Morgana lay on the floor, her orgasm over, she felt satiated somewhat, and yet, also humiliated. Especially when the Melissa person entered the room, glancing down at morgana, more out of disgust than anything it seemed. Morgana averted her eyes, and removed the flogger from her sex, unsure where to place it now, she looked around.
"Just drop it there on the floor slut, Melissa will see to it when she has served my lunch."
He turned to Melissa,
"You may put some food out for the slut, she will need all of her energy this next few days. Oh yes, and tell her to get dressed too"
While the food seemed meagre to morgana, it was wholesome, and she attacked it with relish, kneeling at Sir Guy's feet, and eating off the floor. To morgana`s great surprise, he placed a glass of red wine alongside her plate, some sort of reward? She wondered. Maybe she had indeed pleased him. She certainly hoped so. When Sir Guy had finished eating, Melissa was again summoned, and morgana was ordered to accompany her. She followed Melissa to the kitchen, maintaining the silence that she knew was required, and was surprised when, inside the kitchen, Melissa started to speak to her.
"What is your name child?"
"I am morgana Mistress."
Melissa smiled at her, before speaking softly.
"I am not a Mistress morgana, I too, like you am a slave. The kitchens are one of the few places where it is safe to talk. No microphones in here, it gets far too noisy. I see that you pleased My Master, he gave you wine, you must have done well morgana, that is unusual, wine for a trainee slave."
Morgana had no idea as to whether she had done well or not, she had just followed orders, or so it seemed. At last she could ask questions of someone who would not beat her, the relief that she felt was enormous.
"Can I ask you something Melissa? How long they will keep me here, when can I go home?"
"You can check out any time you like morgana, but don't forget the song, you can never leave."
"No, no that cannot be so, they cannot keep us here against our will, what if I run away?"
"Do you like dogs morgana?"
"Dogs? What do you mean do I like dogs?"
"Do you like large ferocious Doberman Pinschers, with razor sharp teeth, that chase after slaves who try to run away? Need I say more?"
"There must be a way, surely, they cant just keep us here, as if we never existed, there must be a way of leaving, there must Melissa."
"Oh there is, on very rare occasions, one of our members will purchase a slave, and take them into there homes. But it is very rare; they have to be sure of the slave, and the slaves devotion and commitment to them. That morgana, apart from the lake, is it. There is no other way out. Of course that only applies to slaves brought here by Lord Avalon, like you and I. The majority of the slaves here come by recommendation. Then they go through a long selection program. If they make it to the end, they sign a five, or ten-year contract, for which they are very well paid. And as there is nothing here to spend money on, as everything is provided, when their time to leave arrives, they are very rich people."
Now morgana felt even more deflated, she knew that when, or was that if, she got through her training; it would take ages to get that close to someone. She was probably looking at years here, not months as she had hoped, but many years. She groaned inwardly, and looked at Melissa, hoping for more information on this place. Before she could speak again, Melissa did.
"It is time for your piercing, follow me."
They went down another of the interminable corridors that seemed to populate this place, before finally entering a white room.
"This is Gudrun, who will be doing the piercing, take off your tunic, and stand here morgana."
Yet again she felt lost, and afraid, being certain that she was about to feel the most awful pain in her nipples. Gudrun smiled at her, before taking hold of a toothpick, and dipping it in gentian violet to make crosshatch marks around morgana`s nipples – lines running horizontally and vertically – and explained that the marks would make a grid so she could place each piercing symmetrically.
"I mark you while you stand, and now, please lie down for the piercing."
Hesitantly morgana lay on the table, where Gudrun had pointed too. She was surprised though, when Melissa took hold of her hand, smiling, and nodding her head in support, letting morgana know that all would be well. Morgana watched Gudrun, as she fitted the clamp to her nipple, lining it up, and adjusting it. Then she could watch no more, and closed her eyes, fearful of the coming moments. Gudrun spoke to morgana, telling her to take a long deep breath, and then to exhale slowly. Morgana did so, and was instructed to repeat this.
As she let the second breath go, she felt a sharp stinging pain, right through her nipple, then it was over, Gudrun told her to breathe slowly, and she opened her eyes. Looking down morgana could see the bar, through her nipple, with Gudrun expertly screwing on the ends. The process was quickly repeated with the other nipple, and Gudrun started to clean morgana up.
Morgana was given a bag by Gudrun, with some aftercare materials in it. A bottle of liquid Provon soap, some sea salt, and shot glasses for soaking the piercing. Morgana was told to make up a salt-water solution for soaking, and then wash with the soap. Cleaning off with cotton swabs. Morgana was instructed to wash them in the shower, last thing at night. She was also given two bras, to stop the bars moving around too much. They returned in silence to the kitchen, morgana secretly pleased at the piercing, but not about to admit that fact to anyone.
"You are to spend the afternoon with me morgana, resting" she heard Melissa saying to her.
"Before I deliver you back to Sir Guy after dinner, I believe that he has something planned for you."
"Planned? What? Even after I just got pierced, I hope you are kidding me Melissa?"
"I am only following orders, he wants you there at 8pm sharp were my instructions."
Now morgana was concerned, surely he wouldn't, not with her nipples so tender; he could do severe damage to her. Maybe it would just be more learning, about Avalon. She thought to herself, more in hope than anything else, but she was not confident, not at all.
At 8pm. On the dot, Melissa led her back into Sir Guy's chambers, as she now heard them called. There was a strange chair in the center of the room, with what looked like raised footrests and armrests on it. She looked apprehensively at Melissa, but she had her head bowed, in her Master's presence.
"Take off her tunic, and place her on the chair Melissa"
As Melissa helped morgana, Sir Guy picked up the phone.
