Sarah couldn't believe that she didn't recognize her, but in their previous encounters Sarah had been training HER, and the actress was the naked pleasure slut writhing under the crack of Sarah's whip. Always the professional, Sarah had remained fully dressed as she coached the famous celebrity on her block moves. Sarah had quite enjoyed putting the little bitch in her place, and took her far beyond what was required for the film, "to help her understand the character," she claimed. But karma is a bitch, as was this particular actress. Now, the famous actress used a strap-on to give Flame a very intense buggering, slapping her ass and shouting, "Ride 'em, cowgirl" as Flame writhed in submissive ecstasy under her. Like little Timmy, the actress referenced her former identity as a slave studies professor. "I did a movie where I portrayed a slave once. The slave trainer college professor laughed and laughed as she watched me get fucked up the ass. I didn't understand why it was so funny, until I saw that stupid look on your face, slave girl. Truly, it is better to give than to receive." As she came again, Flame thought the actress had no idea how wrong that sentiment was--giggling at the subjugation of another was fun but being the subjugated one was far more thrilling.
At least Timmy had given Flame credit for her ability as a slut. "I love the way you swirl your tongue around the tip when I spurt. Reminds me of a Pleasure Slut I auctioned at The Big D, who had actually trained me. Of course, you're a lot skankier than she was."
*****
Another actor, whom she had known on stage in London but was more famous for his appearances in various television shows and science fiction movies, had Flame dress like an English school girl. Feigning outrage over her tattooed tramp stamps, her tweedy "teacher" welcomed her to "school" with six-of-the-best. The themed playrooms had been Sarah's idea, but it was Flame who found herself bending over the teacher's desk, being stripped for inspection in the Pirate Captain's cabin, or sucking the fat Sheriff's dick to get out of jail. Sarah was deeply humiliated, but Flame didn't mind THOSE scenes one bit.
Professor Hollister was pleased to see all the ideas that she had given Jake implemented, although her vantage point as part of the entertainment was now quite different. Knowing that cruises often attract an older clientele, Sarah had adopted many cruise ship ideas for the HO ship. In the mornings, guests eating their breakfast on the promenade deck had the option of watching the slaves do their morning exercises, really auction block positions known as Slave Yoga. All of these exercises were, to put it mildly, obscene. There were different schedules for male, female, and mixed slave groups, for passengers who didn't care to see swinging dicks while they ate, or passengers who wanted to see nothing but. Flame hated it, as it was freezing cold and Timmy knew how to crack her ass with the whip without leaving a mark, which meant that he could do it over and over again, just to entertain the guests. Everyone loved to laugh at the red-headed slut dancing with a freshly-switched butt.
Timmy always made sure the slaves worked up a sweat, and afterwards the guests got to watch as they were hosed down with seawater (the North Atlantic was cold at all times, but especially in March!), and (at Sarah's suggestion) deloused with a special chemical Sarah had picked so that Flame and the other "dirty sluts" could "feel the burn." "Never let them forget they are livestock," Sarah urged, and under her wise stewardship, Flame did not forget.
Rather than a Broadway show, Sarah had sketched out her idea for a "slave circus." Flame performed wearing clown makeup, a rainbow colored "cover" collar, a flowered hat, and nothing else. The audience laughed as Flame the clown crowded into a tiny cage with a dozen other slave girls. The audience roared as Flame got a bucket of jizz over her head. The sketches were humiliating and usually ended up with Flame bent over, getting her ass whipped, spanked, or reamed. What a silly slave clown she was!
Professor Hollister had suggested that when the ship's zip line wasn't in use, slave girls could be hung from it and left to struggle in their ropes to give the guests something to enjoy, while adding a bit of kinetic energy to the sea views. This wasn't nearly as bad as when she was tied to the prow of the ship as a "figurehead." She had also devised a "dunk pole," which would swing the bound slave girl out over the rail of the ship, then release her to fall head-first into the freezing cold water. It was fully automated, and as Professor Hollister predicted, the older guests in particular loved it. (Many of the women took special joy in punishing her for attracting the stares--and hard-ons--of their husbands.) Fortunately, the rope around her feet allowed them to quickly haul her up, so Flame got to experience the sensation of drowning over and over again.
Sarah's idea to spice up trivia night by turning it into a game of "hangman" had seemed like a bit of a throwaway, but Flame had drawn the dumbest couple of the ship, a pair of rich old geezers who could barely hear the questions. As the supports were removed from under her feet, Flame found herself struggling to keep her balance, with her situation growing more precarious with every wrong answer. Seriously, who doesn't know who Harry Potter is?
When the inevitable happened, and the supports under her feet gave way after her befuddled team failed to identify the capital of France, the rope tightened around her neck and Flame found herself dancing on air. The crowd quite enjoyed Sarah's bicycle kick "dance," judging by all the people who filmed themselves next to her. As she tired, and her struggles grew more frantic, she peed on a few of them, which earned her a few hard spanks. She welcomed that, as the people holding her steady for her spanking gave her something to lean against, reducing the pressure on her noose even as they set her ass on fire. The game went on for another 20 minutes, which is a long time to jerk your body up to gasp for air. As she kicked her life away, gasping, Flame's mind buzzed into confusion, a mixture of terror and arousal. She began to think of her free civilian identity in the third person, as a distant, superior being who had put slave Flame into this situation out of an excess of sadism.
"Professor Hollister is the devil. She must hate slave girls, to think of all these terrible things to do to us. What a cruel bitch she is! No, no, I mustn't think that. She is an important free woman, and I am merely a slave. I am here to entertain the guests. See how they're laughing at me? Sarah is a genius. I am honored to serve her as a slave whore. I shouldn't jerk so hard. I don't know how Professor Hollister is going to explain the rope burns on her neck when (and if) she gets on shore."
The duality of thinking of herself as both Flame and Professor Hollister gradually faded, and before long Flame began thinking of Professor Hollister as a separate and distinct individual. She reasoned that this mindset helped her "performance," but the terrifying reality explained why no one seemed to recognize her--she was developing slave mind, thinking of herself as just Flame the horny sex toy. Professor Hollister was not on the boat, she was somewhere in Boston, or her apartment in Manhattan. She was an important free woman. Flame was a naked Pleasure Slut who got her thrills out of being subjugated by free people.
Flame was worth too much money to be destroyed wantonly. Worse, actual harm could impair the guest experience. However, if something terrible happened to Flame, Professor Hollister had convinced the board that established the
Yo Ho Ho
to take out business insurance. Compensation would be paid to the professor's estate, and Flame would be thrown overboard as so much chum.
*****
(
Steve Hollister's Perspective
)
Damn, I'm glad Professor Hollister came up with the plan to have me on this ship for spring break. Instead of being tortured in Texas by my stepsister, I got almost unlimited pussy to eat and sometimes fuck, plus tips! OK, some of this twat was past its "sell by" date, but after being kept constantly in a chastity belt for nine months, I found even the menopausal women were like filet minion to eat, and even better to shaft after their first climaxes. Several of these customers (what's the feminine of a John--Jennine?) re-booked me every day of the cruise. And their husbands, who got to spend time shafting the female slaves, had been VERY generous in tips when I kept their wives orgasmically entertained.
OK, one middle-aged MILF named Martha Simmons got her rocks off by pounding my butt-hole with a (thankfully lubricated) strap-on, and that was as humiliating as it was uncomfortable. Again, I got a huge tip (not just the plastic kind) for letting her shaft me. I guess I've become too used to submitting to assertive, self-confident women like Professor Hollister and Ms. Simmons. I'm embarrassed to admit it, but I shot a huge load just as she finished pegging me, with nobody around to film or jeer at me.
