Luke explained turning to look at her as he grabbed both of his hands. "For the next hour, you are going to be paraded around, grabbed, molested, and I can't do anything to stop it. Its a tradition. There are a few rules you need to know. Do not eat anything, do not drink anything, and don't complain to anyone. If something happens that you don't want to happen, bite down. If you don't you'll only make it worse for yourself," he told Holly. He glanced into her eyes and could see he had scared her. "I'm sure you'll be fine. But I have to go in and you need to wait here. You'll know when to come in," he added. Holly swallowed hard and nodded. She watched Luke walk through a side entrance and turned back to face the doors. She took a few deep steadying breaths.

'You can do this Holly. One hour that's it,' she told herself reassuringly. She pulled herself upright, the chains tugging on her nipples and rubbing her vagina and arse. The steel doors swung open and Holly stared, stunned by the room ahead of her.

"You may approach," a booming voice from the far side of the room said. Holly swallowed down the fear that had suddenly mounted again and stepped beyond the doorframe

Chapter 9
 

Chapter nine

A/N: Do not expect posts to be this regular. Its just I have a lot of motivation at the moment to write this but with exams coming up this will return to once a week soon.

The moment Holly had both feet past the doorframe, the doors slammed shut. She could hear the locking of the door as she moved slowly down the room. She was trapped. There was no getting out until that door was unlocked.

The room was a vast expanse of a room, with domed high ceilings, pillars and arches every 50m. The windows were high and arched, starting above her shoulders and reaching almost to the ceiling. The room was very bright and airy though despite having a feel of a creepy 16th century mansion. Sunlight shone through the windows illuminating the room and the lighting on the ceiling helped to show the room into feature. There were many round dark-wood circular tables in the rooms. The chairs were made of the same dark-wood and were high backed. Holly couldn't help but be reminded of the Arthurian Legend - The knights of the Round Table. Having thought that, Holly had to bite back a snigger.

Looking around the room she saw that there were many males and females all fully dressed and sat at the tables and next to them, sat on a similar chair where their 'slaves' as Holly was starting to think of them. They were all wearing similar 'ownership tags' although the male slaves had a slightly different design and there were different coloured collars. Holly also noted that at some tables there would be an even mix of Masters and slaves - 6 and 6, but on others there would be 3 masters and 9 slaves or even 1 master and 10 slaves. Holly thought about what Luke had said to her. She was his only one. Clearly others felt the need to enslave multiple people. Holly felt sick to her stomach at that.

She moved her focus to where she was headed, down the middle of the room between the tables. At the far end, there was a long Hogwarts style table, laid out with posh china and glasses. At the top table she could see three broad, burly men, two petite females and one man sat in the centre who was eyeing her body as she walked towards him. All of them were dressed in very fine clothes, not one person at the table was a slave. Hovering by the edge of the top table Holly could see Luke. She let out a small sigh of relief, at least he was here. He might not be able to help but he was there.

After what felt like an eternity of having her body ogled as she walked down the room she finally got to the end and stopped, about four feet away from the table. She bowed her head, scared to meet any of the people at that top tables eyes.

"Well, well, well. Master Luke picked well. She even knows how to properly respect her elders by bowing her head. Good choice Luke," the booming voice said loud enough for everyone to hear. Being up close, Holly couldn't help but wince at the loud and powerful voice echoing around.

"Thank you Sir," Luke said quietly. There was a scrapping noise from in front of her, but scared to get into trouble Holly didn't look up. There was the sound of footsteps, which echoed around the hall. 'Was I really that loud?' Holly thought to herself before remembering she didn't have shoes on so probably not.

As the footsteps moved Holly could feel a shadow getting closer and closer and she shivered slightly. The footsteps stopped directly in front of her and from where she was looking down she could see a pair of shiny polished leather boots. "Kiss my feet, show the proper respect girl," the booming voice commanded. Holly sunk to her knees and bent her body forwards, the chain of her chastity belt being pulled as her back curved and pulled it further up into her crotch. Holly bit back her pain but was relieved to find that it loosened the tension in her nipples. She kissed both boots and waited for further orders. She didn't get them.

Instead a hand grabbed the chain up her back and pulled her upwards until she wasn't touching the ground. The way she was being held pulled the belt downward, tightening the grip of the nipple clamps on her nipples. She was held there dangling until she could no longer handle the pain and let out a whimper to which she was put on the ground. "You've got a very low pain threshold, I hope for your sake you do everything asked of you," the voice whispered in her ear. She was then spun around to face everyone, her face red with embarrassment, her pussy lips spread wide because of the chain that she hadn't been able to adjust, her nipples standing on end and red. "Today we welcome a new slave to our home. For the next hour, she is yours. Do as you please. Give her a proper welcome," the voice announced properly. At this she was pushed forward, and Holly stumbled to the ground. Within seconds, she was being dragged to one of the round tables and picked bodily up and onto it.

Chapter 10
 

Chapter 10

"Kneel," said one of the female masters she had just been picked up by said. Holly sunk to her knees on top of the table. "let's see how she deals with heat," she added laughing with her friends. One of the other girls picked up a candelabra from the table and carefully placed it directly between Holly's legs, under her chastity belt. Luckily for Holly the candle was quite small and the flame didn't quite reach the belt, but the heat from the flame still rose upwards and started heating the metal plate at the front and the metal chain that passed through her pussy and ass lips. Holly could feel herself getting warmer and warmer where the flame tried to lick at her skin and the metal, her pussy was getting roasted but slowly. Holly bit her lip, she was scared. She hadn't been prepared for anything like this.

She heard a hiss as the candle went out. "Oh my god, she got wet from being heated. She's such a slut," the girl said. Holly glanced down and realised that the candle had gone out because her pussy was leaking juices and it had sent the flame out.

A big burly guy came over. "Our turn, you've had your fun," he said. The girls parted and the guy stood on the chair in front of Holly and reached out to grab her. He carried her to his table, where there were four male masters. Holly was unceremoniously dumped on the table and the guys had a whispered conversation while their slaves just watched. "Great idea. Alright slut, lay down on the table, face up, and pull your knees up to your chest." Holly, scared of revealing herself so much reluctantly laid down and grabbed her knees before pulling them up to her chest. She knew this left her holes free and available for use by the guys. She felt someone move the chain away from her holes, not helping the tight situation she was already in from pulling her legs up. She then felt something press into her vagina. She wasn't sure what it was but it didn't feel very hard and it certainly didn't feel like skin. "Go on then eat it," the guy from earlier said. Holly didn't move, too embarrassed to try and see. She felt rather than saw another person join her on the table and she felt a gently pull on her vagina. "Eat that food slave," he added. Holly swallowed in disgust. It was food, placed into her vagina to force one of the other slaves to eat it. "All of it, even the stuff that's inside her pussy," she felt a tongue touch her hole and she jumped a little at the flicking tongue as it worked its way around her vagina, pulling the food out of it. She felt relief when she felt the food leave her. That didn't last long.

From her position laying down she could see a very tall, skinny lad walking towards her, armed with a candlestick. "our turn," he said as he stopped by the side of the table closest to her head. "Get up girl. Follow me," he demanded not even looking at her. Holly felt some relief at being allowed to move on her own accord, there was more dignity in that at least than being carried. She stopped at the table he walked towards and realised it was the guy who had 10 female slaves. "Lay flat on the table, arms by your side, legs spread wise," he demanded, still not looking at her. Holly looked at the girls who surrounded the table, who discreetly nodded a warning. Holly nodded and carefully climbed up and lay down. The guy approached her and wrapped a blindfold around her eyes. She started to hyperventilate. If she needed blindfolding this wasn't a good sign. She felt drips drop onto her that burned for a second or so and then stopped. She realised it was wax and it was being pooled around her breasts. There was silence and then 'thwack'. A stinging feeling occurred across her breasts as he spanked the wax off her tender breasts. Holly was quietly crying by this point it was all to much. Eventually he must have got the wax of because seconds later she was being picked up and carried again, still blindfolded.

She was dumped on a table, face down, her ankles were yanked upwards towards her bottom, her arms pulled tightly behind her back and all four tied tightly together. She felt fingers against her lips, prising her mouth open before a large round object was shoved into her mouth to gag her. She felt like a roasted hog, bound and gagged like that. Unknown to Holly, that was exactly what she was. She felt warm food being pressed around her body on the table, some felt leafy, some felt smooth and pointed. Then she felt a brush against her skin, covering her in some slippery liquid. This was soon followed by all manners of condiment, some of which were squeezed into her arse. "Look at the little piggy, there doesn't seem to be a lot of meat on you though," a voice teased and tormented her.

"I've got a better idea, let's turn her into a plate," a new voice said. She was hoisted up by the bindings of her ankles and wrists and carried across the entire room, her chest dangling down. The chains tightening and pulling and being generally sore against her. She was slammed face down to a new table, her bindings removed and then flipped over. Whatever was in her mouth was removed and her blindfold was removed. She was staring up at a dark haired boy with tattoos across his body and piercing eyes. She didn't see him for long as her body become covered with meat and vegetables and sauces. She clenched her lips together, determined not to eat anything or let any food pass her mouth. She then felt lips touching her skin as they ate the food off her and licked her body clean. "maybe she'd like some food," the guy added when he had eaten his fill and cleaned her face so she could see. He grabbed her head and pulled her upwards before slamming her face into a tureen of soup. Holly spluttered but kept her lips clamped together. She was struggling for breath though.

"That's enough," a booming voice echoed and her face was pulled upwards. "You've had your hour. Leave. Lunch is over," it continued. Holly was left on the table covered in condiments and food and soup. She was soon alone in the room except Luke and the head table, unable to move. "Luke, go and get your slave and bring her here. I think she might be in shock," the voice continued. Holly heard footsteps and then a gentle hand was guiding her off the table. She let herself be pulled along, she could barely see where she was going anyway. They stopped at the table. "You did well girl. It will be easier from now on. Welcome to your new home." Holly nodded in acknowledgment and then miserably trailed after Luke and back to her room.

Chapter 11
 

Chapter eleven

Luke led Holly back to her room and then telling her to just stay where she was stood in the middle of the room, darted back out, closing the door behind him. Holly shivered and stared at the painted windows. How she wished they were real and she could just escape. She heard the door open and close again and heard Luke's footsteps approach her.

"Oh shit, I should have taken you out of your ownership tag before leaving. Sorry Holly," he said. He reached out and carefully removed the nipple clamps. He saw her nipples were red and bruised. "Do they hurt?" he asked gently. Holly nodded ever so slightly. Luke sighed and unclipped her collar, carefully tugging it out of her crack. He unclipped the waistband and guided it off Holly's legs. He dumped it into one of the buckets of soapy water he'd brought back with him. He then took a soft sponge and dipped it into the clean soapy water, squeezed it a bit and held it in front of Holly. "Holly, I'm going to try and clean some of this off your skin. Ok?" Holly nodded again and let him run the soapy sponge over her body, cleansing her body of the soup and sauces and food and wax and saliva that littered her body. It was kind of relaxing for her as she began to feel a bit more human. Luke spent a bit longer scrubbing a little bit harder at her thighs which were more caked than the rest of her. "Ok, done. Do you want to use some of the water to rinse your hair?" he asked. Holly nodded and crouched down on the floor next to the buckets of water and grabbed all of her hair over one shoulder and dunked it into the water before getting onto higher knees and dunking her scalp in, trying to rinse the sauces out of her hair. She stood up and Luke wrapped a towel around her body and with another dried her hair. "Better?" he asked. Holly nodded again. He poured some cream into his hands. "This is soothing cream. I'm going to place some on your breasts. Then if you need it, you can place some on your... downstairs," he said. He gently massaged her breasts with the cream and Holly couldn't help but sigh with relief.

"I know you warned me," she said suddenly and softly, "but I never expected it to be that bad. Is that going to happen every lunchtime?" Luke shook his head.

"No. It's just a tradition to welcome new 'initiates', warn them off disobeying their master because if you get into too much trouble you can be slave swapped for a while. Face a different, more punishing master," Luke explained. "But you'll be fine Holly. If you dealt with that well, you'll be fine with me." He stopped massaging her breasts and handed her the cream. "Do you need some?" he asked. Holly shook her head.

"I have a question," Holly suddenly said. Luke indicated she should continue. "Shower? Bathroom? Essentially is there a reason you used a bucket?"

Luke chuckled softly. "Such a simple question. There are showers and bathrooms. Every 'inmate' gets a shower at 9PM at night. You'll shower all inmates together in the shower room, doesn't matter gender or otherwise, you will do it or be punished. Also advice be quick in there, the longer you take to get in, the less chance of hot water you get. You must be wearing your ownership tag to the shower room but once inside you can remove it if you want. Bathroom in down the corridor for you, you share it with a few other girls down this corridor. If you need it and I'm not already here, you'll need to get the security staff to radio me. I'll come and give you your tag and escort you. But the reason I used a bucket, I didn't think you'd want to wait until 9PM to get cleaned up. And I can't take you to shower until then," Luke finished explaining.

Holly nodded. "Ok. That makes sense," she said. Luke smiled.

"Get a bit of a rest. I understand its been a bit of a confusing day. I'll come get you for tea," he said. He picked up the buckets and walked to the door. "Oh and Holly," he added. She turned to face him. "You did me proud earlier," he said. Holly smiled weakly as he left the room. She walked over to the bed and lay down on it. Her life was changing and she wasn't sure how she felt about it.

Chapter 12
 

Chapter twelve

Luke walked into Holly's room to get her for dinner. He smiled at the naked form curled up on the bed, her chest rising rhythmically as she slept. She really was beautiful to him. He sat on the floor and pulled his legs in to his chest and just watched her for a bit. He felt so guilty for dragging her into this life. It wasn't something he would wish on anyone and he regretted getting her involved. She was too innocent and young to be corrupted.

He sighed unhappily, knowing there wasn't a lot he could do, and rose slowly to his feet. He could at least get her to dinner on time so they both weren't punished for starters. He walked over to the sleeping girl and gently placed a hand on her shoulder. "Holly," he said quietly. "Holly you need to wake up," he said gently shaking her. There was groaning from the girl but then she stretched out, curving her back. She rolled over and blinked blearily.

"is it time?" she mumbled half incoherently. Luke nodded and helped her to stand up. Holly held onto his shoulders as she stepped back into the ownership tag and Luke attached it to her. She was so groggy that she didn't even acknowledge the pinch from the clamps or the tightening of the chain between her legs. Luke grasped her hand and led her from the room, concerned she wouldn't actually stand up right without help. As they walked Holly became slightly more awake and with it. As they approached the double doors again, Holly became a little resistant.

"Holly, its fine. I'm with you every step off the way. You won't be separated from me this time," Luke reassured her, leading her through a side entrance and into the massive dining room from earlier. Luke led her to a table with two girls on it. One was a red-haired quite slim master, the other a brunette with curves that was the slave.

"Hey Luke. Come site down, bring Holly," the red head said. Luke sat down in the chair next to her and Holly sat in the seat next to him.

Luke smiled. "Hey Cara. How are you doing? How's Lucy?" he added. Cara smiled back.

"I'm great, Lucy here was impressed by a certain someone earlier today," Cara said indicating Holly with her head. "By the way, hello Holly."

Holly looked at Luke for some sort of indication she could talk. Luke nodded slightly and Holly thought about the rules Luke had given her a few hours earlier. "Hello Ma'am," she said politely, lowering her eyes to the table.

Cara chuckled. "She's good Luke. You can call me by my name Holly. I'm not going to tell on you and Luke. Luke's my best friend, without him, well lets just say... I've been through a tough time but he's been great."

Holly glanced around the room very self-consciously. "I'd rather not Ma'am. It's no offence to you, just I don't trust the rest of this room," Holly explained.

"Good point," Cara added. She turned to Lucy and placed some food on her plate for her. "You can eat Lucy," she said. Lucy smiled at Cara and Holly felt the love Cara and Lucy had for each other swell inside of her. Maybe, it wasn't all bad.

Luke ruffled Holly's hair, who glared at him out the corner of her eye. He chuckled and placed some food for her onto a plate. There was chicken, vegetables, and potato. "Eat what you want Holly. If you don't want something I've given you just leave it," he said. Holly relaxed a little. Being a vegetarian meant she wasn't too keen on having to break that just because Luke had given her meat. She tucked in while Luke and Cara discussed something that Holly didn't understand. As she ate Holly looked around and saw scenes that shocked her.

Some of her fellow 'slaves' were being forced to beg for food and do humiliating tasks just to earn a bite of food. In fact, she and Lucy were in the minority that were being treated with respect. It surprised her. Luke noticed her confusion. "Some of us see our slaves as nothing more than play things. There are a few of us that actually respect you and what you do," Luke told her. "Cara is one and there is also Jack and Conor who are respectful." Holly nodded. "You'll notice Cara didn't partake in the scenes from earlier, and neither did Jack and Conor," he said pointing out the two lads on the table next to them who were laughing and joking but also had there arms draped friendly around their slaves. Holly nodded.

She finished eating and waited for Luke to leave. He noticed that Holly had left the meat. "Veggie?" he asked. Holly nodded. "Alright, I'll remember that," he said. He stood up at the same time Cara did. "Let's go back. See it wasn't as bad as you thought," he added. Holly chuckled slightly. It really wasn't.

Chapter 13
 

Chapter thirteen

"Favourite film?" Luke asked. Holly pulled a face.

"Tough, my all time favourite is probably 'Me before you'. But it varies regularly," Holly replied. "Yours?"

"Classic Harry Potter," Luke said. "Why did you pull that face?"

Holly chuckled. "See one of my favourite films is High School Musical. 2. Not 1 or 3, 2. But the only reason that's one of my favourites is because I got to perform in a stage version a few years ago. Actually, I've done it twice. Once as Sharpay and once as Martha. But its just so embarrassing to admit that."

Luke laughed. "But cute. Who played your co-star, isn't it Zeke that Sharpay is in love with?"

Holly rolled her eyes. "Weirdly enough, both shows it was the same guy, and after being rejected by Sharpay, Zeke ends up spending a lot of time with Martha instead. He was called Chris. Excellent actor. Great friend of mine," Holly admitted. "Alright, what's your favourite musical?"

It was Luke's turn to look embarrassed now. "I'm a sucker for a good production of Grease. Or Chitty Chitty Bang Bang," he added as an after thought.

"Good choices," Holly said, a smile creeping over her face as she lay next to him on her bed, under the duvets for warmth. "For the record mine is Wicked!"

Luke laughed and glanced at his watch. Since dinner they had been finding out all sorts about each other. He had learnt that Holly's favourite colour was purple, but deep purple not lilac, and that she was an avid performer on stage. He'd told her secrets he'd never told anyone else before. But most importantly he'd learnt that her smile, that shy, awkward smile she had was the brightest thing in the world.

"Come on, let's get you in your ownership tag, it's almost time to go shower," he said gently. He sat up and Holly followed his lead, her eyes rolling as she stood up. He grabbed the tag that he had hooked on the bedframe and helped her into it. Holly winced and he felt guilty.

She saw the concern in his eyes. "I'll get used to it," she said. "Now, shower please. I'm still sticky from earlier," she added. He nodded and led her to the door where he waited until his watch hit 9PM. He then opened the door and led her down the corridor. They were one of the first to leave from their corridor as all the other doors were closed as they walked past and down the twisting maze of corridors. As they got closer to the shower room, there were a few more doors open. He stopped suddenly outside a door where a group of other masters were also stood. "Peg 132 is yours if you want it," he added, indicating Holly should go into the shower room. She nodded and did so. She glanced round quickly and could see steam rising from behind a wall that separated the pegs and showers. She couldn't see who was in the showers but she did notice some ownership tags hanging up. She found her peg and debated removing her tag. She decided she would as she could get cleaner and remove the stickiness she was feeling. She quickly unclamped her breasts and removed the collar stepping out and hanging up her tag. She then quickly darted around the wall and stepped into the steam. She stepped under one of the shower heads and quickly began rinsing her hair and body before adding shampoo and conditioner to fully clean her hair, and body wash to clean her body. She stepped away from the shower and back round the wall where she picked up a towel from her numbered cubbyhole. She wrapped herself in it, relishing the fact she'd got a completely warm shower and headed back to her peg. She dried her face and glanced at her peg, reaching out to grab her tag. Holly froze.

It wasn't there.

Chapter 14
 

Chapter fourteen

Holly stared at the blank spot on the peg. She'd definitely hung it up, she'd definitely put it on her peg, and now... well she was definitely standing in front of her peg but the tag was gone. Completely gone. Holly dropped the towel where she stood and began searching, panic threatening to take over her body.

She searched under the benches, in the towel rack, in the cubby holes, in the lockers, even in the showers but there was no sign of her metal ownership tag. Holly growled in frustration. It wasn't hard to see, it was bright shiny silver metal with a purple collar. It was uncomfortable to the touch. She hadn't trodden on it or just misplaced it.

Holly glanced around, by now the showers were teaming with slaves, all without their ownership tags on, but all had theirs hanging up. How was Holly supposed to find hers if she had placed it on someone else's? She surreptitiously glanced around and began slowly walking up and down the aisles of benches, her eyes skimming over the pegs to see if there was two hung up on any. To see if she could see a purple collar.

Actually, there were several purple collars so that wasn't helping, but as she looked she felt a knot dig at her stomach. A feeling of unease. Was it possible someone had taken hers... but not by accident? Could a slave have a grudge against her and decided they wanted to see her punished so stole it? Or did a master have a grudge against her and told their slave to steal her tag?

Holly knew if she couldn't find it she'd be facing a severe punishment. And Luke. Holly groaned internally. Luke would be so disappointed in her. Losing her ownership tag on her first day, when everything had been going so well. Holly took a deep breath. She had to find it. She sat on the bench in front of her peg and waited. Once everyone was out, she would have a clear view and be able to look without anyone judging. It would also hopefully throw up the only tag left, which would obviously be hers.

Holly noticed a lot of the slaves staring at her confused as she just sat staring blankly at the wall in front of her waiting for them all to leave. She ignored them all. She just wanted them gone.

After what felt like a year, the changing rooms were empty. The showers were empty. She was the only one left. One glance and she knew immediately it wasn't hanging up. All the pegs were empty. She began scouring under the benches, back in the showers, everywhere she could think of but it wasn't there.

"Ahem," a voice coughed behind her. Holly froze. She bit her lip in dismay and slowly stood up. She could feel the anger or disappointment radiating off whoever it was. She turned to face the person behind her. She was surprised to find a slave. "Hi. I'm Rebekah, but everyone calls me Becka. I thought... I thought I should tell you... Amanda... She ... she..." Becka couldn't finish the sentence.

"She stole my tag?" Holly said. Becka nodded.

"I told my owner Jack. He sent me down here to tell Luke and you. He's gone to tell the Master but... she'll get away with it. She always does. I'm sorry," Becka said quietly before scurrying away. Holly watched her go.

She was scared. She walked to the door and walked out into the corridor to see the distress in Luke's eyes. "Hol. I'm sorry but I can't stop whatever happens next. I should have seen her leave with it. I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have taken it off, but why me?" Holly asked. Luke shrugged. He clearly didn't know any better.

"Look if we are lucky, we might make it back without being seen," Luke said. Holly could tell he was just saying that to reassure her, he didn't believe it. Holly held her head high and walked down the corridor. Whatever happened, she was going to face it head on.

She'd just turned down the last corridor to her room. Maybe she would make it back safely. She passed an open door and suddenly "No TAG!! NO TAG!" was being shouted down the corridor. Holly turned to stare at the girl in the room and her owner. There, swinging from the guys finger, was a purple collared tag. Holly was fuming. She went to storm in but Luke grabbed her.

"No Holly. You'll just make it worse," he said trying to drag her away and down the corridor into her own room before the security team arrived. Holly kicked and flailed as he dragged her. She could hear footsteps approaching from the end of the corridor and slumped, letting Luke bodily pick her up and bundle her into her room. He slammed the door behind them. "Holly, calm down. I will get it back. But right now, you have to hope that no-one saw you," Luke said. Holly turned away from him and stormed over to the window, except it wasn't a window, it was painted.

There was a knock at the door. Luke stared at the naked back of Holly for a moment before turning to the door and opening it. "Hello," he said calmly. "Can we help you?"

Chapter 15
 

Chapter fifteen

Holly stood in front of the 'window' taking a few deep breaths to calm down. If she was going to be quizzed then she wanted to be pretty much together. She heard Luke open the door.

"Hello, can we help you?" he asked his voice scarily calm.

"Don't play games with us Luke," the voice replied. "We heard the shouting. Someone down this corridor wasn't wearing their ownership tag on return from the showers. Based on the fact that she is new and the rest know the rules we assume its..." the voice trailed off as they indicated towards Holly.

"Holly?" Luke said his voice laced with confusion. "Just because she is new doesn't mean she doesn't know the rules," he added.

"Fine, Holly rule 4 state it," the male voice said.

Holly swallowed hard but stayed facing the wall. "Any instruction received by any master must be obeyed, unless your master issues a conflicting or overriding instruction," Holly relayed her voice surprisingly steady.

"Rule two?" the male voice asked.

"Whenever leaving the allocated bedroom all slaves must be wearing their ownership tag regardless of if they are with their master or not, unless express permission is given for the slave to leave without their ownership tag," Holly explained calmly.

"Very good. Now have you broken any of those rules within the last few hours?" the male voice asked.

Holly turned to face the voices and walked to join Luke by the door. She refused to look at him as she spoke, in fact she refused to look at anyone keeping her eyes trained to the ground. "Due to unforeseen circumstances, yes," Holly said truthfully. She felt the energy leave Luke's shoulders. She couldn't work out if he was disappointed with her decision or relieved. But deep down Holly knew she'd made the right decision. Lying was just going to get her into more trouble, and maybe even Luke into trouble.

She felt a finger under her chin and her head was yanked up so that she was facing into the eyes of one of the men from the head table at lunch. "Well then, I think that safely answers that question. Follow me," he said turning away.

Holly cleared her voice. "urm... I still don't have an ownership tag. Amanda still has it. I can't leave without it Sir," she said mustering as much politeness as she could.

Luke wrapped an arm around her shoulder as the other man span back round to look at her. "That didn't bother you earlier," he said. Holly shrugged slightly. He sighed. "However I suppose you are correct. So as Deputy of the programme I give express permission that further punishment will not befall you for leaving your room without an ownership tag."

Holly smiled slightly and stepped out. She followed the man down the corridors and back past Amanda's room. She scowled at the now closed doorway as she walked past. She felt Luke grab her hand and she squeezed it, trying to reassure him that this was the best decision she could have made. She was still to scared to look at him and see his expression over her decision.

They walked down a staircase towards a lower level. That was when Holly began to panic slightly that she'd made the wrong decision. She was claustrophobic so any small room or underground room freaked her out. At the bottom of the stairs they stepped into a large open room. Holly relaxed a little, it wasn't small and if she didn't think too hard she could imagine just being on the bottom floor of a house. She glanced around the room at the objects within it.

She recognised the table and waxing machine from that morning stood in a far corner. The room was full of metal contraptions which all looked a little scary. Luke led her to the middle of the room. "Lay down," he whispered in her ear. She glanced at him in surprise but saw the grim expression on his face and quickly did as asked.

"Ah good, you are all ready. Luke go get the bars for me please," the man said. Holly watched as Luke left her line of view and her breath hitched slightly. "Panicking Holly?" the voice asked. "You should be. This is a serious infraction of the rules, although it is your first. However I'm afraid that doesn't mean we will be taking this lightly. You broke the most important rule on day 1. Not a good start," he added. As he said this he walked towards Holly and appeared leering over the top of her. "Put lightly, maybe this will stop all other rule breaking."

"I got them," Luke said his voice practically music to Holly's ears.

"Excellent. Holly spread your legs as far as you can get them," the voice said. Holly did so, despite being able to do the splits, when laying flat Holly's legs only spread so far. "Luke you know what to do," the voice added.

Luke stood over the top of Holly and mouthed sorry as he sat on her stomach, put his elbows against Holly's inner thighs and pushed outward, forcing her legs apart even more. Holly let out a gasp of surprise and had to screw her eyes shut with the pain. She felt a hand around her ankle and it was lifted slightly off the floor and placed into a metal cuff on a bar. The same happened to her other ankle and then Luke got off her. Despite no longer having her legs forced open, Holly couldn't get rid of the pain in her legs by closing them. She tried to move her ankles towards each other but just met the metals resistance. She raised her head slightly and saw a long metal bar with ankle cuffs attached and her ankles attached. The cuffs were so far apart that there was no way she was closing her legs. She let her head drop to the ground.

Luke was now kneeling above her head. He smiled weakly and grabbed her wrists and pulled them up above her head, so they were next to him. He then placed his hands against her inner upper arm to stop her from moving her arms. A few moments later and she felt another metal cuff being attached to her wrist and then the other. Luke let go of her arms but the she felt a burning in her arms as her wrist cuffs were moved further apart causing her arms to stretch and tighten. "Perfect," said the male's voice that she was beginning to associate with torture. "The chain, come on Luke quicker than that," he said. There was a rattling as a chain was dragged along the floor and the sound of metal groaning and creaking as they set about completing their work. "Excellent, now the crank," the man added.

Holly lay on the floor, unsure what that meant as both men left her field of vision. She then heard a grinding clinking noise from the far side of the room, and then very slowly she felt the chain now attached to the metal bar her hands were attached to tighten and then be pulled upwards. As it tightened and pulled, Holly's arms got pulled upwards. The burning in her arms got worse and she was concerned her shoulders were going to dislocate until eventually her whole body started to rise upwards to a standing position. Once Holly was standing, she thought she was safe but the grinding noise continued, pulling her arms higher, her body to tighten and pain to rocket down her. She had to stand on tip toes just to be able to keep the pain out of her arms, but with such a wide spread of her legs and ankles, that caused increasing pain in her legs. Eventually it ground to a stop.

Holly's body was racked with pain. If she let her feet drop to the ground, her wrists and arms began to pull and strain and hurt, but if she released the tension in her arms, her legs and feet burned in pain. Luke and the other man appeared in front of her. "Now enjoy the night Holly," the man said. "We'll come check on you later, but just so you're away. This is only stage one of your punishment." He walked towards the stairs. "Night." Luke followed dejectedly and as they left the room, they switched the light off, plunging her into darkness.

Chapter 16
 

Chapter sixteen

Holly couldn't see. All Holly could do was feel. But all she could feel was pain. Despite already being unable to see, Holly closed her eyes. She tried to relax and focus on her breathing.

In

Out

In

Out

The more she focused and relaxed, the calmer she felt, and the pain reduced. She could still feel her sore toes and raw wrists but the pain wasn't important.

She lowered her heels to the ground, slowly as she breathed out. It pulled on her wrists and arms was bearable for now. Holly kept her focus on her breathing.

In

Out

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Out

She was being given plenty of time to think about what had happened that day. First she'd woken up kidnapped. Then forced to humiliate herself, then waxed. After being left on her own, she was then taken to lunch and further humiliated by everyone. She'd had her tag stolen and was now facing punishment. Those thoughts swelled anger in her body but Holly pushed them aside and counted her breathing.

In

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On the flip side, she'd met Luke. He seemed as much a victim of the system as she was. There was something so... caring about him that made Holly wonder what his story was. She liked spending time with him. Was that weird? A case of Stockholm syndrome? Being attracted to your prisoner? Holly shook her head.

In

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No, she wasn't attracted to him. She couldn't be. It was just friendship. He was one of the only people to show her respect and treat her like she was human.

Her arms shook with pain so Holly slowly rose onto her tip toes again, letting the pain reside.

In

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With her body starting to protest a lot more often than when she was first tied up, Holly began to wonder how long she could last before she cried or screamed or broke. That's clearly what this place was all about. Breaking people, moulding them to be... what? Better citizens? Sex addicts? Slaves? She didn't know. She was certain in time she would but for now she had no clue.

In

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In

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It also made her question, how long were they going to leave her here. And if this was only stage one, what was next? How many stages were there?

Luke's POV

I was stood at the top of the stairs, in front of the locked door. It was silent below. Mr Taylor and Mr Terry were stood with me, glowering down at me.

"Luke, you know this has to happen. She has to learn," Mr Terry said.

"But surely not like this. It wasn't even her fault. Amanda stole it but I don't see you punishing her," I said angrily. My anger knew no bounds at that moment. I was furious. All day Holly had been well behaved, acted as expected and been a delight to be around. And now, due to the disgusting behaviour of the resident b****, well my poor Holly was suffering.

"Luke she will hang for tonight. In the morning, depending on how she looks, we will determine appropriate action," Mr Terry told me. I glared at him. He was the one who had brought her here. He was the one who'd forced me to hang her and leave her.

"And what sort of appropriate action do you have in mind?" I asked sullenly, determined to work this out.

Mr Taylor, the head stepped forwards. "That is enough Luke," he demanded, his voice stern. "If she appears relaxed and content, she will be teased while remaining hung, as well as whipped and experience pain. If she is in pain or screaming, she will be released then whipped and tied up. If she is broken, she will be allowed to leave. Her spirt needs to be broken so she can be pliable to your will. Now leave. Don't let us catch you near here until tomorrow morning," he explained.

I sighed but turned on my heel and stalked towards my room. Internally, I was raging. I knew Holly. She would try to take as much as she could. Which meant she was going to be in for a tough punishment.

A/N: Hi everyone, thanks so much for reading this. It means a lot. Just a quick note to say that this summer I am working at a kids activity camp. I will be living on site and sharing wifi. However, due to the nature of this site and my job I can't risk visiting and updating this story during that time. The last update for summer will be around the 10th June, and it will be resumed at the beginning of September. I want you to know I will continue with this and have not just dropped off the face of the planet.

Chapter 17
 

Chapter seventeen

No matter how much she tried to keep her breathing steady, it was beginning to fail. It was getting more and more sluggish and laboured. She was stressing and panicking. It may not have been a small enclosed space, but she was tired and in agony that made her think the walls were swirling and moving closer.

Her toes felt raw and she was pretty certain she was bleeding from them scrapping the floor so that she could reduce the pain in her wrists and arms. Her legs shook with the effort of trying to support her. Her wrists were sore and bruised from the chains, she could feel the metal pushing into the bruises causing pain. Her arms and armpits were sore and she just wanted to be let down. She had no idea how long she had been left to hang from the ceiling for but she just wanted it over. After this she would happily do anything anyone told her, just for some relief.

Her knees and legs trembled again with the effort of supporting her on tip toes, she tried to lower her feet but as she did so, her legs buckled beneath her and she crumpled forward. Her feet and legs weren't on the floor anymore, she was pure dangling from the ceiling. Her arms protested and Holly screamed, an anguished scream that echoed around the room.

Her brain was so overloaded with the pain that she couldn't even function to put her feet back on the ground. She was just left swinging and dangling. She felt the ground scrap her toes and her brain made a connection, allowing her to press her feet into the floor, pulling her wrists and arms but reducing the pain. She stopped screaming. Her breath came out in ragged gasps, as she tried to regain some sanity.

Holly was still getting her breath back when she heard the door open. She wondered if she was in trouble for screaming. 'Chances are this room is soundproof, they won't have heard a thing' Holly thought sullenly. Holly peeled open her eyes to stare directly into Luke's. She was surprised to see him. She could see the anguish in his eyes from having left her there. She was pretty sure he could see the pain in hers.

She could hear footsteps walking around behind her. She saw Luke's brow furrow and his expression changed ever so slightly as if trying to tell her something. Holly frowned, she didn't understand what he was trying to tell her if he was.

"Luke, get box D. We will need the stuff from there for stage 2," the same voice as the day before said. Holly saw Luke's eyes widen in... surprise? fear? anger? He turned away from Holly leaving her more confused than before. Soon after he left, the voice appeared in front of her. "Good morning Holly, I hope you had a relaxing evening. You appear very calm this morning. Now stage 2 is what we call teasing. Stage 3 is punishment. Stage 1, if you hadn't already guessed was torture. We use this mechanism," he said resting a hand on the chain holding her right wrist, "to torture confessions out of people. You already confessed, it was just being used to prepare you."

Luke appeared in her eyeline again, carrying a large clear box with the letter D on it. Within it Holly could see a range of items including dildo's, vibrators, anal plugs, paddles and whips. Holly's heart sunk and she swallowed hard. Luke placed the box on the floor beside the man. He bent down and pulled out a string of beads and a small ball shaped item. The man disappeared from view as he walked behind Holly. She tensed, her arms already hurting from supporting her. A few seconds later, she felt fingers being pushed into her anal passage, but there was something else, not just fingers but something bumpy. Holly suddenly gasped as she realised the string of beads were anal beads that were being threaded into her arse. She felt the protestation of her body as this foreign item was forced up her passage. The threading stopped and then the pushing began. Her anal passage was being stretched and something was being pushed in. With an eventually pop, a round smooth ball popped inside followed by a finger. And then the vibrations started, and the finger left. The round ball had been a vibrator. Holly's arse tensed and she moved her hips trying to dislodge the visitors but that caused her chains to rattle and swing and that hurt more.

The man reappeared in front of her. He picked up a vibrator, a dildo and a small plastic thing that looked like a butterfly. He turned the vibrator on and with no warning, pushed it inside her vagina. Holly gasped at the sudden intrusion and then moaned as it stimulated her. Holly wriggled and squirmed uncomfortably. She didn't want to be aroused in front of this man, she didn't want to be here. But wriggling and squirming made the pain in her feet, legs, ankle, wrists and arms worse, but she couldn't stop it. Then he placed the tip of the dildo at her entrance and soon her vagina was stuffed with a vibrator and a vibrating dildo. It was sending shudders down her body, causing her body to curve and dangle from the ceiling again, her brain filled with arousal and pain. A complete mess. She felt a sharp pinch as something was attached to her clit and then the buzzing began. The butterfly thing was a clit stimulator. She bit her lip determined not to show how much she was aroused and wanted to be used. Her body shaking and dangling and swinging from the ceiling. Her eyes were pressed closed so she didn't even realise that Luke and the man had left her again.

Chapter 18
 

Chapter eighteen

Holly was just dangling from the ceiling from her wrists which were sore, painful and raw. She couldn't put her feet down, she couldn't even scrap her toes against it. Her body was shaking with the arousal she was feeling, it was squirming trying to get rid of the intrusions in her body, it was curled up, curving, arching whenever something got too much for her to bear.

She was panting, her breathing becoming faster and faster, a lack of oxygen being taken in. She was screaming in pain from her wrists and the arousal - it was too far, she'd gotten past the stage of pleasure and was now in pain.

Holly's brain couldn't function. She couldn't think of coherent sentences, she didn't even know her own name because the vibrations were f***ing her senseless.

Holly wriggled her hips from side to side, trying to dislodge the butterfly clip on her clit but it just wasn't coming off. Nothing was leaving her body.

Holly had no idea she was left being teased. Her brain was addled with pain and pleasure but all she could see was red. Very suddenly the clip was pulled off, the dildo removed and Holly began to focus again. She felt fingers at her anal entrance and then a slight push. Moment later she was screaming as metal pushed against her anal walls stretching her ass hole. She felt fingers brush the inside of her and then the vibrating ball was gone. She felt the bumpiness as the beads were removed. The metal was left stretching her hole as footsteps headed to be in front of her. She felt another slight push and then the screaming began as the metal pushed against her vaginal walls stretching her like a speculum would. Light fingers brushed her as the vibrator was removed.

Holly felt her body relax, despite her hole being in pain and her arousal her head was clear enough that she could put her toes back against the floor and rest her wrists and open her eyes. Everything was blurry at first but her eyesight eventually cleared. Luke was in front of her. He leant forward and whispered in her ear. "You're doing fantastic. I'm so proud of you," he whispered. Holly's heart swelled. He was proud, he was happy with her. If he was angry at anything it was the way she was being treated not her.

"Luke, go lower the chains so she is still taut but her feet are flat," the dreaded male voice spoke up from the depths of the darkness. Holly heard the grinding of gears and her feet slowly lowered to the floor. She was still stretched tight but nothing was feeling too tight. There was silence for a while. Holly's heart was bounding so quickly she thought she might just have a heart attack. "Now Luke. You know what to do. It is your job to prove you can be strong enough to control and punish her. If we feel you are not doing a good enough job... well you know what happens." Holly's heart sunk. She was not feeling good about that threat. She was also now aware that there were multiple people sat around the room watching them both.

Luke's POV

"... well you know what happens," he said. I took a deep breath. I really did. It would not be good for me, or for Holly. I'd lose her. She'd be taken away from me, forced to endure constant beatings at the hand of... I shuddered. No, I was going to have to be strong. I was going to have to hurt her.

I walked up to her. Her pale skin like milk and I just wanted to run my hands over her. Tell her I was sorry. I glanced at her face and I could see the fear in her eyes. She was scared. Really scared.

I bent over the box, trying to avoid from her eyes what was about to happen. I picked up the paddle and both the rope and leather floggers/whips. I hid them against my body as I walked behind her and dropped them in a pile. I held the paddle lightly in my hand, scared to hit the milky white skin of her cheeks. 'This is for her own good,' I told myself. I gripped the paddle tighter, as if holding a cricket bat preparing to hit a high velocity ball. I closed my eyes as I swung my arms backwards and then pushed forwards, the bat meeting the resistance of her right arse cheek. I heard the grunt from Holly as she tried to bite back the pain. Her body swung forwards slightly. I opened my eyes and saw a ferocious red mark. I almost stopped and broke down but I knew for her interests and mine I had to carry on.

Swing

THWACK

*Gasp*

Swing

THWACK

*Gasp*

Swing

THWACK

*Gasp*

The pattern repeated until she started screaming. I kept going, knowing her body was on fire, the pain unbearable as she squirmed and tried to move away, the chains stopping her, her body dangling and swinging. She eventually stopped, her voice having left her. I stopped soon after and then changed my positioning until I was now aimed at her left arse cheek.

Swing

THWACK

*Gasp*

Swing

THWACK

*Gasp*

Swing

THWACK

*Gasp*

The pattern repeated, until she screamed, and then lost her voice. I stopped and glanced at the bright red marks on her cheeks. Despite how long I'd been paddling her left cheek, the right was still as bright as the left. I moved in front of her. I kept my eyes focused on the ground. If I looked at her pain, I wouldn't be able to do it. I swung at her right breast.

Swing

THWACK

*Gasp*

Swing

THWACK

*Gasp*

Swing

THWACK

*Gasp*

Holly's POV

He wouldn't look at me. He was stood directly in front of me, swinging the paddle with all his might against my body and he wouldn't even look at me. I gasped at the shock as he landed another exact blow against my right nipple. Every time he hit, he perfectly managed the same place every single time. I didn't want to scream, I didn't want him to have the satisfaction of how much pain he was causing me but I couldn't help it. I started screaming, and crying and begging until my voice deserted me and I was in so much pain I couldn't even make a noise. He stopped but I knew it wouldn't be for long. He'd move on... to the left.

Chapter 19
 

Chapter nineteen

Holly writhed in pain, her screams echoing around the room as Luke paddled her left breast. She had her eyes screwed shut, and her mouth was cracked from screaming and biting her lips. Luke could feel her pain radiating off her and he hated the fact he was putting her through this. It was his hand that was causing her pain. The screams subsided and he dropped the paddle in the box on the floor. The clatter allowed Holly a chance to catch her breath and open her eyes, thinking it was all over. Luke caught a glimpse of hope in her eyes and turned away, unable to bear seeing the betrayal when she realised it wasn't over. Not by a long shot.

Luke walked around her and picked up the leather whip. He stared at the milky white skin of her back, the small of her back protruding and the spines of her back pushing against it. He gripped the whip in his hand and closed his eyes.

There was a whistle through the air and then a sound that was as loud as thunder as the whip cracked against Holly's back, followed immediately by her piercing scream.

"Luke. Stop. Please, just stop," Holly begged through the tears and sobbing that immediately followed. She was full on crying, her body shaking with the sobs that racked through her body. "Luke, it hurts so much!" she pleaded. He kept his eyes screwed shut as he cracked the whip again. The scream echoing in his head long after it stopped. He could feel his cheeks getting wet where he was crying for her. He swung his wrist again, ignoring the tortured pleas from Holly. After 30 on her back, he opened his eyes and readjusted his aim so the whip would crack against both of her arse cheeks. Closing his eyes tightly again he continued to whip her.

Holly's POV

I've never felt pain like it.

Ever.

The leather stung with every strike, the pain concentrated in one long lash across my back, and another across my arse. My voice was hoarse, worn down from the screaming and crying. I was broken. There was no way I was coming back from this. I couldn't.

I'd always imagined playing with whipping and spanking in a relationship... but when its at full strength as a punishment... it kinda puts you off.

The room was silent after the 30th crack against my arse. Nothing was said. No-one moved. "Luke," I whispered, my voice cracking from being so dry. "Luke. Please... I'm begging you please," I said. He appeared a moment later within my eyeline. I stared at him, the whip in his hand. He stared back, his cheeks damp with tears. He looked like he was about to cry as well.

"I can't," he said, his voice stumbling over the words. "I can't Holly. If I do, it will only get worse," he added. I could hear the sincerity in his voice, and his pain. "Close your eyes Holly. Please."

I did as asked and closed my eyes, knowing that more was coming. The first hit against my stomach was unexpected, the pain all-consuming. I couldn't hear myself scream but I knew I was.

Luke's POV

I hated myself. I hated this whole system. It was hurting Holly and it was hurting me. I was angry. I was angry with everyone and everything. Except Holly. I don't think I could ever be angry with her.

I didn't intend to but the anger was getting to me, and powering the whip strikes. They were louder, stronger. I was unintentionally hurting her more by channelling my anger. I counted.

30.

I dropped the whip in the box. There was just the flogger left and that was going to be painful for her. I ducked down and reached round to grab it. "Keep still," I asked her. She nodded. I placed my left hand on her right shoulder, swinging the flogger back.

The cat's tails sprayed out across her breast. She swung backwards, her back curving away from me. I didn't blame her I would too. I repeated it 9 times. I saw her bite down on her lip, a drop of blood welling up and rolling down her chin. I walked round her and stood with my left side almost pressed up against her naked chest and stomach. I reached out with my left hand to hold her left shoulder and swung the cat's tails. They cracked against her left breast. Once,... twice,... three times... up to ten. I stepped away and I saw her eyes open. I shook my head. She clenched them tight again. I bit my lip and swung my wrist up. The cat's tails making connection with her clit and crotch. Her whole body shook and curved inwards. She cried out in pain. I dropped the flogger and ran to the chain release. I slowly lowered her to the ground and she sunk to the floor her arms and legs still stretched apart.

I removed the metal bars and Holly curled up in a tight ball to release the tension and reduce the pain.

The deputy stood up. "She call you by your name Luke. She deserves further punishment," he said.

I growled. "I'll deal with it myself. I've proved I can handle her. But right now, she needs me. Not more punishment," I said stubbornly.

"Very well. But we expect a report on the appropriate punishment given," he said. The whole set of senior team stood up, and slid out the room quietly. I rushed to Holly and pulled her into my arms. We sat there as she cried.

Chapter 20
 

Chapter twenty

Holly and Luke had no idea how long they sat there. Holly curled up in a ball, head against Luke's chest on the cold basement floor. But they didn't care. They were reunited. They were back together. Luke pushed a strand of damp sweaty hair out of Holly's face.

"Hols," he whispered, his voice tentative. "Holly. I'm so sorry," he said. "This should never of happened," he added.

Holly stretched slightly, uncurling slowly. Holly tried to clear her voice but it still came out hoarse and weak. "Luke, I get it. You didn't choose the punishment. And if you'd stopped..." her voice cracked. She coughed again. "We both would have got punished," she said. She tilted her head so she was looking up at him. She was relieved to see he was looking down at her, his eyes warm and welcoming but behind them she could see a slither of pain and guilt. She sat up fully and pressed her side into his, making sure she kept her eyes on his. "I get it," she said.

Luke wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tight. He didn't want to let go of her. He didn't want to have her leave his side. He wanted her. He released slowly but kept his arms loosely around her. "Do you reckon you can walk?" he asked. "I mean I'm happy to carry you back to the room but if you can walk that would be better," he suggested. Holly held up her hands asking for help to get up. Luke slid away from her and got to his feet, grabbing her arms and pulling gently - so as not to increase the pain she was already feeling.

Holly's legs were shaking with the effort of standing but she was up and Luke was stood by her side. "Tag?" she whispered. "I need my tag don't I?" Luke looked over her injured body, not wanting to make it worse. He nodded. "Did you get it back?" she asked. He nodded again. "Go on then, I need your help to get into it." Luke bit his lip. He really didn't want to subject her to this on top of the punishment she'd already had, but she was right. If she was caught not wearing it again... well she'd be straight back down here for more and he was certain her body couldn't stand anymore.

He left her standing shakily on her own and went towards the stairs where he had left the tag when he had come downstairs earlier. He took it back to her and with the gentlest of touches helped attach it to her nipples and neck. She winced but she didn't say anything. He threaded his arm around her waist and supported her as they walked back up the stairs and to her room.

They didn't talk. There was silence. But it wasn't uncomfortable. It was relaxed. Luke closed the door behind them as they entered Holly's room. He quickly removed the tag and Holly inched her way to her bed and carefully climbed on top of it. She lay face down and Luke could see clearly the damage the paddles and whips had done to her back and arse. There was a thin line of blood across her back where he had whipped her, her arse was bright red, almost purple. He slumped to the ground and cried.

Holly heard sobbing behind her. She twisted her head so she could see off the bed and towards Luke. "Why are you crying?" she asked. Luke didn't respond. "Luke, please. Don't cry. I just want to snuggle... with you," she requested.

Luke choked back his sobs and stared at her. "How can you want me? I'm a monster," he said. Holly shook her head and went to open her mouth. "No Holly. I am. You're bleeding. You're purple. And its because of me," he said.

Holly shifted uncomfortably, trying t move off the bed but she was in too much pain to even move towards him and comfort him. She stopped trying to move. "I don't care. You are the only person who has been friendly to me. And it may sound crazy but I think I'm falling for you."

Chapter 21
 

A/N:I'm Back! Thank you all for being so patient. Hopefully you are still enjoying it and I hope you all had a good summer break.

Chapter twenty one

"I think I'm falling for you," Holly said. Luke looked up from where he was laying on the ground. He stared into her eyes. Despite all the pain she had endured she was still smiling. Her eyes shone with hope, love, happiness and concern. Luke knew the concern wasn't for herself but for him.

He pushed himself off the floor and walked over to the bed, watching the way her eyes tracked his every movement. He stepped onto the bed, and over her, so he was laying down next to her. She turned her head so she was looking at him. "I fell for you the first time I laid down here next to you," he said truthfully. He'd known she was pretty before they had taken her, he'd known she was intelligent. But this... this burning beauty in front of him was nothing what he expected. To him her beauty was as golden as a morning sun, her personality shone like a thousand stars and the way she looked at him... it was like nothing he could compare.

Holly's smile grew even more at those words and he was hit once more by her. "I'm glad. Now can we just snuggle for a bit? I ache so much," she added. Luke nodded and moved closer to her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her towards him. Holly yawned and closed her eyes. Within seconds she was asleep, her left arm wrapped carelessly over his waist, her right arm above her head on the pillow. She was exhausted. She'd been awake 28 hours, he knew she needed a break.

He lay there for a while, watching her as she slept. She was very wriggly in bed, tossing and turning loads. He winced every time she landed heavily on her back. She was going to feel the effects of this later. She also had a tendency to sleep talk. Nothing really made sense. Not really. She'd say a few connected words and then it would be all disjointed. His name was said a lot though and Luke couldn't work out if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

He glanced at his watch and saw it was lunchtime. He carefully climbed out the bed, trying not to disturb her. He'd go pick up a takeaway for them both. That way if she was hungry when she woke up she could have some food... without the prying eyes watching her. He slipped out the door and headed towards the dining room. As he did so he noticed loads of the masters and the slaves staring at him. Everyone knew about the missing tag, and everyone was waiting to see how he would react once he came face to face with Alex.

He got to the doors and surprise Alex was waiting for him. He blocked Luke's entrance. "Hey Luke," he said nodding his head. "You all right mate? Did your slave enjoy her first night?" he asked. Luke took a deep breath but didn't retaliate. "You know she has a banging body and if we hadn't been stopped yesterday lunchtime... well I may just have fucked her. You fucked her yet? She seems to sleep a lot, plenty of chances for you to exert control," he said trying to rile Luke up.

"move out of the way Alex," Luke said calmly, despite his anger bubbling beneath the surface. "You are delaying lunch," he added before ducking under his arm and heading to the side where you could collect food to take away if you didn't want to sit in the dining room. As he walked away he heard Alex shout. "She'll end up I trouble at some point, and when she is slave swapped... well let's just say I'll be first in line." Luke clenched his fists by his side, picked up two takeaway boxes and walked back out. He let out his anger in a hiss as he walked back.

"I hate him. If he gets his hands on her..." he trailed off knowing it was a distinct possibility. Especially if he didn't think of a punishment for calling him by his actual name rather than Sir. He sighed regretfully and veered off to the store room to grab a few supplies. He was going to need them.

Chapter 22
 

Chapter twenty two

Holly stirred gently. She rolled over onto her bag and blinked the light out of her eyes. Oh how she wished it was natural sunlight and not bright artificial light that hurt her eyes and made it difficult to sleep. As she lowly came too, she realised the bed next to her was empty.

Holly sat bolt upright, worried something had happened. She relaxed a little when she saw Luke stood in the room. She frowned a little as he was stood next to a metal bar, sort of like a ballet bar, that definitely hadn't been there before. She smiled at Luke. Luke smiled back but it was weaker. "What's going on?" she asked croakily. She needed water, her throat was so dry.

Luke looked at the floor. "I need to punish you... for calling me by my name in front of the Masters," he whispered. Holly has to strain to hear what he said. His words didn't cause a reaction. She knew she had this coming, she had just hoped it would wait a little longer. Holly swung her legs out of the bed and walked over to him, wrapping her arms around his waist.

"Where do you want me?" she asked calmly. Luke looked up surprised and stared into her grey eyes. Luke grabbed her hand and guided her to the metal bar.

"lean over it please," he said quietly. Holly could hear the power in his voice but also a tremble of nerves. He didn't need to raise his voice for her to do his instructions, she wanted to please him. She placed her belly button against the bar and then leant as far over as she could, her arms hanging limply and dangling towards the ground. She felt like a rag doll. There were no words spoken, just silence

Suddenly something slammed into her anus. She jolted forwards, her stomach getting squashed against the metal. It was removed just as suddenly and she was left feeling empty for a matter of seconds before it was shoved back in as hard and fast as it could be.

In

Out

In

Out

It continued for a while, Holly trying to keep count of how many times it happened. With the force and feeling she'd realised it wasn't Luke entering her. It was most likely some sort of dildo. Her anus was becoming really sore but she refused to talk or say anything. She knew that her punishment would be being filmed as evidence she had been punished appropriately. Holly suddenly realised that she hadn't felt any pounding for a while. She wanted to look up and see what was happening but didn't want to risk further punishment. Suddenly a dildo appeared in front of her mouth. She didn't need the instruction issues by Luke to know she needed to open her mouth and deep throat it. Holly took the dildo into her mouth and felt sick when her tongue touched it. She knew that it was the same dildo that had just been in her arse as it tasted foul. She tried to ignore the taste as she licked it and swallowed it. Then he began carefully pushing it in further and pulling it out again.

In

Out

In

Out

Her throat, already sore from all the screaming and crying during the previous night and dry from her early sleep was burning. She could feel it chaffing and protesting that it couldn't take much more. Soon after she thought this the dildo was pulled out. Holly's breath came out in ragged gasps as she tried to get cooling air into her throat to soothe it. But as she tried to do so a double ended dildo appeared and one end was pushed into her mouth. The other end was carefully lined up at the entrance of her vagina. Holly closed her eyes to hide the tears. She could guess what was next.

Luke's feet disappeared from her view and she just stood there waiting for his instruction. From her position bent almost double she saw a camera appear just off to the side at crotch height, most likely perfectly catching her embarrassment of fucking herself to be seen. "Fuck your dirty cunt slave," Luke said, his voice calm and quiet but catching slightly on the word cunt as if saying it was difficult.

Clenching her teeth against the end of the dildo in her mouth to make sure she wasn't just going to drop it she began nodding her head backward and forwards, pushing the dildo in and pulling it back out.

In

Out

In

Out

Holly's teeth were being to hurt from gripping the dildo but she knew better than to stop until instructed. She was finding no pleasure from this, her vagina was too sore from the constant orgasming and edging the night before. However, she realised she wasn't totally disgusted by her own actions. Actually if she hadn't been so sore she would probably be enjoying this. Even the humiliation she felt at being such a slut would turn her on. This caused a blush to appear on her usually pale cheeks as she realised under different circumstances this would be pleasurable.

Eventually after what felt like an hour. Luke told her to stop. The dildo was pushed half way into her vagina and she left it there. He told her to remove her mouth so she did. He then twisted the dildo so the second end was aimed at her anus and pushed it in both holes, completely. There was just a short distance exposed in between her legs connecting the two holes. Luke told Holly to stand up. "You can't remove it for 48 hours. The only time it can come off is if you need to go to the bathroom to poo," Luke explained.

Holly nodded. "Yes Sir," she said knowing the camera was still on. She glanced at Luke who indicated she should continue. "And thank you for punishing this disobedient slave girl," she added as an afterthought. He nodded and switched the camera off.

He pulled her into him and hugged her tight. "I'm so proud of you Hols. You took that and dealt with it perfectly." He kissed her forehead. Then he turned serious. "But I am serious, although the cameras in this room are off unless 'activities' are happening if you take that out without permission they will punish you worse." Holly nodded and smiled weakly. "How would you like some food?" Holly nodded.

Chapter 23
 

Chapter twenty three

Holly and Luke were sat on the floor of her room finishing off their food. Every so often Holly would shift uncomfortable because the dildo was pushing into her and uncomfortable to sit on.

"I have some questions," Holly asked suddenly just as Luke was putting down his plastic fork and closing the lid on his takeaway box. Luke looked up surprised.

"About what?" he asked, curious as to what caused such a sudden question.

"They are about this place," she said cautiously. Luke shrugged and indicated she should continue. "Well first off when I arrived, whenever staff were around you were really mean and quite scary, even last night you slipped into that. Why? Why can't you just be you?"

Luke thought for a moment. "I'm a prisoner as much as you are. I know it might not seem it. For the majority of masters they sign up for this, they know what they are getting into and they love it. Me... well let's just say I didn't get much choice. I was born into this. I never wanted to take part, I tired so hard to escape - that was one of the reasons I went to uni. But they cut off funding. I couldn't afford to live at uni after they cut it off. They told me if I come back, train one girl then I could leave. And so here I am. But I know if I slip up and be me, a nice person, I'll be trapped for longer, plus you'd get worse punishments from higher ups than me," Luke explained rather rapidly trying to race through.

Holly just sat in silence and contemplated that. "I never realised you were as trapped as me," she said.

"You weren't supposed to. It's not common knowledge between anyone here," Luke added. "Any more questions? I'll do my best to answer them."

Holly nodded and wondered where to start. "You told me they were four rules to start. But looking back aren't there six? The naked/clean shaven one, the ownership tag, meals, instruction, always call you Sir, and the breast pumping one," Holly asked.

Luke contemplated this. "Not really. Maybe five is a better description. I come in and hook you up to the breast pumper, and I bring you the shaver or wax for being hair free. It's not really something you need to do. It's more a rule for me," he answered.

"Are there more I just haven't been told yet?" Holly added.

Luke nodded. "A few. Such as any 'activity' we do will either be filmed by me or the cameras in the rooms. During this obviously you need to refer to me as Sir at all times. But you also need to refer to yourself in third person in... well derogatory terms. Like slut, cunt, whore-hole, etc. Slave works too. Its why I was impressed you knew to add the thank you in third person. All the footage is sent to the Masters and they determine how well progress is being made or if punishments are appropriate."

Holly shuddered at the thought of those haunting voices watching everything. "I've got two more. What do you tell our unis, family and friends when you kidnap us? Surely someone must be missing me or wondering where I am? And secondly, describe a normal day here. Because none of the ones I've experienced yet have been normal."

Luke chuckled slightly. "True that. I know that things like uni and friends have been sorted. How? I have no idea, but nobody is missing you. Especially if you use your one phone call a week wisely to phone your family. As for a normal day. There isn't really one. Generally you get up, have breakfast, then we start to work through the list of things that you owe me, then we break for lunch, then in theory you shave or wax while your breasts get pumped, then once that is complete we then work our way through more tasks, dinner, shower, bed. Simple as that in theory. Varies depending on if you need things like punishment or I'm ill."

Holly nodded slowly. "It sounds tough," she said shivering slightly. Luke moved closer to her and embraced her in a hug.

"You've got this," he said, his belief in Holly the strongest it ever had been.

Chapter 24
 

Chapter twenty four

After eating their food, Holly and Luke sat around joking with each other until it got to 9PM and shower time. Holly looked at Luke, nervous this time. Luke smiled as reassuringly as he could but, like Holly he felt apprehensive about what could happen. Especially with Amanda and Alex clearly out to get her.

Holly stood up and stepped into her ownership tag, the chill of the metal chastity belt barely felt due to the dildo already filling her crotch. The nipple clamps were clipped in and Holly let out a slight hiss of pain. She'd forgotten how painful it was and her breasts were still sore from the gruelling late night punishment she had received. She felt the metal chain go up her back and the collar clipped to her neck. She winced slightly. The pressure in her crotch felt worse than normal. Holly had a moment of realisation. The chain was tight and painful against her crotch usually, this time there was an obstruction in the way so it was pushing the dildo further between her lips and still really tight. Holly realised the slightest bend down and she would be in agony. She bit back the tears and held her head high, not allowing anything to upset her. She walked with Luke down the corridors to the shower room.

This time she wasn't one of the first there. A lot of other masters were stood outside the door waiting for their slaves to return. As she walked past them she heard whispers going through the ranks of the masters. Rumors about her late night punishment. "Hey, look at this guys, someone has been bad enough they have to be constantly filled both ends," one of them shouted getting a glimpse of the double dildo. Holly kept her chin and refused to look at the idiot who was cat calling. As it was she wasn't paying close attention so when one of the guys stuck his foot out to trip her up she went sprawling to the floor, her face cracking hard against it.

Holly's breath came out in ragged gasps. She could feel blood in her mouth, and hear blood pounding in her ears. There was muffled laughter happening above her but Holly was to upset to really notice it. She felt a few pairs of hands grab her arms and help her up. She was looking into the faces of Jack, Conor and Luke. "Fuck Luke, she's going to need to go to medical," one of the brothers said.

"yeah, look at her. Her lip is bleeding and so swollen, her eye is bruised and her teeth - well I can't work out if the white bits are teeth or just saliva," the other added. Holly shook her head.

"No. Shower first," she mumbled. All three boys looked at her in stunned silence. "I can get the worst of the blood off and then we can work out if I need to go," she explained. All three looked at each other but couldn't fault her logic. Holly pushed past them and headed into the shower room. The changing rooms were empty. Everyone else must be in the communal showers. Keeping her ownership tag on - in the hopes that it would also prevent someone removing the dildo and getting her into more trouble, Holly walked round the corner and saw a mass of bodies all vying for the showers. She stared for a moment until she saw Lucy and the two male slaves of Jack and Conor beckoning her over. Holly smiled gratefully and went to join them. No words passed between them as they took it in turns to rinse their bodies, pour shampoo in, rinse it out and then scrub up with shower gel before rinsing off. It seemed like this was a regular thing and a pattern was already assumed. Holly had noticed something though. The reason why there was only the three of them huddled around this shower head. The temperature. Not frozen but definitely a lot cooler than the one she'd managed to get before. All the other slaves would rather fight over the steaming hot water and risk it going freezing than the tepid water produced by this one. Suddenly, just as Holly was rinising the last bit of shower gel off her back, the water went icy cold. She whimpered slightly and jumped out the way. All the way down the shower there were slaves hopping out and screaming as the cold water hit them. Some look dejected and very dry still as if they still needed to get in. Holly realised they probably did. Holly quickly left the shower room and dried off with the towel on her peg before heading back outside. Luke, Jack and Conor were all still stood there although the two slaves had also joined them. Holly knew her lip was massive and her eye was stinging and but she didn't think there was anything else wrong. They looked at her.

"She's so lucky. All her teeth are still there. I'd still get her looked at. She's going to get a black eye," Conor said. Luke nodded and took Holly by the hand down the opposite corridor to the one they had come. Holly felt sweat on the palm of his hand and looked up at him concerned. There was a tightness about his eyes and jaw that made her think, this wasn't just going to be a simple check to see if she was alright.

Chapter 25
 

Chapter twenty five

Holly and Luke stood outside a very solid looking metal door. Holly kept glancing at Luke, trying to gauge his feelings and reactions, but nothing. He was a blank canvas which Holly hated. She was so close to him, she felt like she should be able to read through even this mask but she'd never seen it before.

Luke raised his hand and knocked on the metal, it echoed loudly down the corridor. The door opened slowly and stood in front of them was a tall, thin blonde haired girl wearing the shortest nurse's dress Holly had seen. In fact she looked more like she was about to go to a fancy dress club night than an actual nurse.

"Luke," the blonde said sweeping him into a hug and kissing him. She pulled away. "I was wondering when I'd see you little brother. You know your slave has to pass a full medical at some point during her stay." the blonde added before turning to Holly. "And you must be Holly. I've heard so much about you. Honestly I've never seen Luke so happy," she said. Holly blushed at that compliment. It meant a lot to know that Luke was happy with her. "Come in," she said sweeping them into the room.

Holly stepped into a very white, clean and clinical looking room. It reassured her a little that Luke's sister did know a little bit about hygiene. There were loads of cupboards around, probably hiding things Holly didn't want to know. Around the side of the room was a plastic chair and in the middle was a sort of dentists chair but different. It was yellow plastic that was sat like a chair but could be flattened. The difference was there were a series of straps and cuffs around it to hold the patient down. Holly's heart began to pound quicker. "Holly if you could just sit in the chair for me, I'll be with you in a moment," she said. Holly looked at Luke but Luke was ignoring her and walking towards his own chair. Holly swallowed hard and walked to the chair carefully sitting down in it. She winced slightly as her ownership tag pinched her nipples and the dildo went further up her arse.

Luke's sister typed away for a moment and then returned her attention to her. "I'm Saskia by the way. Now I just need to restrain you for a moment. I'm sure you're a good girl and wouldn't try to run but just in case," Saskia said attaching the cuffs to her ankles and wrists, attaching two metal hooks to the side of her collar and a headstrap to restrain her head down. Holly tensed, nervous now. "So what seems to be the problem. I notice a ruptured lip, black eyes and grazing to the face. Maybe a broken nose. What happened to her Luke?"

"She got tripped up. By Alex," he said sullenly. Saskia nodded and set about cleaning the cuts on Holly's face and putting on butterfly stitches if they needed it. She applied a cream to Holly's eye which made Holly's eyes water. She held some ice to Holly's lip to reduce the swelling and debated with Luke what to do about the nose. Everytime Saskia touched Holly's nose she winced in pain.

"I'm going to have to fix it. Holly can't bear anyone touching it even lightly" Saskia said talking to Luke. She turned back to Holly. "Ok, Holly. This is going to be really painful and I'm sorry," she said before quickly yanking Holly's nose into place. Holly had no time to scream. The pain flooded her body. Her breaths came out in ragged gasps. Holly blinked back her tears and swallowed her uncried chokes. Saskia put support strips against her nose. "So that's the reason she came here. Luke you know I can't leave without doing the full details check." There was no response from Luke.

Saskia pressed a button with her foot and the chair lowered until Holly was laying flat. "Ok Holly, I need to take some measurements and check your ability to withstand what you are going to go through. I'm going to unclip your ownership tag for a bit alright, but your collar will remain on."

Holly unable to nod as a response just smiled weakly as Saskia removed the clamps from her nipples and the chastity belt. There was a tape measure brought out and her height was measured. Then the tape measure went around her hips, her upper thighs, her calves, her ankles, against her feet, around her upper arms, neck, head, torso, below her breasts, across her breast, the circumference of each breast, their height from her chest, the size of her nipples. There was a tug at her jaw and her mouth was opened wide. A piece of metal was placed inside keeping her mouth open. The metal stretched suddenly, forcing her mouth open wider and wider until Holly screamed. The measurement was recorded and then her mouth was filled with a dildo and then it was removed. And replaced with a longer and wider dildo and removed. This kept happening until her mouth was filled with the girth of the dildo and could take no more and then removed. then a similar dildo in girth was placed in but it was longer and then removed. And it continued until she gagged and couldn't breath at all. The dildo was removed and Holly wanted to close her mouth to get air into her lungs but couldn't. The metal was removed and holly closed her jaw, massaging it by moving it, taking in big gulps of oxygen. Then the double dildo was removed.

Holly felt a scratch on her arms and raised her head as much as she could to see that Saskia had just injected her with something. Holly started to feel woozy and light-headed. Saskia's voice became muffled. But Holly was conscious. She hadn't plunged into darkness she could still see and feel, just... everything was muted.

Chapter 26
 

Chapter twenty six

Holly was struggling to keep her awareness of what was going on. She felt a push against her vagina and then a sudden pop and slide. It then was removed and Holly felt very empty. Then something slightly bigger was pushing at her opening again. Holly wriggled her bottom uncomfortably. She could just work out that it was the same dildo's being used in her vagina as was used in her mouth. 'She's seeing how much I can take,' Holly thought. As soon as she thought this she forgot it. Her thoughts becoming incoherent and muffled. All she could feel was the push and pull on her vagina. Her legs twitched slightly each time with the ache in her pussy from the stretching but with whatever drug she'd been given the pain wasn't unbearable yet.

Eventually she started to feel uncomfortable inside and wriggled to try and expel the dildo. It was removed shortly afterwards. Then something of the same length went back in, Holly didn't understand why. Her thoughts were so messed up all she felt was the pain.

Suddenly she screamed, there was pain and a lot of it. She couldn't tell where but there just was. The thing inside her was removed. Holly stopped screaming. Then the process repeated against her arse.

Holly felt the swirls of the drug take over and saw stars and rainbows and smiley faces as the process of measuring how much she could take continued. The peace and calm she felt was like no other and she swam through it, basking in the glory of it. Then suddenly breaking through the calm was a sharp angry pain. Holly screamed. It went away.

"Ok, she can take a lot Luke," Saskia said, Holly hearing her voice all muffled.

"Great. I can take her now then?" he said.

Luke's POV

"No. We still need to test her libido, her pain in her clit and nipples, she needs an enema. Plus I need to check her file to see if anything else needs doing," Saskia said calmly.

I watched as my drugged up girl just hummed away to herself, clearly in a world of her own far away from here. Saskia pulled out some drugs. She slipped one into Holly's mouth. And then she just waited. Within a matter of moments Holly's clit began to grow enlarged and she began to get wet and leaky. It was weird seeing her juices just flow from her. "My word, she is very easily aroused. Torture for her will be a difficult thing to take," my sister said. I rolled my eyes. She leant over and clamped her nipples and clit waiting to see for any changes in colour or any pain from Holly.

There was quite a long pause in which we waited so my sister filled me in on all the gossip from around site. "Obviously you and Holly are the main focus of the gossip just because, well, nobody expected it. Especially not you to fall in love with her. I've heard of Stockholm syndrome but this..." There was a groan from behind her and Saskia turned to look at Holly. She was bucking her hips to try and remove the painful obtrusion attached to her clit. Saskia unclipped it and examined her clit and then what she could see of the nipples. She removed those as well.

Saskia stood upright and went to get her enema bag filling it with warm soapy water. She unstrapped Holly's ankles and then pulled her legs above her head, connecting her ankles to the chair above her head. Holly's ass was directly over the top of her face. Her libido was still in overdrive and the juices ran off her pussy and down her legs or dripped onto her face. Holly didn't even react. I hated seeing her so... docile. Saskia inserted the tube and began filling her up with the water. A full three litres made it in. There was some slight groans from Holly where it was pushing on her bladder and she felt bloated. Then Saskia gave her another tablet. This time I knew exactly what it was. A laxative. To make Holly empty her bowels. Empty them all over herself.

Holly began groaning a lot. She kept wriggling her stomach and hips trying to get some ease from everything. She couldn't so the groaning continued.

I'm not sure how long we waited for her anus muscles to relax but eventually they did and a surge of liquid shit released straight over Holly' face. She was so relieved to be free of the pain and the joy of the drugs that she didn't even realise. Once she was empty, Saskia used a speculum to look inside and make sure she was clean. She unattached Holly's legs and retied them to the bottom of the chair. I couldn't look at Holly covered in her own faeces but smiling through it. If she had been with it and aware she would have been disgusted.

"Ok, Luke there are a couple of notes on here. The first is the branding mark," Saskia said. I shook my head.

"No. She's not been here six weeks. If we get through the list in less than six weeks she doesn't need it," I said defiantly.

"Have you seen your list?" Saskia said. "Besides this isn't something I can argue with. its from above," she added. We both rolled our eyes and sighed. Neither of us had a great relationship with our parents. "Secondly her nipples and clit need piercing apparently and bells attached to them?" she asked curiously.

"I know it was something she bet but does it have to be now?" I asked.

Saskia contemplated. "No, not the clit one but the nipples yes. I'll get started with the branding and piercing then we can sort out the other part."

She got out an iron brand with the logo of this place on it and shoved it in the fire to warm up. While waiting for it to warm up she got her piercing kit out and pierced straight through Holly's nipples, attaching a small ring with a bell on it.

Then she got the brand and aimed it over her left hip before pushing down. Holly, despite her happy state, screamed and screamed even after the brand had left her skin. Saskia turned back to me.

"And finally on here, its says, 'udder transformation'" she said turning to me.

I shook my head "No. No way. Not today," I said.

Holly's POV

The pain. The pain is burning. Through it all I hear a fuzzy voice. "udder transformation". I wonder what that is. "Luke its a long process. I have to inject the breasts with hormones to make them produce milk, they need to be enlarged and the new ones need to grow," the fuzzy voice said. There was muted response and I felt my releases being undone.

"It's over Holly. Luke is going to take you to get clean," the voice said as they clipped stuff to me. I felt Luke's hand in mine and he walked me away. As he did so I heard a soft jingling noise as we walked

Chapter 27
 

Chapter twenty seven

Holly's POV

I let myself be dragged by Luke. I couldn't really do anything else. I had no knowledge of where we were going, no ability to lead myself, and hardly any to actually place one foot in front of the other.

He opened a door I'd never noticed before. Inside there was little more than a hose. He closed the door and turned on the light. He guided me to stand in a particular spot and I just did, staring at him in wonder. I noticed he rolled his eyes. He turned the tape on and the hose began to have a trickle of water come out of it. He Picked up the hose and aimed it at the floor before turning the tap more. There was a sudden gush of water. A powerful stream. Before I could wonder why we were here he lifted the hose up, the water battering my body. The powerful stream trying to knock the nipple clamps off. He ran the hose up and down covering me in freezing cold water from head to toe.

But it brought me to. Whatever drug had been making me docile, it was no longer working. I twisted uncomfortably in the stream wanting it to stop. He aimed the hose a lot at my face, I didn't know why. He turned it off and stared at me.

"Better?" he asked. I nodded. I looked down at my own feet in embarrassment and shame that I had been reduced to nothing more than a slavering slave. As I did so I noticed a few things. On my left hip the skin was all dark red and raw, part of it even black. That's when my nerve endings flooded with the pain.

Luke's POV

I hated seeing her so docile, but the realisation she had as she looked at her own body. That was worse to see. She doubled up in pain, her nerve endings so overloaded with the branding and piercing pain that she couldn't even scream just double up and let the tears flow freely. I could see her choking on the screams. She arched her back the other way and writhed and twisted trying to get rid of the pain she was feeling. It was awful.

She calmed down slowly. Once she was calmer and less flooded with pain I approached her cautiously. It may not be my decision but I didn't exactly fight that much for her. I just accepted it. She threw herself at me, the jingling from her nipples the only warning I had to be ready to catch her. She burrowed her face into my neck and sobbed quietly. "What happened?" she asked softly.

I stroked her hair gently, not even caring that she was soaked. She was my responsibility to care for and I was going to do that. "If a slave is here for more than six weeks they start to become the property of the 'school'. To mark this they brand the slaves, that way even if they earn their freedom they can't ever pretend that it never happened. Having seen the length of your list of tasks the heads have clearly decided you will be here for longer than six weeks and asked Saskia to brand you immediately. Sometimes, even if they earn their freedom those that are branded would rather stay here as staff - abused and tortured." I kept stroking her. Her breathing was quite deep. I could see her shoulder blades moving with each breath. I felt her nod against my shoulder. She looked up at me.

"Take me back," she whispered. I stared at her. Stunned. How could she want to go back to the medical room. "Take me back to my room," she added. I let out a sigh of relief. I was so relieved. If we'd gone back to the medical room, I would have had no option but to allow Saskia to go ahead with the rest of the transformations.

"Before we go, there's one more thing you might want to note," I said. She pulled away from me and glanced down, her eyes falling onto the nipple clamps, and below that the nipple rings with bells. She looked up at me, scared. "Task 104 - you agreed that piercing erogenous zones is something thrilling and exciting but you were too scared to go ahead with. You bet both nipples and your clit. You lost," I said, my voice breaking. She closed her eyes and I saw her swallow her cries. She opened them and smiled at me.

"You really meant every word didn't you?" she said. I nodded and I saw the recognition of fear on her face. Deep down, I knew that when she was betting tasks or telling me her wildest fantasies she never expected that everything would ever be recorded, and held against her. I knew she would have agreed to things way, way over any limits she personally had. But now... now they were coming true.

Holly's POV

My mind was working overtime. Trying to think of all the things and fantasies and bets we had shared. Loads of my fantasies were just that. Fantasies. They weren't things I ever wanted to do. Heck, half of them creeped me out and in a normal BDSM relationship would be my hard limits. The only positive I could make out was that although at some point I was going to have to do them, it was Luke I would be working with to get them complete. And he'd support me and push me, but make it safe too.

I followed him back to my room, now aware that the jingling noise was my nipples. I wondered why my clit wasn't also pierced just yet. I could feel the double dildo pushing into me, but it no longer gave me the joys of humiliation. It felt like what it was. A punishment for being a slut.

We got to my room and Luke removed my ownership tag. I went over to my bed and lay down under the covers. Not talking. I tried to lay on my right side to prevent pushing the dildo in further but that hurt my nipples as the bells tugged at them. I lay flat on my back and closed my eyes. I loved Luke. But right now, I didn't want anything to do with him. I heard the door open and close. I sobbed the moment I thought he was out of ear-shot.

Luke's POV

I closed Holly's door. Despite everything that had happened, this was what broke Holly and it broke me too. I'd done horrible things to her during her punishment night but she'd forgiven me and reassured me. Now, Saskia had done the deeds but I just watched and she gave me the cold shoulder. I felt awful. But I knew who to blame, and it wasn't even cheering me up.

I stormed down the corridors, walking as fast as I could. I needed a word with the heads.

??? POV

The door was closed. A gentle push on the handle told me everything I needed to know. The door was unlocked.

Chapter 28
 

Chapter twenty eight

Luke's POV

I strode down the corridors, determined to get my answers. I typed in the door code to my family's private residence. The door clicked and I pushed through, making sure it closed properly behind me. I ran up the stairs and faltered at the door at the top. The moment I pushed that door open I was opening a can of worms I didn't want to bring back. I hadn't been back to this part of the building since I came back apart from that one meeting to agree they'd pay my uni fees if I ruined someone. I took a deep breath and pushed the door open. 12 pairs of eyes looked up and stared at me.

Holly's POV

I was rudely awakened. I tried to open my eyes but even with them fully open I couldn't see a thing. I took a deep breath and realised that there was something restrictive in my mouth, reducing my ability to breath. I bit down tentatively. A hard rubber ball. I relaxed a little. Alright, it was just a gag.

I tried to roll open but realised there was a heavy weight on my chest and I couldn't move. 'That's what woke me up' I thought. Using my senses I could feel a slight pain between my legs, probably around my clit and I could feel a slight tug at both of my nipples, the bells jingling slightly. There was something cold and metal like around my nipple. The tugging increased. My nipple was being pulled upwards and upwards, further than a hand could pull. I wriggled uncomfortably and received a slap to the clamp on my clit. I gasped in pain, the noise muffled by the gag. With a limited knowledge of BDSM I was trying to wrack my brains for what device was being used on my tits. 'Tit tower' I thought. 'Like a metal rack that you adjust and it pulls,' I added mentally. I'd seen pictures of nipples that had been exposed to that. It was not pretty. I began to kick out. This didn't feel right. This didn't feel like something Luke would do.

Luke's POV

I froze. "Well come in Luke," my father said disdainfully. I stepped through the door and closed it behind me. I walked tentatively towards the sofas where they were all at. My mum, my dad, both sets of grandparents, my two older brothers, Saskia, Aunt Jane and my two cousins. Saskia smiled weakly at me. Out of everyone here she didn't seem surprised to see me. I assumed that was because of how furious I'd been when we left. I could tell she wanted to leave but she also didn't want to leave me alone with the piranhas. She knew I needed someone on my side.

"I need a word with you," I said pulling myself up to my full height. "It's about Holly." I added.

I saw my brothers nudge each other and roll their eyes. "You should be pleased that a slut like that wants to be with you. If she wants to change I'll happily take her," Mark said. Matt nodded in agreement. I glared at the twins. "What she's fit as fuck?!"

"Yeah well you'd have to get in line if she gets taken off me. Alex has got her eye on her as well," I told them annoyed. Both grimaced a little, not for fear of getting into a fight with him but for Holly. I turned back to my dad who had turned his attention back to the TV screen in front of him. "Why the fuck would you tell Sas to brand Holly on her second day?!" I exclaimed knowing I clearly wasn't going to get him alone. "Six weeks is the limit. Six. she's had two days. That's going to be with her for life," I shouted my voice getting angrier as I spoke. I notice Clara and Megan slink out the room. At 14 and 16 although involved in the business they weren't allowed out of the tower in case they saw something inappropriate.

My grandfather rose from his chair. "Turn the tone down," he said not raising his voice. I immediately felt chastised and looked at my feet. At 58 he still had a hand in control. In fact he was the executive head. "When this family started this school the people who came wanted to be owned, either by the school or later the customers. The brand became a part of their identity. If they were sold or went to live with an owner they had the guarantee that the slave would be well behaved and trusted. It was an integral part of the community. Any problems they could be brought back for advanced retraining. In recent years it has become a shambles. Masters come in, pick slaves, train them in what they want and then they graduate and go away together. They don't need the branding because it was a short course or because it isn't their whole life. If they are here for more than six weeks, chances are they will be here a long time. What's going to happen to Miss Holly when you finish your Mastering and graduate and she graduates slaving? You going to take someone with real life udders with you? Is she going to be able to integrate back into society with essentially four breasts, that all produce milk and will constantly leak? NO!" that was the first word he shouted. "Be logical. She'll get sold on to some hucow farmer or some deranged sex addict Master who wants a hucow. The branding means if she goes awry she can be retrained... by someone better than you."

I stood there. Stunned. Unable to move. Grandad had always been kind to me, or at least this one had. Yet here he was slagging my abilities off. I could see the logic in his words but I knew deep down that Holly would find a way to fit back in to society. She wouldn't want to stay. Everyone was watching me to see my reaction. My dad had that cold gleam in his eye, daring me to defy them. I turned on my heels and headed out the room. I heard footsteps behind me. A hand grabbed my shoulder. I turned to look at Saskia.

"I'm sorry," she said. I shrugged her off and walked down the tower stairs, locking up behind me and heading down to the Master quarters.

Holly's POV

The pain racked my body, I was screaming but he didn't stop. The noise muffled by the gag. It stopped suddenly. Everything was removed except my blindfold.

"Luke," I whispered. "Luke why are you doing this?" There was no response. I pulled the blindfold off. There was no one there. I dropped it to the ground and looked at my sore red nipples. I cried quietly and rolled over to sleep.

Chapter 29
 

Chapter twenty nine

Holly's POV

I woke up to a ringing noise. I was in a foul mood. I'd had time to think and I knew that what had happened last night wasn't part of my contract. And I was fuming as a result. I sat upright in my bed and glanced around. The blindfold had gone. No trace of it anywhere. Luke was there, sat on the end of my bed. I glowered at him. He looked sadly back at me.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"You'd better be. It really hurt," I added knowing my voice had taken on a whiny tone.

"I know. I can imagine. And I can only continue to apologise about it. I didn't want it to happen," he explained. "I tried to persuade them to stop it from happening."

"But you still went ahead with it," I accused brazenly. He nodded sadly. Seeing him so dejected and upset with hurting me made my heart flutter. I couldn't remain angry, not forever. "What's first this morning?" I asked, softening my tone.

He held up an awkward looking machine. Taking a closer look I realised it was a cow milking device. Despite him putting a stop to the hormone injection and added udders, he still had to put me through the training. I got out of the bed. He told me it would be easier to be on all fours as it was very heavy when attached to my chest so the closer it was to the ground, the less tugging would happen. I got on all fours. He attached the straps around my back and two of the suction cups to my breasts. He gently let the machine dangle and I realised what he meant. He flicked a switch and the suction increased dragging my tender nipples. Luckily Luke had taken my nipple rings out before attaching it to me or it would have been even more painful. In his hand he held up some wax strips. I knew it was necessary but the idea of him doing it to me while I was helpless gave me shivers.

Luke's POV

I'd prepared myself for Holly's anger at the branding. I'd expected it. But as much as I'd prepared for it, the malice in her eyes had stunned me and threw me. I felt guilty and upset about all that had happened yesterday and seeing her upset and angry about it only fuelled it.

I set up the milking machine for her. I hated doing this because I knew eventually she would need the injections for this to be complete. She'd bet it, it was happening and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

She looked like she was in pain. Like the suction was too strong and was hurting her. I turned away unable to see the pain. I started rubbing the wax strips to heat them up. I placed them on the back of her legs to started, ripping off any tiny little hairs that had grown. every time I did so she jolted uncomfortably, which would have made the pain from the machine worse. I slowly moved up to her arse to ensure she was fully hair free. I then moved onto her arms. I was keeping a close eye on my watch so I knew when ten minutes had passed. The cameras were rolling, so if I took it off before the expected time, well, after kicking off last night who knows what would happen. I ripped the wax strips off her arms, her face wincing in pain.

The time finished so I switched the machine off and removed it. She let out such a sigh of relief. The look in my eye as she was about to speak warned her to be careful.

"Thank you for milking this dirty cow Sir. This cow deserves the treatment it receives," Holly said mindful of her third person. I said nothing but kicked her gently in the ribs to tell her to roll over. She did so.

Holly's POV

I'd forgotten about the cameras until I'd seen Luke's warning look. The double dildo still my holes warned me about screwing up in front of them. I rolled over as he instructed through his foot. I lay flat on my back while he continued with the wax strips ripping off my hair. Able to focus on just one thing at a time now I thanked him after every strip was removed. He just smiled at me. Pleased with my work. I heard a slight whirring sound like something was powering down. I saw Luke glance behind him. He visibly relaxed and so did I.

I sat up. "Let's go get some breakfast," he said. I nodded and stood up, getting into my ownership tag. He replaced my nipple rings as well much to my horror. I followed him out, jingling as I did so. It was so humiliating. I could feel my cheeks blushing red. The whole idea of being stark naked bothered me but not as much as the bells.

We sat down at a table with Cara and Lucy, and Jack and Conor and their slaves. Lucy and the two guys sat on one side of the table while Cara, Jack and Conor sat the other. Luke indicated that she should them on the other side. She sat in between the boys.

Luke's POV

"I never introduced you properly," I said looking at Holly. "This is Jack," he said indicating the slightly darker haired brother, "and this is Conor," he said. She smiled weakly.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Sir," Holly said carefully. They smiled back.

"It's nice to meet you too Holly. Next to you is George," Conor said cheerfully.

"And on the other side is Liam," Jack added. Each of the slaves nodded their head in indication slightly. I saw Holly look at them and take it in.

I looked towards the head table. There was no food out this morning. I wondered why. Everyone was sat with the slaves grouped on one side and the masters on the other. That meant there was some announcement to be made. Food wouldn't be served until afterwards. I regretted my outburst last night, concerned that my behaviour would have an impact on what was about to happen.

A/n: just a heads up that in a few chapters there will be some rape. Just a warning if you don't want to continue reading

Chapter 30
 

Chapter thirty

The, for want of a better word, head masters walked in with power and purpose into the room. They spread out behind their chairs and all but one sat. The head.

"Good morning everyone. Now you have probably realised there is no food at the moment. That is because we have an important announcement," the head said loudly. Holly shivered, the voice was the one she had nightmares about. The voice that she had heard forcing Luke to do things he didn't want to do to her. The one who forced the punishment on her. "On Saturday, some very important guests are arriving. They will be here for a full week. During that time some of our slaves will be... well I suppose off timetable. You see there will be a number of feasts and balls in their honour. In fact every evening there will be need for waiters and waitresses and... entertainers. As senior management we have decided the names of the slaves who we feel will flourish in this role. They will also be required to work in the kitchens making the food that they will serve."

Luke's POV

Listening to my dad ramble was enough to make me feel sick. A full week of slaving over a kitchen stove, waiting hand and foot on others, entertaining them how they want. I shuddered. The only good thing about this was that unless trained the slaves wouldn't have to give sexual favours. I glanced at Holly who was frowning, clearly not happy with what was being said. In my head I calculated her chances of being picked.

By then there would be no dildo up her body, it would be good experience for her to be a slave in case she got sold on, my outburst last night, the fact an entire week of training would be lost pushing her closer to the 6 week rule that they so clearly want her to reach. 100%.

Holly's POV

George, Liam and Lucy all stiffened a little at the words being spoken. They had clearly experienced something like this before and didn't want to again. I could hear Jack and Conor muttering angrily, their legs bouncing up and down under the table as we waited for the names.

"Those to serve as servants and kitchen rats are: Megan, Alex, Olivia, Lucy, George, Jack, Ryan and Holly. Those to serve as sexual favours staff are: Amanda, Alicia, Morgan, Reece. You and your masters and required to stay behind after breakfast for more information," the head added. "Now breakfast can be served." At that kitchen staff rushed in with plates and tureens of food.

I turned to face Luke. All four of the masters I was sat with had gone pale. The other slaves were also looking dejected. Luke caught my eye. "It'll be fine," he reassured me. "Maybe it won't be as bad as the last time," he added to reassure the others.

Jack looked up. "We were so close to finishing. To getting Liam out of here before the six weeks. Four days, that was our deadline. And I had it all planned out to finish on the third day. Now, even if I manage to get it all done before the guests arrive, he will have to stay. He will get branded Luke. How can you say it will be ok?" Jack asked angrily. Luke looked at the table.

"I know about the branding rules Jack. But they are doing it for a reason," Luke said quietly. "Holly stand up," he said. I did as asked. I turned slightly so my hip was facing the masters. "They want ours to be broken. They hate the fact we care," he added. Jack, Conor and Lucy all just stared in horror at my hip. I sat down. As I glanced at Liam, George and Cara they all looked pale. "the more they brand or permanently change, the less likely they will want to return to civilisation and the more money they get for selling them onto wealthy masters. Money talks. I should know."

The breakfast was finished in silence as we all contemplated our next week.

Chapter 31
 

Chapter thirty one

Breakfast finished and the rest of the masters and their slaves trailed out. The table that Holly was sat on was quiet. No words being spoken. For Holly it was nerves keeping her silent. For Luke is was anxiety, for Jack and Liam it was distress, for Lucy, Cara, Conor and George it was thoughtfulness. Everyone had reasons to be concerned by what was about to happen.

"Approach," a voice from the head table announced. Reluctantly the eight of them followed the rest up to the table. The Masters lined up in a straight line in front of the table. The slaves knelt on the floor in front of them, heads down.

"Good manners from them all. I think we've picked the right people," a female voice said. There was a murmur of agreement from all at the table.

"Look up. We want to see your faces," the first voice added. Holly and the rest looked upwards, staring into the face of the leadership team. "Excellent. Now some of you will have done this before - in fact some of you are specifically trained for this. But for those that are new, here is an explanation. Anyone who was named a servant, you will be living down in the kitchen for the entire week they are here. You are on constant call. You will be helping with the cooking of food, and the serving of food, as well as to fetch and carry and tidy guest accommodation. If they ask anything of you, unless it is sex, you do. You're job is to entertain and give them everything they want. If you are asleep and a bell goes off, you go to them. No arguments. Understood?"

"Yes Sir," was murmured by the 8 slaves chosen for this role.

"As for the other four. Well you know your roles already. I expect all of you to report to the kitchen at 4am the day after tomorrow. Masters, if your slave is new to this you may want to train them up a little so they don't screw up. You might want to do this even if your slave has done it before. You are all dismissed except Luke and Jack," he added.

Luke's POV

The rest left. Jack and I glanced at each other, confused. Liam and Holly on the other hand just stared defiantly ahead. "Jack," my father said. "I hear positive things about Liam. That he should have training complete very soon," he added.

"Yes Sir. He has four days till branding and I reckon we can get everything done by last thing tomorrow Sir," Jack said politely. I could feel his tension, his hope that Liam would be allowed to leave prior to this.

"It's very unfortunate then that this falls now," my father added. "Unfortunately we can't change the servants. The guests saw pictures and picked who they wanted. I'm afraid we can't disappoint. Please take Liam to be branded today. We don't want it looking raw when they arrive," he explained. I saw Jack's shoulders slump in defeat. There was no arguing with this one. It was happening whether he wanted it to or not.

"Please," a quiet voice pleaded. I glanced down, surprised that Liam had the courage to challenge. He had been on the receiving end before. My father turned his stony gaze down.

"What did you just say?" he demanded. Liam dropped his head and didn't respond. "I thought as much. Jack take him," my father said. Jack turned and Liam stood up to follow. He shot a hurt gaze over his shoulder at Holly and I. I felt bad for him. "Luke," my fathers voice jolted me out of my pity for him.

"Yes Sir," I said tentatively.

"They picked seven, not eight. Why do you think Holly has been added to the list last minute?" my father asked me. My heart dropped. I was the reason she was being forced to do this.

"She's new? Her picture wasn't available when the guests were deciding?" I asked hopefully.

"That is one reason, but there is another," he agreed.

"My behaviour. Last night. It wasn't acceptable and now she's being punished for my mistakes," I said quietly. My father nodded.

"Good. And I hope Holly forgives you for it," he said before walking off with the rest of my family. Holly looked up at me and I saw in her eyes, that she had already forgiven me. And that was why I loved her.

Chapter 32
 

Chapter thirty two

Holly's POV

Listening to Luke's father speak I realised that Luke had tried to prevent the incident last night. He'd got into trouble over it and ... well I was being punished as a result but he cared. He actually cared. Last night when I'd been abused, it hadn't been choice. It had been demand. I smiled as I followed him out. Relieved to have answer.

We walked down the corridors and I realised that a lot of them were unfamiliar. We obviously weren't going back to my room. He was obviously taking me somewhere to even train for this event or complete some of my tasks.

Luke's POV

I have no idea how Holly can be so optimistic. She's smiling, there's a spring in her step. She's so positive all of the time. And I love her for that. I didn't exchange any words with her, just led her to one of the training rooms. It was the smallest of the eight available, but it was also the quietest. Only Cara, Jack and Conor used it because the facilities... well lets just say they weren't as fantastic as the rest.

We walked into the very grey concrete room, with no natural light. It was chilly and I was relieved to have my thick jumper with me. I glanced at Holly and could see the goosebumps forming. "Sorry it's so cold," Jack said, looking up when we entered. Holly shrugged her shoulders. I elbowed her in the ribs and pointed upwards. I saw her look up and see all the cameras. Every inch of that room was covered, every angle and close up possible so they could see the full details of what was happening. I closed the door and removed her ownership tag.

"You don't have to wear this whilst in here. But you do have to wear it when you leave. Understood?" I asked.

"Yes Sir," she said meekly looking at her feet. I don't think it was nerves, I think it was wanting to show willing and good behaviour.

"Excellent. Well training has changed for today. I'm going to be teaching you the basic skills you need to be able to do for your role as waitress. You will drill this over and over today and tomorrow. If you mess up, you will be punished. During your time as a waitress you will not need to wear your ownership tag. You will be naked the entire time so that they can see you in all your glory. Now pick up that tray over there," I added pointing to behind Jack's head.

I watched as Holly scuttled over and grabbed the tray and carried it over to me. She stood in front of me, holding the tray in front of her - covering herself with it. I knew it was unintentional but it was against the rules. I sighed and turned away to find a whip. "Turn around," I demanded. She did so quickly and I gave her five lashes. "Every time you mess up you will be whipped. No using the tray to cover yourself at any point. You must fully be on display at all times," I demanded. "Now, hold the tray in one hand as if it was full with plates."

Holly turned her palm over and placed the tray on top. I could see her working out the best way to hold it without covering her. She twisted her arm so that her hand was stuck over the side away from her body at about shoulder height. I swung the whip, catching her stomach five times. She winced and I could see the anger in her eyes. I wasn't telling her the rules because I wasn't allowed to until she messed up. It was torture for both of us. "Not so high. It should be in line with your midriff," I told her. She adjusted her positioning. I nodded approvingly. I glanced around the room and saw Jack completing a task with Liam but Conor and George were sprawled on the floor not doing a lot. "Walk over to Conor and offer him a drink," I said raising my voice so that Conor knew to test her. Conor winked at me to say he had got the message.

Holly's POV

I kept my head high as I walked towards Conor. I was scared of tripping over my own feet but guessed looking down would be punishable. I kept glancing out the corner of my eye at the tray. I was struggling to keep it flat now. How was I going to cope when it was laden with food or drink? I got to Conor and paused in front of him. He'd stood up by the time I reached him and watched me carefully. I bit my lip but offered the tray towards him, trying to keep it away from my body. As I did so, I looked down a little so I wasn't staring into his eyes.

"Oops," I heard. I glanced upwards. "I knocked off all your glasses. What are you going to do?" he asked. I crouched down to pick them up and within moments was yanked back upwards. "No," he said gently. "You bend at the hips only. No knees, no crouching. You may need to widen your stance to reach things that have been dropped. Understand?" he asked.

"Yes Sir," I said politely.

"Secondly, always look at the person, don't look away. They won't like it," he added. I nodded. "If it is red wine on a white carpet what are you going to do?"

"Get cleaning stuff?" I replied cautiously.

"Yep. It is at that stage you can then kneel on all fours, butt high in air to clean up. You may find that some guests will tell you to get on all four and either lick or eat it up yourself. They get joy out of watching you scrabble," Conor added. He turned to Luke. "Two things wrong," he shouted. I scurried back to him to face the punishment.

Chapter 33
 

Chapter thirty three

Holly's POV

You have to give it to Luke. Associating completing a task wrong with pain was a quick way to learn. Or should be. I growled as I stumbled and the tray went spiralling out of my hand.

I heard laughing behind me and turned to glare at Jack, Conor and Luke. Liam and George were sat by their feet grinning but not laughing. I'd been doing it all day yet I still couldn't get the hand of keeping my head high and trusting my nerves to tell me if the tray was tripping, or my own awareness of my surroundings that I wouldn't fall over. At lunch Luke had confided in me that actually I was doing exceptionally well and he was proud of me, but while he was stood laughing at me right now, I no longer felt the rush of pride that filled me at his words. In fact all I wanted to do was punch him in the face.

"I really shouldn't laugh," Luke said. I raised an eyebrow as if to say 'yeah, stop.' He didn't understand and carried on talking. "If this happens when you are waitressing... well I dread to think what would happen to you," he added more solemnly. All the boys stopped grinning at that and George stuck his hand up tentatively.

"I still have the scar," he said quietly when Conor gave him permission to speak. I grabbed the tray from the floor and hurried closer as he stood up and put his foot on the top step and tensed his muscle. Highly visible on his tanned legs was a 3 inch long white jagged scar. I stared at it, half fascinated, half horrified.

"George fell over, the first time he did it. He was made to clean it up with just his mouth. But the stabbed him in the leg with a knife that they chained to a chair leg so he had to pull his leg through the knife to reach it all," Conor said in answer to my quiet pleas. I looked up and stared at him. Conor was looking all serious which made me think he wasn't exaggerating. I felt my stomach churn as I pictured the knife tearing through George's muscle. The blood... I put a hand to my mouth and quickly hunted round for a bucket. I found one and ran over to it, grabbing it and throwing up. I shuddered violently. I felt a cold hand on my shoulder.

"It's not the same people. They may be nicer," Luke said in my ear. I looked up from the bucket, my eyes showing him how much I doubted that. Luke took the bucket off me and told me to get my ownership tag back on. I turned round and saw George and Liam already getting 'dressed'. I quickly slipped mine on and attached the pegs, my nipples already tender from trying to adjust to the bells. I followed the rest out and down to the showers.

We quickly entered and took our positions underneath the far showerhead with Lucy. We hadn't seen much of Lucy as she and Cara had been in her room all day so it was good to see her and have our little group complete.

After the showers Luke and I headed back to my room. We spent about 20 minutes cuddling up before I started yawning. Today had been tiring and I just wanted to sleep. He kissed me lightly and left the room. I settled down, careful of my hip and bells.

???'s POV

I watched Luke leave and noticed he didn't lock the door. Clearly he thought that alone in her room Holly would be safe. The CCTV cameras went on overnight to make sure nobody tried to escape, but Luke didn't realise I had friends. Friends who could loop the footage to make it appear she was just sleeping and nothing else was happening. In a few days Luke was going to regret his decision to leave the room unlocked when his precious slave started hating him.

Holly's POV

I hadn't been asleep long before I felt an ache at my vagina. I opened my eyes and saw blackness. Pure blackness. The mask was back. My hands were tied and I was gagged again. I groaned internally. How many nights was this going to happen under management rules. I felt a pinch at my vagina and I realised pegs would being clipped to my lips. I rocked my hips up and down, a clear warning sign I was unhappy and in pain but a hand just pushed me back into the bed and continued its methodically clipping into a huge pinch on my clit caused me to scream through my gag.

There was no noise but my steady breathing. Then all of a sudden, pain burst through my nerve endings. When I refocused, I was untied and ungagged. I removed the blindfold and wasn't surprised to see the room empty again. I closed my legs and pressed them towards each other hard to reduce the pain. I took deep breaths and slowly slide back into unconsciousness.

Chapter 34
 

Chapter thirty four

Luke's POV

I stared at my gorgeous sleeping girl. Asleep all the optimism and pretence Holly gave during the day was gone. She was relaxed and you could tell that despite her pretending otherwise she was scared about her life here. Her bed covers were strewn awkwardly, her hair splayed out messily. She'd clearly been tossing and turning all night. I perched on the end of her bed and gently touched her foot. She stirred and looked up at me.

"Morning," she said sleepily. She swung her legs out of bed and got on the floor in front of me. She'd spotted the milking machine and could guess what was going to happen. Without a word I removed her nipple piercings, attached the machine and set it to work. I inspected her thoroughly and was relieved to see that she hadn't grown any hair that I could see. Not that it was going to help because tonight a hair removal cream that also stunted growth would be applied to her so that she had no reason not to be completely clear of hair for the guests for the next week, saving her time in shaving.

I laid back on her bed waiting for the time to pass. I looked around her room that was a replica of her own back home. It can't be helpful to see all your memories painted onto the wall permanently. The paintings of her friends staring at her all the time as she was... well forced to be a slut. I made a mental note to repaint her room, if she wanted.

Holly's POV

Words weren't needed. Luke and I were so in tune I knew exactly what to do. I hated doing it but I allowed him to attach the machine. At first you think it will all be ok. Its just a bit of pressure and tugging. But ten minutes or whatever and things become really sore and tender. I couldn't help the few whimpers of pain that escaped my mouth. I closed my eyes, trying not to think about it but its kind of hard to ignore pain.

I was relieved when the machine powered down and was removed from my breasts but putting my nipple piercings back in was so painful I was crying silently. Luke wrapped his arms around me.

"You're doing fantastic," he murmured softly. "Now lets go get some breakfast," he added. I nodded and stepped into my ownership tag, the pinch from the clamps on my nipple unbearable after the milking. I was sobbing in pain. I could see the pain in Luke's face, but there was nothing he could to help. I followed him out the room, the chastity belt rubbing my pussy lips and causing the pain from last night to remerge.

We got to breakfast, both hurriedly ate and left. I felt self-conscious as we left. I could feel eyes on me as I walked. "Don't turn around," Luke whispered as I went to turn my head. "Don't give Alex the satisfaction of knowing its bothering you," he continued to tell me. I nodded and was relieved when we got out the dining room.

He led me straight back to the room from yesterday and had my practising my walking, and correct posture and generally preparing me. Lucy and Cara turned up about twenty minutes in, closely followed by Conor and George. They both set to work running through the same rules I was practising to make sure they were up to scratch.

We'd just all lined up against one side of the room when the door swung open and Jack and Liam stumbled in. Liam was clutching his side in pain and Jack was trying to support him. We all dropped our trays and ran over to help get Liam through the door. My eyes drifted to his hip. There in the same burnt skin was the brand... but something was different to mine. Around it the skin was blistering and bleeding and it was this causing Liam pain.

"Holly, in the cupboard at the back there is a first aid kit, go grab it," Cara demanded. "Lucy go get some lukewarm water from the tap. George just reassure Liam for us," she said taking control of the situation.

Scared of passing out from the blood I was happy to run to the back of the room and grab the first aid kit.

Luke's POV

"What the hell happened? I thought you took him to get branded last night? And what the hell is my sister doing if she messes up this bad?" I demanded of Jack.

"I did take him last night. This isn't Saskia's fault. This is Mark's fault," Jack explained. I growled in anger. In the same way Alex took a liking to Holly and is now going out his way to get his hands on her, Mark and Matt took a disliking to Liam.

"What did he do?" I asked through gritted teeth.

"Scalding water," was the only response. I froze. That was callous, even for him.

"Holly," I said when she returned with the first aid kit. "Go to medical room and get Saskia. Now!" I demanded. She pulled her ownership tag back on and legged it. I watched as Cara tried to clean the wounds as much as she could.

It was a relief when Holly returned with Saskia and we could leave it in her capable hands. Eventually Liam even stopped screaming. For all of us it was a sombre reminder of just what this place was all about.

Chapter 35
 

Chapter thirty five

Holly's POV

After Liam's injury was fixed none of us actually got through a lot of training. In fact I can safely say none of us did any training. We just sat around and dealt with the aftermath. The only good thing. My punishment was over and I got the double dildo removed, my holes gaping for a while afterwards.

Lying in bed after Luke left it was difficult to fall asleep. It was hard to see Luke's family as the bad guys when Luke was the sweetest person I had met. It was hard to sleep when Liam's screams kept echoing in my head. The thought of 'that could be me' running through my head.

Luke had explained that at 3:30 tomorrow morning an alarm was going to blare into my room to wake me up. I was to get up and head straight down to the kitchen. He'd shown me the way so I was feeling comfortable, but knew I was going to need sleep.

I finally drifted off.

???'s POV

Holly took forever to fall asleep, but finally she did. I stripped off outside her door. Tonight I wasn't leaving anything to chance. I slipped into her room, and carefully placed the blindfold over her head, I carefully held her wrists and tied them above her head and then I pressed the gag into her mouth. She was ready.

Holly's POV

A tight grip grabbed my thighs and threw my legs upwards and over their shoulders, pushing my thighs apart. I woke with a start. There was a pushing at my vagina and I squirmed uncomfortably. Every night something different had happened, I'd kind of hoped they would let us be well rested for tomorrow. It didn't help that my holes were still sore from having the double dildo in for 48 hours.

Whatever was pushing against me, slipped in and I realised it didn't feel plastic, or rubbery. It felt very real. I screamed. This wasn't consensual. I didn't want this to happen. I screamed and I screamed, but the sound didn't escape. The gag was stopping it.

In


Out


In


Out

I was thrusted into quickly and forcefully. Not gently and lovingly like I would like, as rough as possible. I could feel the balls touching my lips and I shuddered, my body spasming. I was still screaming, and when my throat got sore I just relapsed into silent tears.

It was painful. I couldn't push him off. I tried flailing my legs and kicking his shoulder but he just gripped both my ankles in one of his hands and continued.

I felt his cum splash into me and he continued to keep fucking me despite this. I was crying proper sobs now, but they wouldn't stop. There were voices talking above me and suddenly the fucking stopped, my arms and mouth were free. My crying was loud and I could hear it echoing. I ripped the blindfold off knowing I wouldn't see Luke. I lay on my bed, left exactly as I had been, unable to move for fear... and disgust.

It was all my fault.

???'s POV

I'll give it to Holly. She's quick on the mark that she was being raped. But not quick enough to realise it's not Luke and if she had said something to Luke two days ago, she wouldn't have been victim to this.

I chuckled quietly.

It really was her fault why she was raped. Prancing around, strutting her stuff, not telling Luke she'd been attacked. I couldn't wait for the complaints appeal. Because then she'd be mine, mine forever.

Chapter 36
 

Chapter thirty six

Holly's POV

I couldn't sleep afterwards. I didn't trust myself to sleep. I'd trusted Luke and he'd let me down. He'd broken that trust and hurt me. I wanted to confront him over it but knew I couldn't leave the room, and didn't know where he slept anyway.

I lay still on my bed, eyes wide open staring at my ceiling until the alarm blared in my room at 3:30, telling me to get up, get ready and head downstairs to the kitchen.

I swung my legs out of the bed and walked over to where the ownership tag was. We'd been told to wear them down to the kitchen but they would be taken off once we'd arrived. I was very tempted not to wear it, so that Luke could go through the same pain he'd caused me when I was taken away but knew deep down that actually it would cause me more pain than him.

I slipped it on, tightening it around my waist, attaching the collar and clamps and made my way out of my room. The door was unlocked and opened easily. The security guards that patrolled the corridors turned to look at me but said nothing as I walked past them and down to the kitchen.

I was the first to arrive, surprising myself. The man who was stood waiting was 6ft 8, bald and muscly. Luke had told me his uncle was in charge of guest visits and therefore ultimately in charge of me for the next week. He hadn't told me that he was so scary. I flinched away as he held out a hand. "Tag," he said, his voice deep and loud. I cringed and took off my tag. He looked at the name. "AH the infamous Holly. Clearly my nephew can do something useful. Like teach you the time," he said. He gestured into the kitchen.

I stepped into the flagstone room. It was freezing, all the heat leached by the walls. There was a massive fire with a chimney, stoves and ovens everywhere and of course the sinks and worktops. It was empty at the moment. Luke had told me that there were two kitchens, the main one - which served food to slaves and masters, and the guest one - the one I would be living and working in. I could see why you would need two. To serve all the people here you would need a massive kitchen. I took a seat on the floor where Luke's uncle had pointed. Soon the room became a mass of bodies, all shivering and huddling and whispering together. I tried to make myself as small as possible so that Liam, George and Lucy wouldn't see me, but they did and they sat next to me.

"It felt weird having them all just sit there all night and watch me," Liam said.

"Yeah but at least it shows they all care about all of us," George added.

"Well it might have been that Luke, Cara and Conor just wanted to support Jack and stop him falling asleep. But Saskia was right, you needed that watch last night. At least you are feeling better now," Lucy said.

I frowned confused. "What's happened?"

Liam smiled at me and I flinched slightly. "Jack, Conor, Luke and Cara spent the entire night awake and keeping an eye on me to make sure I didn't lose anymore blood or slip into unconsciousness. All night! I mean they can just sleep all day but still," Liam explained.

Dread filled my chest. "And none of them left at any point?" I asked. Liam shook his head.

"Conor said they had basically spent the time playing cards together. But no one left," he added. At that a hush fell on the room as Luke's Uncle began to explain the jobs for that morning.

The silence that filled the room also filled my heart. It wasn't Luke...

None of it had been Luke...

I'd felt abused and hurt before... now... now I felt dirty, and sick, and all the blame came crashing down around me. I wanted to claw at my skin and rip it off but it would attract attention. Attention I didn't want... clearly I'd attracted too much. It was all my fault.

All my fault... that I'd been raped.

And I didn't even know by who.

Chapter 37
 

Chapter thirty seven

Holly's POV

My head was spinning. I glanced sideways at the other three and saw that they were deeply engrossed in what was being said, but despite this I thought they were judging me, disgusted with me. I could feel my heartrate rocketing and my breathing getting more panicked. Liam's eyes flickered towards me and I knew my breathing was too loud.

I swallowed hard and turned my gaze on Luke's uncle. I had to pay attention. He was going through a list of jobs. I vaguely heard my name and then George's as a pair. I had no idea what our job was but I was just going to have to trust he had been listening. Luke's uncle clapped his hands twice and everyone jumped up. I slowly raised to my feet. I was shaking and my legs felt like they were going to crumple beneath me.

The three surrounded me. "Holly are you ok? You've gone very pale," Lucy asked. I nodded.

"I'm fine. I just, got nervous about screwing this up. I don't want to get punished for messing up," I said trying to smile convincingly. Liam went to put a hand on my shoulder to reassure me and I side stepped away. He frowned but shrugged it off.

"Alright but if you have a problem let one of us three know. We've done this before, we can help," Liam said before he and Lucy walked away. I nodded, despite knowing I could never say a word to them, and turned to George.

"Let's get to work," I said convincingly, as if I knew what we were off to do. George nodded and led the way to a counter. On this there was several kgs of oats and pints of milk. I breathed a sigh of relief that despite not listening this was something I could manage to make.

George looked at me. "Any ideas?" he asked. I nodded.

"Yeah, we need to boil some milk to start with and then add the oats. You don't want to add the oats to cold milk otherwise it will just go really watery and thin," I explained. George raised an eyebrow. "Staple of a uni diet," I added. He chuckled and between us we ripped bottle top of and poured milk into a big pot. I carried it over to the stove and turned the heat on but the pot was so tall that it was hard to see in. I took a spoon and gently stirred it so it didn't split. Meanwhile George weighed out the correct amount of oats for the amount of liquid used. I stared at the bubbling milk and how if I accidentally spilt it on me, they'd have to take me to hospital for my burns and I could escape. But the voice inside asked if I wanted to contaminate everyone I came into contact with.

I was jolted out of my thought processes by a light touch from George. I startled and he looked surprised. "Sorry, I didn't realise you were so zoned out. You ready for the oats?" he asked. I nodded and he poured them in. The mixture became slightly harder to stir and the oats cooked and the porridge became thicker.

George stood next to me, waiting. "How thick does this need to be?" I asked. George shrugged.

"Same thickness we get given in the morning?" he suggested. I nodded, hoping that would be acceptable. The porridge on tables in the mornings was quite thick but satisfying. I looked at the porridge we had made and prodded George in the arm lightly, scared to touch too much of him in case he get infected. He glanced in and nodded. "Perfect, alright lets take it up to the dining room," he said. I turned the gas off and we each grabbed one handle so that we could carry it into the dining room without covering either of our body. It was heavy and really hard to hold at about chest height. It didn't help we were slightly different sizes. We walked up some flagstone steps and arrived in a very narrow corridor. In front of us was a queue of others with serving trays of cooked food or toast. We lined up patiently until the door leading into the dining room was opened.

I'd never been in any dining room other than the one that was full of slaves. This was a massive Harry potter-esque hall with one long table stretching down the middle and hundreds of chairs. Sat at the very far end on seats were the esteemed guests and some of Luke's family. I noticed his brothers were there and felt rage surging through me about what they had done to Liam. However, they ignored us and were presumably supposed to be on their best behaviour. Everyone put their trays down on the table leaving room in the middle for the pot of porridge. The majority of slaves turned on their heel and headed back towards the kitchen. I went to follow except Lucy grabbed my arm and shook her head. I took the empty place at the edge of the room, hands behind my back, eyes straight ahead. Liam, Lucy, George and I had been picked to be the servers this morning.

"What a delight this spread is" said one of the guests politely. There were five females and eleven males, plus Luke's brothers, and grandfather.

"Yes, they are well trained to cook. If anything is not to your taste, please let us know and one of the servers can retrieve the cook," the grandfather said. "Now please, eat." He beckoned us forwards. I walked quickly towards the top end of the table. Luckily for me George had decided to serve the grandfather so I didn't have that to worry about. I stood next to one of the brothers - no idea which was which. He told me what and how much of each he wanted and using tongs I put it on his plate and presented it to him.

I slowly moved down the table. One of the male guests wanted porridge so I took a bowl and ladled some into it before placing it down. He stared at it and frowned. I felt my stomach sink. Lucy was stood next to me and was serving the last person on our side so I quickly stepped back so it didn't seem like I was invading their privacy. I watched as he took a spoon, scooped some of the porridge onto it and held it up before turning the spoon on its side and watching it plop back into his bowl. There was silence in the room. I saw George opposite me, tense up.

"What do you call this?" the man demanded. Luke's family looked at me as it was my job to answer as his server.

I swallowed hard. "Porridge Sir." I said mustering as much politeness as I could.

"I could plaster walls with this," he added. "It's as thick as wallpaper paste. Porridge should still have some milk running through it. Its consistency should be a mix of stodge and liquid. This isn't," he announced.

"Would you like to complain to the cooks? or even punish them?" Luke's brother questioned.

"Of course I want them punished. How dare they serve us what is only good for inmates?! Go and get them now," the man added to me.

"Forgive me Sir, but I am the cook of the porridge," I admitted, my voice barely louder than a whisper with nerves. At that all eyes turned on me. I felt them stare at me and felt their disgust burning into me, adding the disgust I already felt.

"You?!" he asked. I nodded. "Come here," he demanded. I walked forwards on shaky legs. "I have a question for you. Do you like porridge that is stodgy?" he asked.

I couldn't work out if this was a rhetorical question or not. "If I'm honest Sir, I prefer it to milk porridge, but am aware others may not agree with this," I admitted.

"Well what a treat then for you this will be," he said grinning wickedly. I tensed trying to stop my body from shaking with nerves. He inspected my body. "Climb fully into the pot and stay there until breakfast is finished. We shouldn't be able to see any part of you," he added. I nodded once to show I had understood. I glanced at George who had stepped forwards to protest and say it was also him. I glared at him and he stepped backwards. There was no point both of us getting into trouble. I placed my right foot on the edge of the table and pushed upwards so I was stood at the edge. I took two steps forwards so I was next to the pot. I lifted my right leg up and over, the rim of the pot just brushing my pussy. I swung my left leg over as well and slowly sunk into the pot, my arse and waist sinking into the warm porridge. My butt touched the bottom of the pot and my legs were bent towards my chest. I tucked my head down towards my knees, my hair skimming the top of the porridge. It felt disgusting and gloopy. The porridge coating all of my body up to my neck. I was humiliated.

Chapter 38
 

Chapter thirty eight

Holly's POV

Time moves very slowly when you are waiting with nothing to do. I could feel the porridge congealing, cooling and hardening around me and had to shift my weight to get it moving and stop it turning into cement and getting me completely stuck.

A part of me was relieved that I was no longer on show. It meant that I could wallow in my own guilt and disgust without faking enthusiasm and politeness. It meant that I wasn't contaminating everyone else with my dirtiness.

I could feel tear slowly rolling down my cheeks. No sound, just tears. I was a slut and I deserved to feel like this. There was a sudden loud ringing around me and I quickly brushed away the tears on my cheeks. I tilted my head up to see the guest staring down at me.

"Out you come," he said. I pushed up with my legs, coming to a shaky standing position where my body had gone numb and stiff. I stepped out of the pot until I was stood on the table, legs shoulder width apart, hands clasped behind my back. I knew better than to move unless instructed. I stared straight ahead, above Lucy's head. I didn't want to see the porridge coating my skin like a second skin, I could already feel it and that was enough, the rough texture irritating my skin. "Who's her Master?" the man asked Luke's family. I could imagine their reactions.

"Luke unfortunately," one of the brothers said, bitterness heard in his voice.

"That would explain her uselessness then. I really am sorry about the way he turned out. You know, maybe it would be good for him to see his slut like she is as a way of teaching him to train her better," the man continued. There was a murmur of agreement. "You, go and fetch Luke," he demanded. I could hear footsteps behind me as either George or Liam went to fetch him. "As for you, don't you dare move a muscle except to put your hands by your sides. Move, and it will be worse."

I unclasped my hands and let my arms fall to my sides. I made sure my palms were facing forward and then froze. Scared to even blink. There was a low chattering ongoing whilst I just waited.

I felt embarrassed, just stood on the top of the table in this position. If any of the guests looked up they could basically see right up between my legs and see my exposed holes.

There was a loud creak as a door opened and a hush descended on the room. I could hear the clicking on Luke's shoes as he walked towards the top end of the table. He positioned himself in front of me so I could see him out the corner of my eye. I could see he was trying to look impassive but I could also see the concern in his eyes.

Luke's POV

George came bursting into my room. "It's Holly," he said. No more was needed before I was on my feet and following him down the corridors while he explained the disaster that had befallen over breakfast. "She took all the blame, didn't let me take any of it despite it being a joint effort," George said sadly.

"George, it's Holly. She'll do what she thinks is best. And actually, she's stupid for taking the whole blame but she's right. Better one of you humiliated than both. You are so close to leaving. Putting a toe out of line and time will get added. You know that. You've been in this position before," I explained to reassure him. He was nervous and upset that he hadn't looked after her. I felt no anger at him or Holly. I knew she had done what she felt was best and I was proud of her for it.

Despite George's explanation of what had happened nothing had prepared me for the sight I saw when I walked in. Holly coated in porridge from her neck to her feet, some of her hair limp with bits of porridge at the end. She was stood on top of the table still, legs shoulders apart, hands by her side, staring resolutely ahead. I felt rage burble inside that they had left her in such a vulnerable position where everyone could inspect her vagina.

I walked calmly, trying to stem my anger, but seeing Matt and Mark didn't help, especially when I was still livid about Mark and the scalding water incident with Liam. I glanced at Liam to see he had very tense shoulders and was anxious being in mark's presence. I tried to reassure him with a look and I saw him acknowledge it. I positioned myself such that I knew Holly could see me out the corner of her eye.

"Well what a lovely treat. It's so good to see you again Luke," Mr Proud said. "This time I'm pleased its because I'm not trying to catch you and bring you back. However I am less pleased that it is because of the insolence of your slave."

"The pleasure is all mine," I said lying through my teeth. "Trust me, Holly has let herself down," I said continuing to lie.

"I'm not convinced you believe that. Your slave has admitted to serving us thickened porridge, not edible for the high and mighty like myself. As you can see, she has been punished for this by getting in the pot for the entirety of breakfast. She is not going to be allowed to remove the porridge until I say so. And to get my permission she will have to wait until all the porridge has hardened. If she come to me with a single bit not hardened she'll regret it," Mr Proud explained to me. I glanced at Holly but she remained impassive as if she couldn't hear anything that was being said.

"James," I said calmly. "that is your prerogative to do so based on your opinion. I happen to know that actually if Holly had been cooking for the rest of the school then her porridge would be perfect. She is used to being served it, therefore she assumed that it was the expected standard," I explained.

There was a slam as he pushed the pot over and the thick, cement like mixture slowly oozed onto the table. "You call this perfect? Acceptable? We are the high and mighty, we deserve better than you," he shouted, his anger echoing around the hall. "No wonder she's so useless if you don't demand high standards from her." I remained quiet, taking a leaf from Holly's book. "You know if you think this is so acceptable to serve, let's see how your slave finds it." He tipped the pot back up, leaving a large puddle of porridge pooling around Holly's feet and the table. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her down so she went crashing to the table on her knees, her knees sinking into the porridge. In fairness to Holly she did really well at not changing her expression or reacting. He rose from his chair so he was eye to eye with her. "Eat every last drop of the porridge, no hands," he demanded. My stomach clenched. I knew that Holly had a very small appetite and that the amount of porridge on the table would be more than she would normally eat. I was worried she'd end up throwing up. And that wouldn't be pretty.

Holly's POV

There was crash as the pot was knocked over in anger, the porridge seeping out and coating my feet, sticking them to the table and pooling everywhere. "You call this perfect? Acceptable? We are the high and mighty, we deserve better than you," he shouted, his anger echoing around the hall. "No wonder she's so useless if you don't demand high standards from her." I remained unmoving, scared of how the situation had escalated. "You know if you think this is so acceptable to serve, let's see how your slave finds it." I heard movement and then his hand grabbed my wrist, pulling sharply downwards. I sunk to my knees and was eye-to-eye with him. "Eat every last drop of the porridge, no hands," he demanded.

I bowed my head in submission, placing my hands on the floor to support me such that I was on all fours. I ducked my head, carefully only move my upper body. The porridge was so thick, I had to use my teeth to take a bite. I chewed, the cold congealed porridge tasting awful and sticking to my mouth and throat. Over and over I repeated this, very aware that everyone was watching me. I shuffled backwards so the bit of porridge that was underneath me was exposed and continued to eat that. My stomach was churning. It was so full that I wanted to stop eating but I knew I couldn't. I thought through and licked the last bit up, leaving a clean wooden table - except where the palms of my hands were and my knees. I stayed in this position waiting for the next instruction.

"In future Luke, I want you attending every meal that we do. That way you can learn the hard way how to train and punish your slave," the person I now knew to be called James Proud told him. "Now leave," he said. I heard Luke's footsteps leave. There was a scrapping of chairs as everyone else stood up and got ready to leave. "Remember Holly, come and find me," Mr Proud added.

I waited until all the footsteps had left and the hall was silent before daring to look up. Liam, George and Lucy rushed over to me. "Are you alright?" Lucy asked. I nodded weakly.

"I feel slightly sick though, let's clear up and get out of here," I said. They nodded in agreement and we carefully stacked the empty platter and plates and bowls up and carried them back. George shoved a load into the porridge pot and carried that.

"I'm sorry," he said. I shook my head.

"It's ok. It's not like its the worst thing in the world that has happened to me," I said. 'No, that's the rape'.





A/N: If you are reading this I would love feedback and ways to improve the story or if you have any suggestions you'd like to see happen. Either PM me or comment on here.

Chapter 39
 

Chapter thirty nine

Holly's POV

We made our way carefully back down to the kitchen. Luke's uncle was waiting for us, his face showing he already knew about the punishment. He looked me up and down and laughed. I tensed my jaw but didn't show any sign of anger. "You four are on washing and drying up duty. The rest have gone to do the cleaning chores. I expect to see my face in these," he said once he finally finished laughing and pointed at the stack of dishes. We nodded politely and made our way into the shabby run down little area that contained two sinks and some cupboards to store stuff in.

A towel was thrown at me. "Maybe you should dry," Liam suggested. "If you wash of any of that porridge I dread to think what would happen." I pursed my lips but Liam had a point so I unfolded my towel and stood waiting to dry up.

It was a weird feeling. Being able to talk to them. The whole time we had been here we were not allowed to talk to each other unless our master had given us permission. But they didn't want to risk their authority getting questioned so we had been silent the whole time. But as we'd been told this whole week was a collaborative team effort and therefore would require us to talk to each other. Lucy, I was beginning to realise, was Welsh. She had a nice sweet lilt to her voice that was calming and reassuring. Liam was from down near me as he had a southern accent and said 'barth' rather than 'bath'. George was local. Or local to where I assumed we were. He had the same accents as people at my university or the locals you met in town. It was so surreal hearing their voices.

"What about you Holly?" George asked. I shook my head snapping out of my reverie.

"Sorry what? I missed the question," I admitted..

"Why do you think they picked us?" George asked again.

I shrugged. "Have you not seen these people before?" I asked. They all shook their heads. "Maybe that's why then, they wanted to see new slaves and see how they act," I said thinking of the great first impression I'd set.

"She's got a point. I didn't know they knew Luke though," Lucy said. I raised an eyebrow.

"Doesn't everyone know who Luke is?" I said sullenly. "Isn't that part of the problem that everyone seems to have with me and him?" There was a silence as the others thought about that.

"Luke has been here a lot longer than the rest of us, it wouldn't surprise me if he hasn't dined with them before," Liam added, a strange note in his voice. "Luke was here before me, and even before George." I had noticed that George was branded, I guessed he'd been here longer than Liam.

"What do you mean?" I asked. Liam looked around quickly.

"How much has Luke told you about why he's here?" Liam asked quietly.

"Just that he was born into it and didn't have much choice," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

"That's true. It seems odd he wouldn't have told you more though. To earn his escape to uni, he was told that he had to submit and dominant," Liam explained in a hushed voice. We were carefully to keep drying up as he spoke. George and Lucy helped the situation by talking quite loudly over the top.

"But he didn't, it's why they cut his funding off. Because he hadn't dominated a girl. He came back, chose me and then when I get out of here, so will he," I added. Liam nodded but said nothing, allowing me time to process his words. I frowned as I thought over something. "How, as a master, can he submit and dominate? Is it just submitting to his families will or..." a lightbulb clicked. "No way!" I hissed. Liam nodded. "He was one of us," I said. Liam nodded.

"Yep, before going to uni, he allowed Saskia to control him for four weeks. She made it a tough four weeks. A living hell almost because she was set the tasks by the family, to make sure he was 'worthy'," Liam explained. "But she was the only person who cared about him. It's why they have such a good relationship even now. Saskia was the only one who thought he could do it and escape this place. But being back here, doing the same things to you... well... it's killing him Hols."

My mind was in turmoil. No wonder he was so nervous about hurting me, but also forced himself to do it. He'd probably experienced the worst things possible. And he didn't want me to face that. Every hit, every punishment was probably so difficult for him to do. It's like breaking his mind. I felt my heart wrench for him.

I also knew deep down that it wasn't him who had raped me. There was no way he would have been able to. Which meant... I was going to have to live with the shame.

Luke's POV

I kicked out at the mirror on my wardrobe and severely regretted it. My toe throbbing with the pain. Seeing James, seeing his smug little face had made me furious. I hated that guy.

Two years ago when Saskia had been controlling my every move, James had been a master here. But the worst you could imagine. Abusive, sexist, enjoyed inflicting pain on everyone. He was dating Sas at the time, which meant James's anger had been lashed out at him more often than not. He and his slave graduated, his slave leaving to try and live a normal life as you can. James, on the other hand...

Well let's just say that he had entered the slave business himself, buying them to play with. He had at least two last time Luke had heard. He was also in the business of recapturing slaves, or escapees from the school. Which is why, 8 months ago, when the funding had been cut off to pay for his last term at uni, he appeared. On the doorstep. No word of warning, just plucked straight out of uni and landed him back here. It had taken two months to wear Luke down enough to agree to dominant someone, only on the agreement that his family would pay for him to redo his first year as many times as needed and the following 2 years. Which is why, when October had swung by he was back at his uni, pretending he'd never done his first year (not just not finished it) and stalking Holly.

6 months of trust to this point. The point where she was at the mercy of someone he hated even more than Alex, although Alex and Amanda had been here when Luke was training and had also been annoying then.

He sighed and opened up his wardrobe, finding the best smart clothing he could for the formal luncheon that would be happening later that day. Knowing, he needed to find out the motives for James being here.

Holly's POV

We finished washing up and the others inspected the porridge, prodding it to make sure it was completely hardened. "You're good," George declared, "now go find this Mr Proud and get it off." I nodded and left the kitchen. The trio had described how to get to the guest rooms from the kitchen and I followed their instructions, getting to a luxuriously carpeted corridor with polished mahogany and cream walls. I walked down the corridor, checking each sign on the door. As I did so I walked past some of the other slaves doing their cleaning chores. I got to a door labelled James P. I froze outside it.

"He's in," Megan said walking past. "We've just been in there," she added. I nodded and thanked her for her help. I knocked on the door.

"Come in," he called. I pushed the door handle down and walked in. "Ah, here she is. Come over here Holly, into the light." I closed the door behind me and walked further into the room. What I saw scared me. Laid out on his bed, the floor, the desk were some of the scariest looking instruments possible. Latex and rubber, and skimpy clothing lay scattered around. But it was the metal devices that were in the room - they looked like torture devices. "I see you've noticed my collection. I'm a slave collector you see. I use these instruments on my slaves. Part of the reason I'm here is to talk about some potential slaves who don't want to go back into the real world. Anyway, enough about me. More about you. How are you feeling?"

I knew this was a rhetorical question so I gave the honest, but also expected, answer. "Humiliated, thank you, Sir."

"Good, very good. Maybe Luke has done a better job with you than I first thought. Well let's have a look at you," he said. He walked around me, peering at all the exposed areas, including my arse and pussy thoroughly. "Very well it has hardened." he said. He said no more, just turned away, he came back with a pair of handcuffs and ankle cuffs. "Hands, back" was all he said. I moved my hands to behind my back and felt the cuffs latch on nice and tight. He then attached my ankles together with the other set. He gripped the metal bar on my handcuffs and pulled me towards his bathroom. "Lay down in the tub," he said. I awkwardly slid into the bath and laid down. He turned the water on and it came gushing down on top of me, the cold water shock making me gasp. The water kept coming, no hot water added, until it was covering my body. He turned it off. I lay there, helpless and defenceless. He leant over the bath and looked me straight in the eye, an evil glint in his eye. He rubbed a rough heavy soap over a hard bristled scrubber. My eyes widened in fear, I didn't want him touching me. Restricted in movement I began to thrash about in the water. Water splashing everywhere... including over him. He grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked me upwards. Anger flaring in his eyes. "You've got me wet. You'll pay for that later. Now lay still," he said through gritted teeth, before slamming me back under the water. I froze and stiffened. Horrors flooding back of being unable to do anything. I felt the rough bristles scrub at my stomach and legs, then my thighs and my arms, then my breasts - he seemed to pay particular attention to my nipples and then finally my vagina, scrubbing it as hard as he could until it was raw. I was silently crying, my body frozen with terror. He flipped me over and I had to crane my neck upwards to not get submerged under water but other than that, I fought no more. It had left me. I felt the cuffs be removed and I sat up. "Get out of my room. I'll deal with your other punishment later." I jumped out the bath, dripping water as I ran out the apartment room and back downstairs to the kitchens.

Chapter 40
 

Chapter forty

A/N: Oh my gosh, we've made it into the forties. I never expected this story to develop as it has or to go on for so long but I am loving writing every second of it. So let's continue

Luke's POV

Lunch was... tense. It was positive in the sense that Holly and the others weren't waiting again. it was the turn of the other four, and they managed to stay out of trouble, but it also made it worse because I was stuck faking enjoyment at being in my families company, and their 'esteemed guests'.

I spent the afternoon planning my questioning for the banquet that evening. To celebrate the guests arrival every evening was filled with an exciting event. A banquet, a festival, a roman style dinner, a feast, a cocktail party, another banquet and finally a leaving party. I didn't want to push my questioning too far and put Holly in an awkward situation or worse punished for my questioning.

Holly's POV

Turns out being wait staff is on a rotational basis. Lucy, George, Liam and I are breakfast; Megan, Ryan, Alex and Olivia were lunchtime and we would all be required to wait during the evening meal festivities. As for the others... well you can imagine where they were and what they were getting up to.

The heat in the kitchen was overwhelming as we slaved over about a million different dishes for the banquet that evening. In fact it was so warm that for the first time since arriving, I was pleased to be naked, apart from my sensitive areas felt like they were being burnt to a crisp. It must have been about twenty minutes until service when I saw Liam for the first time since lunch. He was slumped over a worktop, sweat dripping from his brow. "Liam, are you alright?" I asked. He looked up and nodded, a feverish look on his face. "What still needs doing?" I asked trying to attract one of the others attention to get help. Lucy spotted my signal and hurtled over.

"Just the vegetables need draining and the gravy," he said. I nodded and looked at Lucy.

"I'm good at gravy," she admitted and set to work on doing that to help out. I moved closer to the hob and checked on his vegetable. I stabbed them gently with a knife, they were soft but a bit of resistance in them. Deciding they were done I drained them off and put them in a serving dish. As I was doing so Luke's Uncle came over and took me to the side.

"I need you to put these on," he said. He held out his hands. In them was a clamp and attached to the clamp was a metal rod that was moulded into a circular base. There was three of them which wasn't promising.

"What are they?" I asked curiously, knowing I was mostly like to regret this answer.

"At school did you ever have those weights that were a rack and you had 100g discs that you could add on or take off to make 1kg?" he asked. I nodded. I knew the exact thing he meant. "Well essentially these are those but they are clamps for your nipples and your clitoris. The guests have got the additional discs and if they feel like you are not peforming your best they can add one, actually they can add one even if you are performing your best. I believe you owe one of them a punishment?" I nodded again. "Well, this is that punishment. Each of these is 100g to start with. Good luck Holly. You might need it."

I took the clamps from his hand and stared down at them. I closed my eyes, my brain already imagining the pain I was going to be in tonight. I made sure my nipple ring and the bells were touching my skin as much as possible so that they wouldn't get caught in it and attached the clamps. The stinging made my eyes water but it was no more unbearable than the ownership tag clamps. For now I could do this. I then parted my pussy lips slightly and clamped the final one to my clit. A gasp of air rushed out of my body as the pain overwhelmed me, fear and memories of the last few nights hitting me again. I pushed it down. Right now I had a job to do and I was going to do it right.

The weights swung as I walked and the one between my legs made me walk funny as I couldn't close my legs properly as I normally would. George, Lucy and Liam looked at me in empathy. I'd told them the story of the bath incident, although not the full details about why I'd freaked out, I knew if I told them that they would shun me. They guessed that this was the punishment that had been decided. I just shook my head, grabbed two of the serving dishes and followed the rest up. We were going to have to take at least two trips up to collect all the food as there was so much, even with eight of us trying to carry it.

We walked into the hall. It was much busier than at breakfast and lunch. It looked like more guests had joined them, or more of Luke's family. They were also more spread out with a gap in between them to make the ease of eating easier for them. We placed our dishes down and turned to leave. As I was walking a hand grabbed my wrist and stopped me. I turned round to face Mr Proud. "Well hello Holly. I see you received my punishment for you. Maybe we should explain to everyone what is going on. You are getting a lot of funny looks," he said. I watched the others leave, I was relieved they wouldn't have to witness my humiliation. He rose from his seat. "Everyone, can I have your attention," he said loudly. I steeled my shoulders and my face to receive the humiliation that was planned. I could see Luke trying to catch my attention but I ignored him, knowing that I was being punished, knowing I was a disappointment to him wasn't something I wanted to see. Everyone's eyes turned on us. "This is Holly. You may notice she is wearing weighted clamps on her erogenous zones. That is because today she came to me for permission after a previous punishment and was insolent by splashing me with water. As punishment she is to keep these clamps on all dinner. I have additional weights that I will be adding to the rods. If the weight pulls the clamp off Holly is allowed to leave it off. If a weight causes Holly to cry out in pain... well its a very vicious cycle once you start punishing a slave. That is all, just be aware if she makes a noise of pain near you, let me know." He was still holding my hand. "And to make things harder I'm going to add some weights now. He took six out of his pocket, he dropped two onto the clamp on my right. My boob jolted downwards, my nipple screaming in pain before my mind overtook and ignored it. He repeated it to my left, my nipple again screaming and dropping several cm's. I closed my eyes and thought of happy things. He was a little gentler in adding weight to the clit clamp but the pull on that was the most painful and my legs folded inwards to try to get rid of the pain but met the resistance of the weights. My back curved as well, which didn't help the nipple situation. I straightened up my legs shaking slightly just as the door reopened and my fellow wait slaves entered. I hurried out the door and back downstairs to pick up more food. It was going to be a long and painful night.