Slave to the Ouija

Chapter 2

Alex was terrified as he knelt in his cage, his heart hammering in his chest. He tried again to look at the approaching figures. Someone grabbed his head, and a hood completely obscured his sight as he began to struggle. Cruel laughter met his feeble attempt, and his wrists were swiftly secured behind his back as the hood was tightened under his chin and forced his mouth shut.

Blindfolded, bound and kneeling in a cage, Alex tried feverishly to understand what was occurring. As a gag silenced him, he could hear others as gags instantly muffled their cries.

He had no idea how long he had been there when a lock clicked. Painfully, he was backed out of his cage and went to stand, and he was pushed face-first on the floor.

"Never stand without permission!" a harsh female voice spoke. Alex did not try again as he lay there waiting for what was to come, he felt close to throwing up as fear pumped adrenaline through his body.

"Stand." the order was accompanied by a vicious tug of his hair. As he rose a quick painful twist of his hair brought his head down as if he were bowing, led forward, he was pushed into a wall, a steel cuff encircled his ankle before his hands were untied and fastened to cuffs above his head.

Standing naked, blindfolded and his arms above his head, Alex wanted to die of shame and humiliation as he stood listening as another person was prepared for the worshippers.

Time didn't exist, the captives were subject to the times of the Mistress and Master,

as they endured the wait at their owners wishes.

Alex jerked when a hot wet mouth sucked slowly and lightly over his cock. He squealed in fright, the gag muffling the noise. Laughter echoed around him as the mouth continued its slow steady path up and down on his cock.

He could feel himself begin to harden as the mouth released him. His balls were grabbed and a thin strap was wrapped tightly, it would be fun to watch his distress, and it was an art lesson for the younger worshippers to learn.

He was fear ridden as he felt the strap tighten painfully as it dug into the soft skin around his balls. A muffled shriek of pain from behind his gag restarted the laughter and taunts as the pain increased. He thought of every possible distraction but when fingers started to lightly stroke his balls he was beaten, and submitted to the torture of his captors.

Through his pain haze, Alex felt himself start to harden. His balls were pressing against the strap

He felt a hot tongue run up his cock shaft the warm breath against his swollen balls as he stood, learning the first of many painful lessons as he was humiliated as the taunts started, along with laughter and jokes.

It was silent and Alex waited his body tensed, but he heard nothing.

Where were they?

What would they do to him next?

His mind raced as he stood waiting for release. He dozed fitfully, but constantly snapped awake, his heart racing.

Alex had no idea how long it was before he was put back in his cage.

He heard a lock click. and the door open. A female voice told him to get out.

Alex could hear others issuing the same orders, and he wondered how many there were.

He and the others were chained around two tables in front of an altar, prepared for tonight's festivities. Black cloth draped the two tables, and cuffs were attached to each corner.

Mistress Rina wanted the new slaves to be present at the offering to the Others. Though she would not let the new slaves see the mass, they could definitely listen as the Others enjoyed their gifts, as candles were lit the worshippers began to chant in a strange language, Alex could hear a commotion but could only listen.

A thump from above him made him jump as he could hear muffled voices and struggling finally cease.

The two sacrifices lay naked on the tables, with the male positioned face down, his head placed to view a mirror his arse hole exposed for the examination he would receive by the Others.

The female lay face up also spread and ready to be viewed and played with by the others.

Mistress Rina removed their blindfolds and gags as the ceremony began.

Hysterical screaming from above sent the chained slaves into fruitless struggles as guttural voices above, examined their offerings. It was silent now except for the sound of slurping as the offerings were accepted,

After mass the remainder of the captives were untied and locked into cells.

Mistress Rina had decided to brand her new pets, she looked forward to the mental effect the branding had on people when they endured the white hot agony as the iron marked them hers for life.

She started the fire and placed her iron into it, one letter at the end. S.

One at a time the new pets were led to a table and tightly chained and the V shaped boards at the bottom allowed her to spread their legs strapping the thigh extra tightly so she could move close and apply the brand to the inner upper thigh of the slave so the branding was clean and clear. If the thigh jerks too much it could ruin the brand.

Mistress Rina had designed the table, one feature she liked was it could be tilted, allowing the slave to observe the whole branding process.

With the iron kept hot, Alex was led out and tied down, before his thigh was tied until the thin straps bit into his leg, stopping any movement.

Removing his eye covers, the table he was tied to was tilted, allowing him to get a clear view of what she was doing. He hadn't registered what was planned until he watched her pull on a thick glove before picking up a nearly white-hot iron.

She smiled as she walked to him. He wanted to scream as he felt the fear explode through his body, before a searing red hot pain bit into his thigh and through his entire frame.

Unable to scream, he was lost in an agonizing world of blinding hot pain as tears dripped down into his hood. He had been kissed by the iron.

The pain brought Alex back, raking through his body as he moaned. He couldn't quite register what had happened since he was abducted. Events and memories had jumbled and he had no idea of what wasn't real anymore but he knew his hatred for these savages had grown to epic proportions as he thought of the ways he would repay what they had done many times over.

Mistress Rina summoned the congregation and divided the remaining slaves between the groups and she would take two for her use.

Her hips swayed sensuously as she walked to her bedroom and thought about this afternoon and what games she planned to play tonight.

A feeling of power coursed through her body as she led Alex into her bedroom. A red hot pain seared through his thigh and body as she led him toward her room. She knew their bodies would be in searing pain but they were her pets and she didn't care as they would get over it, plus it was the best time to make them play together.

Chaining Alex to the bed she left and returned with Josh and chained him to the other side.

She was thrilled as she sat staring at them silently as they waited, frightened naked bound, and where they belonged, on their knees for Mistress Rina. Neither of them knew if she had left or was she watching them, hating the uncertainty, all they could do was tolerate it and wait.

Rising from the bed she approached Alex and stood behind. He felt a steel collar put around his neck and lock before he registered what had been done. Horror and shock had frozen him as his head fought to rationalize what she had just done, a slow anger burned inside him furiously growing out of control and Mistress Rina was prepared,

The Mistress went to Josh and collared him. He shook with fury as he heard the collar lock around his neck. The pain in his thigh was nothing compared to the fear and fury fighting to be first.

Idly stroking Josh's back she thought about them playing together while she filmed. That would give her a record of their progress and a training manual for the younger ones.