She had come to Wales to buy a slave but now she was herself a slave and she had made it all so easy, so logical, her mind raced as she thought about the way they had manipulated her and how had she allowed herself to be duped and she wondered why she had she been so naïve and so trusting of complete strangers and she screamed silently at her own stupidity.
Caroline had driven to Wales a financially secure young woman with a good degree and a good job managing her own accounts with minimal interference and a private income from her aunt's estate the trustees of which had just released another fifty thousand pounds for her to spend as she wished, yesterday Caroline had the world at her feet now her world was merely a "Three foot" cube cage which was actually two feet four wide so it passed through standard doorways, and as she thought of her own stupidity she sobbed into her gag and cried into her blindfold.
Caroline knew only that she had been carried for miles in a lorry or van, so at least she was still in the country, or would she have felt the motion of a ship, so she reasoned, she must at least still be in Europe, yet she knew that no one knew even where she started her journey from, her trail ended when she booked into the Queens hotel and allowed the bell boy to park her smart red late model Golf GTi in the garages, there was not even any CCTV in the side street where Frank picked her up in the Maybach limousine.
Discomfort rather than despair had woken Caroline, not just her cramped leg and arm muscles, or the harsh metal grid pressing into her soft flesh, but the urgent need to pee. She tried so hard not to, but gradually she lost control and she decided just a little trickle would not matter when, "Blahhhhh" "Dring Dring" "Blahhhh!" an alarm sounded hammering brutally into her earplug speakers as she screamed silently.
A pump whirred quietly as it sucked the liquids from the drip tray to the catch tank, starting as soon as the moisture sensors sensed she had lost control, the same sensors that sounded the alarm until as the pump lost suction and as the motor raced the voltage sensor shut the system shut down.
Caroline relaxed her over tensed muscles, no one had come, no one cared, perhaps she was in a warehouse or mineshaft, her imagination ran riot, she imagined cannibals about to eat her or men queuing up to use her, she explored her prison, nudging the bars gently and exploring with her hands secured as they were behind her back, she tried stepping through her hands but the handcuffs were too high on her arms and she just could not get her legs tight enough, so she tried to explore with her fingertips.
The silence was overwhelming.
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Felicia was already hurrying to find Caroline, reacting to the sound of the alarm as she threw her apron on a chair and grabbed her piece of toast and swept into the corridor.
"Hang on that pole's heavy," Frank called after her, "I better give her a hand." He told Sarah and he grabbed the rest of the toast and hurried after Felicia.
Felicia took the head phones with the throat microphone for the earplug speakers from the top of Caroline's cage and started to prepare her for release as Frank joined her.
Caroline felt rather than heard Felicia arrive, she felt hands pushed through the bars of the cage which bucked a leather collar around her neck and Caroline then felt a tug as Felicia attached a leash and she was pulled gently from the cage, "There's a three foot drop, swing your feet out first." Felicia ordered as she switched on her microphone and spoke through Caroline's earplug speakers.
Caroline eased her poor aching limbs from the cage and jumped down onto the cold hard granite floor, the shock jarred her bare feet. "Follow me, do exactly as I say" Felicia ordered, "Walk forward, two, paces, one, halt!" Felicia ordered and Caroline obeyed, "Up three steps," Felicia ordered as Caroline approached the display trolley, with its wide platform at cage height some three feet from the floor, " that's one, two, three, stop."
Frank nodded at Felicia and picked up the eight foot long stainless steel pole like it was a twig not a hundred and fifty pounds of polished steel tube, smeared lube around the bullet like smooth streamlined end, and hoisted it up into the hole in the low ceiling almost over Caroline's head
"Turn round." Felicia ordered and suddenly to her horror, as she cautiously eased around Caroline felt the cold wet chill of the steel tube being forced down inside the back of her already excessively tight corset, as Frank carefully guided it as it sank downwards under it's own weight, she breathed in as hard as she could as she felt the tube sliding down the groove of her buttocks and down against her legs until with a click she realised the tube or pole had been secured in a hole in the floor and she was trapped.
"Hold still," Felicia advised and Caroline felt something touch her throat, another strap, it was pulled tight pulling her head back against the pole, she tried to move but the pole seemed immovable and she relaxed. At least she wouldn't fall!
Frank checked the pole was fully engaged in the bed of the display trolley and tightened the securing bolt, ready to drop the loading flaps to leave Caroline perched on a platform only nine inches wide.
A chain jingled, Caroline felt something round her ankles, Felicia was shackling them tight against the pole, then she ordered, "Sink down Caroline, spread those knees there's a good girl."
With Felicia bearing down on her shoulders Caroline had no choice but to sink down, "Knees apart girl," Felicia ordered through the earplug speakers.
Caroline felt something being loped round her left knee, a wide strap like a car seatbelt, pulling and then one around her right knee and then there was the sound of a ratchet, and her knees were pulled firmly down, out and back, Caroline baulked at the indignity, unaware that Frank had attached the knee spreader to her, a plank with a knee straps and a ratchet to tighten them which fitted behind the pole, she could do nothing to resist as Frank relentlessly spread her knees ever wider until the pain seemed unbearable and as she became sure her hips would break or dislocate Caroline started to scream and cry into her gag.
Felicia helped to pull Caroline's legs apart nice and wide then she hooked Caroline's leash to the floor to prevent her standing and stood back to admire her efforts she waited for Frank to lower the loading flaps.
Felicia stared at Caroline for a moment or two before she undid Carolines crotch belt for a detailed inspection. As the dampened belt came away so the dildo clattered to he floor leaving Caroline feeling suddenly empty.
"Oh Caroline you look disgusting, I can see right up inside you, you wicked little tease, and you're leaking you absolute minx!" Felicia said through the earplug speakers, as she took the belt from Caroline's waist and tossed it in a plastic bin before taking a sponge to clean Caroline up and finally she dried her carefully with a rough towel.
Caroline relaxed, the sponge was a pleasant feeling and the pain of her tortured hips diminished to be replaced with cramp but now she felt like her vagina would no longer close and she badly wanted something inside her.
Caroline felt horribly exposed and vulnerable, but shackled to the pole half way along the spine of the four foot wide and eight foot long display trolley she was quite safe, even if her head was only inches from the ceiling. The trolley was far too wide to fit through the dungeon door in any case and the pole could only be positioned right in the middle of the curved tunnel under the old escape shaft, but the trolley served it's purpose and Frank got it for a good price from Bethesda when they upgraded to skeletal birthing chairs for display, although Frank was sure the old trolley was a better job.
Caroline waited, her heart thumped loudly as the minutes passed, stillness reigned, no touching, nothing, just the beginnings of thirst and hunger tormented her as she adapted to her posture and the pain subsided to a dull ache, bur relief turned so quickly to need, the bum plug tormented her now the dildo was gone, she realised she had found it's presence comforting like a baby's pacifier but now she felt like her whole pussy was gaping wide open, the skin pulled tight by her outspread knees, she wanted it filled, no she needed it filled,
Unbeknown to Caroline Herb Morton had just arrived on his Harley Davidson motorcycle, and resplendent in his black leathers the sixty two year old balding and overweight American had refused Sarah's offer of coffee and was on his way to inspect her.
Caroline had no idea that Herb and Frank and Felicia were standing looking at her, "She's leaking again" Frank said, looking a single drop of girl juice on the deck of the display trolley "That hinge will be rusty again in the morning you mark my words."
"Shut up Partridge!" Felicia used her husbands supposed Chauffeur title in Herb's hearing, and then switching on her throat microphone so Caroline could hear she said, "Now this is a recent arrival it needs toning, the training has been fairly minimal so far but the slave seems very amenable, very responsive to the crop."
There was silence then Caroline felt strong male hands probing her labia, squeezing her breasts, feeling her legs, even running fingers through her hair.
