Caroline sat at her dressing table as Sarah helped her to put on her makeup, she wore a black corset again, but in shiny black leather, with a zipper and buckles at the front bdsm style, and tapes to suspend her short black stockings, obscenely short black stockings which left a wide expanse of creamy thigh uncovered. Sarah worked carefully with her palette of blushers, vivid lipstick, eyelashes and eye shadow to transform Caroline into a complete slut.
And not just her face, Sarah worked diligently on Caroline's body, teasing away a stray hair from her sex and applying rouge and shadow to emphasise her labia, and even a touch of vivid scarlet lipstick to the depths where her pink lips gave way to red flesh, and finally after a final cleansing she applied a clear but sticky mint based foundation so everything was minty fresh "downstairs."
Sam Jenner had no idea that Felicia had lined up Bonnie, the sub she hoped to sell to Sam alongside two others, for whom she very different plans, namely Caroline and a Russian girl named Leila, who Felicia hoped might in time become Caroline's slave.
Sam came from the USA but he owned a big house in County Clare which he used as his European base and as he was one of Felicia's best customers she had worked especially hard to find Bonnie for him, a near exact match for his detailed specification.
Bonnie was a real beauty, fine Caucasian bone structure with that lovely all year tan you get with a Jamaican father, she was stunning, especially come winter when the white girls were slapping on fake tan or spending hours on a sun-bed, summer was a problem but it would not be a problem for a slave in a dungeon who never saw the sun.
Bonnie had been a successful fashion model until someone passed pictures of her snorting Cocaine to the papers, a devious, dastardly, cowardly trick which Frank set up with Bonnie's sometime boyfriend that raised nearly a hundred thousand pounds for Frank and Leila, and propelled Bonnie into the ranks of girls who needed to disappear, and of course Frank and Leila were in the right place at the right time to offer a "disappearance package," for a reasonable fee of course.
Felicia never thought for a moment that Sam would look any further than Bonnie when she offered him choice of slaves, but she wasn't worried, Leila also needed to keep a low profile and Caroline, well, she was a size too large and a good five years too old for Sam so Felicia had no worries on that score!
Frank was supposed to wheel Caroline to the display area in a wheel chair, so her makeup remained perfect, especially down below, but when he didn't arrive Sarah had to wheel Caroline along instead, down the corridor and then down in the service lift, an incongruous grey metal monstrosity carved into the fabric of this Victorian remake of a medieval Castle by the ministry of munitions when they took control during the war.
The lift whirred near silently as it descended, just the thunder of the passing counter weight audible above the sizzle of the motors and the hiss of the wires, they stopped at the dungeon level with a jerk and as the grey door slid open so Sarah pushed Caroline the last few yards, "Careful Caroline, don't do anything, just relax," Sarah cautioned, "Felicia will be cross if you get sweaty." but Caroline stepped from the Trolley and walked towards Felicia who was standing by the shelf.
The shelf was just that, a shelf, maybe three feet from the floor and seven inches wide cut into the rock along the side of a vertical wall in a tunnel apparently cut from the rock and tunnelled deep into the hillside behind the Castle. The Tunnel had been opened up for extra height above the shelf, the headroom now a clear seven feet above the shelf, and the brick lined whitewashed ceiling curved gently from the bare rock of the vertical wall above the shelf to the floor twelve feet or so away.
Along the length of the shelf four vertical poles were spaced some six feet apart each with the rock chiselled away to form an alcove maybe nine inches deep to give enough room to slip a belt behind the pole while still leaving a six or seven inch shelf in front of the pole to perch on. Felicia slid a set of wooden steps into place as Caroline approached, "Here climb these steps, hold on to the pole," she suggested.
Caroline saw there was a wide leather belt with two buckles and a narrower one already looped around the pole, "Just climb up, and step through the belts, I'll tighten them this time," Felicia added.
"I can manage" Caroline replied but Felicia cautioned her.
"It's more awkward than it looks, let me," Felicia advised and as Caroline stood on the shelf facing the pole and gripping it with her hands Felicia lifted the belts up and secured the first one loosely around her waist and the smaller around her ankles, "That's it turn to face out," Felicia ordered, and as Caroline turned Felicia tightened the belts fully.
"And sink" Felicia ordered.
"It hurts my ankles" Caroline complained, as she sank down so her bottom rested on her heels.
"Spread your knees, let's see your best feature," Felicia ordered, "Oh lovely!" she said as she admired Sarahs expertise with the make up.
"Why can't I sit on the shelf," Caroline asked.
"No, feeling only today, but if you like," Felicia smiled, "well there are some eyebolts for ankle spreaders," Felicia explained patiently, "It's just the right height for most men to penetrate you if you sit, but in display squat it's almost impossible for a customer to take any unacceptable liberties such as unauthorised penetration, do you understand?"
"Yes" said Caroline uncertainly, "Yes, I see, oh, gosh, look, I'm not sure about this."
"Caroline, you have to trust me," Felicia insisted, "I'll be here, you'll be fine."
Felicia checked the belts one last time, and said, "I'll get the others."
Caroline watched them come in, they were both a dress size smaller than Caroline, two in the case of the darker one, Caroline saw one was a real beauty, fine Caucasian chiselled nose and high cheekbones with that lovely all year tan you get with a black father and white mother, and she looked for all the world like a famous catwalk model, Caroline decided, as she tried to remember the model's name.
The pale one was very pale, as in eastern European pale, with her dark hair cut in a severe communist manner, one could hardly call it styled and she even bore a patch of stubbly pubic hair, and she was slightly shorter than Caroline, or so Caroline surmised.
Felicia and Sarah quickly helped the other girls onto their poles and cleared the steps away before they quickly adjusted the lighting to spotlight the three girls using the remotely controlled motorised halogen lights which Frank had installed specially for the purpose.
Caroline looked around at other girls but they just stared straight ahead ignoring her, and noted the others had different corsets, high fashion not bdsm, and hold up stockings, more chic than slut, suddenly she felt dirty, ashamed somehow, as if Sarah had dressed her down.
Caroline was still staring when Frank walked in with a smartly dressed American businessman, who introduced himself with a cheery, "Hi girls, who wants to play with Sammy." spoken in a pleasant tone although perhaps over confidently.
Caroline turned to stare at "Sammy" he seemed quite nice, maybe mid to late thirties, a bit shy under his over confident exterior, she thought, his lightweight blue grey suit looked expensive, hand made, she had an eye for these details.
"Eyes front eyes down," Felicia ordered, "This is Sam Jenner, Sam came all the way from the states to choose one of you lovelies as his playmate." She continued but Caroline just stared at Sam.
"Hey eyes down slut." Sam said as he returned Caroline's stare.
She growled at him, she had no idea why but she growled.
"Wildcat huh, she been trained?" Sam asked as he took a step towards her, the flesh on Caroline's arms and neck erupted in goose bumps, "Hell she's nervous, it's ok little kitty, Sammy just wants to feel the merchandise don't be scared." He cooed, as he reached out to her.
Caroline just stared as he pawed her, gently lifting each breast in turn as he checked for implants, opening her mouth by gently pulling on her chin like he was checking out a horse, she held his gaze as he looked deep into her eyes, pausing a moment in indecision.
Caroline felt his breath on her cheek, sweet smelling with a hint of peppermint and finally he reached down to feel her sex, and she felt immensely proud of her own self control as she willed herself to remain still as she stared into his twinkling brown eyes, he smiled, "Hell she sure is pleased to see me." Sam observed as his fingers slipped effortlessly inside her.
Caroline cringed, she had felt her nipples stiffen as Sam touched her breasts, but now she felt her sex growing damp, and it felt like her lower lips were gently opening ready for his inspection, as he eased them gently apart.
"Like how much you asking?" Sam asked, "because although I like what I see I don't honestly think this is twenty four seven slave material."
"Oh, well see the others," Felicia said.
"I guess I'd need a longer." Sam said as he dipped his head down and slipped his tongue into Caroline's sex, "Longer test," he said licking his lips, "Maybe later."
Caroline squirmed in frustration, glowering at Sam as he moved away, he stared back. "Grrrr" he growled, and laughed.
Sam moved on to Leila, she kept her hands behind her back and her head and eyes down as Sam mauled her.
