This chapter also has the downstairs in it, more of Chase and starting to meet the slaves that Nathaniel refers to as being there.
This is also continuing the transition of the slave to going downstairs.
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The following week when I went to the club, I was not feeling like being there. I had left the previous week unsatisfied. Not sexually, but mentally. The slave I had allowed to wear a choker of mine had not performed to where I expected, and I had allowed my Mistress's image to colour my experience with the human.
That left me wanting to beat her, but not fuck her. As a sex slave, that was not good for her.
Finding her waiting in the room, I walked past her and sat down in the chair. She immediately came over to service, but paused when she saw my hand come up.
"Sir?" her voice was a little scared.
"Yes?"
"I'm sorry Sir, have I displeased you?"
"No. I am just uninspired this evening." I told her. "I am going to take you downstairs to Chase."
Her eyes flew wide and she shook her head. "Please Sir, no. I'm sorry, Sir..." she babbled as tears started down her cheek.
"No, girl, not like that. I am giving you more time with the new resident. I'm sure there are many things he needs to learn."
She collapsed at my feet, hugging my ankles. "Thank you, Sir. I'm sorry I thought I had angered you so much."
"I would never leave you with him. The people down there are there for a reason. If I was unhappy or angry with you I would just send you away." I told her, rising from the chair. "Dress."
She quickly put her clothes back on, against without underwear and followed me out into the club. Down into the dungeon I heard noises that told me Chase was having his fun.
"Chase?" I spoke when we entered his domain, warning him we were here.
"Nathaniel! What brings you here?" Chase stopped what he was doing and walked over to me. He held a strap in his hand, sweat glistening off his shirtless chest.
"I want her to use the newest addition again." I started, then switched to a language only Chase would understand. "And I want to use one of your females. I want to beat them."
"Of course. Perfect timing. I was told I could have another male captive down here as early as next week. I have to step up my training for the first one before then." Chase explained, sending a glace to Madeline. "May I?"
"Be gentler than normal." I told him, switching languages again. "She is just a human." I walked to Madeline, changing back to English. "Be a good girl. Please whoever you are asked."
"Yes, Sir." she replied, looking somewhat concerned at Chase.
"Take Worthless. It has been here the shortest." Chase pointed to a dark haired girl. I nodded and went to her cage. When I got within twenty feet of her, she knelt, bending over at the waist, breasts on the cold floor, her eyes looking at the ground, head between her outstretched arms.
Hanging outside the door to her cage were chains used to bind, a leash long enough to double as a lash, clamps for both her cunt and nipples, and a collection of gags.
I opened the unlocked door to her cage, grabbing a leash as I entered. She didn't move until I was next to her, leash snapped into place. Once that happened, she sat up to her kneel, hands behind her back. Her gaze was straight ahead.
Now that I could see her, she was a thin brunette with dark eyes that focused on nothing. Her nipples were pierced and a thick collar around her neck. I knew the reason Chase needed no locks on the doors of his harem. If they went near the stairs upstairs it would notify him and shock whoever it was into unconsciousness, promising much more pain when they came awake.
I tugged on the girl's leash leading her from her cell. She walked at a quick pace to stay just behind me as I led her to a sawhorse looking table. Pointing to it, she moved to where her shins were against the wood. I took the straps located there and buckled her legs to the legs of the table. She spread her arms for me to take rope to spread her arms wide.
By the time I was done she was nearly on her tiptoes with her arms spread which shoved her chest out. The girl never made a single sound from when I approached. Chase ran a extreme discipline regime, unloading his sadistic side forcing his slaves to comply. He had no qualms to beat, or torture them to get what he expected. His results were always impressive.
I picked up a cane in a container located in the corner of the small room. Off in the distance I heard Madeline moan as whatever was administered to her. I swished the cane in the air to get its feeling.
CRACK
I landed a strike on the slave in front of me. I knew this girl was a thrall, but only for necessity. We could not torture her for hundreds of years if she could not live that long. My strength was stronger when striking the thrall than I had with Madeline.
CRACK CRACK CRACK
The next three were in rapid succession, each leaving a dark welt where it struck flesh. Still the girl made no sound. Her eyes remained straight ahead, expression unchanged.
"You can't break her." Chase explained as he moved closer. I heard that Madeline was otherwise occupied
"That sounds like a challenge." I replied to the other thrall.
"Perhaps. Think of it as pride in my work."
"My position on pride is well known."
"Good luck." Chase gave as his parting remark.
Taking his challenge I left the slave displayed and collected other things in which to use on the woman I had strung up.
I fastened chains around the slave's ankles to use later and set a weight on both of her nipple piercings.
CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK