Enlightened Descent
This story deals with various aspects of abduction, slavery (actual, not role play), intense humiliation, autoeroticism, exhibitionism, and hair removal or shaving.
IF YOU FIND SITUATIONS DEALING WITH NON-CONSENSUAL SEX AND SLAVERY UNAPPEALING, PLEASE
STOP NOW!
If, however, you can continue with an open mind, and read this as it is meant to be, a work of complete fiction...
Enjoy!
Saphhia
Chapter Thirteen
Penny felt the hands on her center before she opened her eyes, and it was a startling awakening. They were not gentle, but insistent that she rise before she had a chance to orient herself. Eyes still semi-closed, Penny was led out of her container and into the grand foyer.
"We are displaying you today, slave. This is the reason you have been delivered to us, so behave and try not to embarrass us." The young sister scolded, as her brother looked on, amused.
"Yes, do try and preform well. I cannot promise you anything in return for your best, but I can guarantee a most unpleasant experience should you fail us." The brother leaned in and tweaked Penny's left nipple, eliciting the desired response. Her sex immediately glistened with her uncontrollable arousal.
One of the staff stepped forward and placed a heavy steel collar around her neck. It was heavy and she could feel the weight of it pressing on her collar bones before the man attached a leash, giving it a sharp yank. She followed because she had no choice but to do so.
Penny was led into the back of the house, to the kitchen and prep areas of the first floor, forced to sit on the floor near the door. The servants and cooks looked down on her with some amount of disdain, and even disgust if she was correct in reading their emotions.
"You're nothing but a sex object." One of the women scowled, dressed conservatively in a livery that was dour of nothing else.
One the cooks pulled her leash off the hook it was hung on and pulled her roughly to a well-used table, forcing her to sit on a stool that was much to low. Penny's chin barely cleared the edge of butcher-block island. "I was told to feed you, but seeing as you've got no teeth, I can only offer you this." He threw a bowl of what looked like oatmeal in front of her. It was bland and only lukewarm, but she managed to eat the entire bowl. She had had much worse, and much less. At least the gruel filled her belly sufficiently that she felt nearly human.
There was a flurry of activity as a limousine pulled up to the door to the rear of the house, and everyone stood as something resembling attention as a tall, rather austere looking man stepped inside. Penny didn't know what to do, so she stood as everyone else had, only to be pushed back down promptly.
"So, you are the toy?" He assumed, walking around the table and taking a position opposite her. She kept her eyes lowered but managed to catch glimpses of the man as he perused her. "You certainly are everything my children have boasted.
Her mind raced to understand, but then it occurred to her that the siblings that had been her keepers up until that moment were this man's offspring. Continuing to remain penitent, Penny waiting for whatever was about to transpire. She didn't have to wait very long. Grabbing the leash being offered by the cook who had fed her, the well-dressed man dragged her hurriedly outside, and into the waiting limousine.
He reached into the pocket of his suit coat, once they were seated, producing her much maligned teeth. "Oh, put these in, will you." He urged. "I can't take you where we are going looking like a toothless whore."
Penny gratefully took them from him, quickly inserting them into her empty mouth. The man obviously had the remote as they snapped into place as they once had, feeling every bit as secure as they once had. Having them, gave Penny a misplaced sense of worth, a sense that was soon to be tried egregiously.
They had driven only a short distance as the car pulled up in front of a well-appointed house. Penny felt a bit over-exposed as she was led from the car to the house, but it was a feeling that she was slowly becoming accustomed to.
Once inside, the man was greeted by an eastern woman, but with western tastes. No names were exchanged during the greeting, but it was cordial, perhaps even affectionate in nature. Nothing at all was said to Penny, but the woman ran a seemingly curious hand over her hairless head.
"This—" She flicked her scalp with her finger, "—seems to be all the rage." They both laughed, and they were moving up a grand staircase to an upper level.
"It will certainly make things easier." The man insisted. "Nothing to hamper the lash." Once again laughter as they agreed on his assessment.
"I do love the enhancements. So demeaning, and yet, so enticing." The woman grinned.
"My sentiments exactly." He agreed. A few more steps and they stood at a large ornate wooden door. It was dark inside as they entered, but a soft lighting was soon afforded by way of rather medieval looking wall sconces. "The Chinese warehouse we purchased her from has been most reliable."
"If you find you need anything, just ring for service and one of my staff will attend you." The woman left, and Penny was left to the whim of this man. The equipment in the room was the standard BDSM stuff, aside from the fact that nearly all of it appeared to be either custom made, or from a very exclusive supplier. She looked up at the cross that dominated the one end of the room and shuddered, visibly.
"Don't you worry, slut. You can't be damaged—" he hesitated, "—physically." The whip that he handled was a mean looking weapon, a leather clad wand with a tapered strand of braided rawhide ending in three groups of knots. Hoisting it above his head, he snapped it skillfully causing Penny to jump in place. He laughed at her reaction.
Taking her by the arm, the man backed her up to the cross, fastening her wrists and ankles securely into the cuffs that dangled there. "Now we shall see if you're worth the money I paid for you."
*
Asha awoke in complete darkness, the dank smell of her cell accentuated by the smell of her own urine. She had attempted to use the bucket that she knew was there, but in her haste and need, she missed with the most of it. Her sleep had been sporadic at best, not afforded anything but a wide wooden bench to recline on.
She ran her hand over her now slightly stubbled head, knowing that in a short time, she would have nothing there at all, at least if her cousin had her way. Asha knew that Allison had had little choice but to act and she fully expected her to. What she wasn't prepared for was the abject degradation of spending a night in one Marga's cells. And Asha thought her brother's little prison block was harsh; it held little to compare to the isolation and humiliation of that place.
Asha knew, that just like the girl she and Allison had scrubbed a few mornings before, she too must be in an abhorrent state. That thought was confirmed when the cell door was opened a few minutes later. The light, which she knew to be dim in the hallway, was blinding to her after her sensory deprivation. She was relieved to see Allison alone, standing in the doorway.
