Suffering in Submission Pt 05

Chapter Eight

Vespa was just about able to walk when the door was unbolted and the powerful figure of the black man stepped back inside the tiny shower room. He grasped her arm, fingers digging into the flesh and led her back down the corridor a little way then unbolted a door on the side.

"Time for you to join the others!" he chuckled as he pulled her inside and Vespa gasped as she saw the selection of steel cages and two huddled occupants.

"What's this?" she cried out and tried to back out of the room but he simply tightened his grip on her arm and pulled her back inside, laughing at her feeble efforts to escape from him.

"This is where you wait until James requires your services...or decides to accept an offer for you."

"But I am Jake's!" Vespa cried out.

"Not any more. James likes you so he bought you off Jake. Five thousand pounds you cost, girl, so I hope you live up to your price!"

"He can't just sell me!" snapped Vespa, still trying to resist despite the futility as the man dragged her towards one of the cages.

"He just has, girl! Now stop struggling or I will have to subdue you!"

Vespa ignored his instruction. Instead, she kicked out at him but he simply caught her ankle and flipped her over onto the floor then reached up and took a collar from a shelf on the wall. He clicked it round her neck then stood up, watching her carefully as she slowly got to her feet and then raised her hands to explore the steel ring around her neck.

"No, it won't come off unless you know the combination. You will have to get used to wearing it while you are here as it is a very useful training tool, isn't it, girls?"

No reply came from the other two girls in cages nearby, one of whom was Astrid, Vespa suddenly realised as she noticed the long blonde hair. The other was the little Chinese girl, Huian, and she was curled up in a little ball of dejection against the steel bars of her cage.

"I'll give you a demonstration. If you're disobedient then this happens," murmured the man, taking a tiny device out of his pocket and pressing a button on the top.

Vespa jumped as Astrid suddenly jerked, hands flying to her neck. A strangled cry emerged past the ball gag in her mouth and her body tensed all over before she suddenly relaxed again.

"An electric current. That was a mild shock but I can turn it up a little if you want another look?"

Vespa stayed silent, mouth going dry at the thought of how difficult it was going to be to escape wearing such a thing. Had she really been sold like a slave back in ancient times? It appeared so and Astrid's position in the cage certainly reinforced Vespa's new status. It seemed that James didn't just like submissive girls but ones who had to suffer anything that he wished to do. Unable to think of a way out as there was no way she could defeat the massive black man despite her skills at unarmed combat, Vespa wearily opened her mouth when told to do so and suffered the indignity of having a large rubber ball gag pushed inside.

"See you later, Virginia," the man chuckled, stroking his crotch through his dungarees as he pushed her into a cage and padlocked the door.

The outer door to the room clanged shut and the bolt slid across and Vespa shivered at the sound, wondering how she was going to get out of the predicament that she found herself in. She would not have been too worried if it hadn't been for the collar but that was a game changer. Whoever was dealing with the captives would only have to press the button and she would be instantly incapacitated. Unless she knocked them out with one blow or a judo throw? That was risky though and she couldn't afford to try and fail as then they would be on their guard. It was why she had not fought as hard as she could have done against the black man, knowing that she was unlikely to be able to defeat him and not wanting to show that she knew some tricks. Keep your powder dry for the next battle as the army said!

Scuttling over to the side of her cage nearest Astrid, Vespa beckoned to the Swedish girl who stared back at her through dulled blue eyes. The tiniest spark of life flared within and Astrid moved closer, lifting her head until they were looking at each other through the bars, scant inches away. Vespa slipped a couple of fingers through the bars and Astrid responded, grasping them tightly, clearly grateful for the comforting touch of another's skin. Using her other hand, Vespa tried writing in the air, slowly and carefully spelling out the words. Astrid frowned and looked puzzled so Vespa tried again and this time the girl nodded and inched even further forward, raising her neck higher so that Vespa could get her fingers onto her steel collar.

Examining it, Vespa was disheartened to find that there were no obvious weak spots in the design. The hinges were almost set into the rest of the metal and there was no way of prising them open without a screwdriver. Even then, it would be difficult and if the tool slipped, it might go into the girl's neck and puncture an artery. There had to be something that she could do, she thought angrily, twisting the collar round until she could see the join and the tiny combination lock. Four numbers so too many different combinations to try. Would all the collars have the same one? That was a thought to bear in mind as she could wait until one of the other slaves had their collars removed and try and see what numbers opened it. What if they never were taken off though? Also, she would have to be very close to see which numbers were dialled into the lock. There had to be another way! Think outside the box, Vespa exhorted herself sternly as she looked at the metal circle. If you cannot get the collar off, then can you make it inoperative?

The sound of the bolt sliding back on the door made her jerk away from Astrid and she shuffled across to the other side of her cage and watched sullenly as Jake stepped in along with James.

"You've done well this week, Jake. Two new girls and both exceptional in their own way. This one," James remarked, pointing at Astrid, "is just so beautiful. True Scandinavian pedigree by the look of her. My latest acquisition though, Virginia, interests me greatly. Even when she should have been thoroughly broken, she still showed a spark of defiance in those dark green eyes. Look at her now, watching us like a cat through the bars of her cage. I think she might dig her claws into you, Jake, and savage you if she could!"

"I'm sure that you will soon tame her, James," replied Jake, smirking at Vespa.

"I will be doing my best," the older man replied as he took three bowls down from a shelf and filled them with water from a tap. After removing the ball gags from all three women, Jake took one and slid it through a narrow slot in the bottom of the cage door for Vespa while James pushed the other two bowls inside the other cages for Astrid and Huian.

"Drink up, girls," he stated, standing there and smiling as he surveyed his little menagerie.

Astrid and Huian bent down and started to lap up the water like dogs but Vespa sat back and just stared at her captor in defiance.

"Just as I thought, Jake...spirited and unbroken despite her ordeal on the bench an hour ago. It really is going to be a lot of fun breaking her in completely to my will."

"Perhaps I should have asked more for her?" ruminated the photographer, idly stroking the pocket of his trousers which bulged appreciably. Vespa wished she could make him eat the money, note by note, until he choked on it but any thoughts of that were suddenly jolted away as James took out one of the little remote control devices and pressed one of the buttons on top. Vespa jerked, hands clawing at her neck as pain shot through her body. It was like being hit with a charge from a mild stun gun, something she had experienced in her training for the military police, and her limbs went all loose and floppy for a few seconds.

"I told you to drink, Virginia. Girls who disobey get punished so I suggest you start lapping up your water!"

Vespa hesitated. Was there anything to gain by refusing and then suffering again? Almost certainly not so when she saw his finger start to move again, she shuffled forward, bent her head down and started to drink. Ironic clapping came from James and she flushed, vowing to get even with him if it was the last thing she ever did.

The two men walked back out and the bolt slid back into place and the three girls were left alone, trapped in their cages and united in despair. As Astrid curled up in a foetal position, Vespa noticed the raw red stripes on her bare bottom cheeks and realised that she must have been caned or whipped earlier that day. There had to be something that she could do to save them from being abused every day although she was damned if she could see what it was! Her only consolation was that at least Colonel Danvers knew that she had been going somewhere with Jake. Surely, if he did not hear from her within a couple of days, he would go and apply some pressure to the photographer. Would the man crack though? He had a lot to lose if he admitted anything!

Chapter Nine

Time passed slowly and Vespa started to feel hungry. She had not eaten much throughout the day and now it had to be heading towards midnight and her belly felt empty. She drank a little more water then found herself regretting it as she realised that there was nowhere for any of the captives to go to the toilet. Newspaper lined the bottom of the cages but there was nothing apart from her water bowl. Could she use that if she got desperate? Curling herself up like Astrid and Huian, Vespa eventually fell asleep despite her mind being filled with thoughts and fears.

Her need to go to the toilet had increased dramatically when she woke up. Neither of the others was awake so she could only lie there and try and take her mind off her need by thinking of ways to escape and what she would do to James and Jake if she ever managed to get them alone. Despite the pleasure that some of her more creative ideas gave her, Vespa found herself squirming as pains started in her groin. She squeezed her thighs together and clenched her pelvic floor muscles, fighting the urge to release her water. She was almost grateful when she heard the bolt on the door slide back and then the black man entered and watched her thoughtfully as she pointed to her groin.

"Got to go, have you, girlie?" he sneered, walking over to a shelf behind the furthest cage and coming back with a potty. Vespa looked at it in horror. She wasn't a child. No, she was a slave, she realised with a sinking, sickening feeling as the man unlocked her cage and grabbed her by the arm. Cramped and tired, Vespa knew it was pointless to resist his strength and so she edged out of the cage and then stood there, trying to stretch out her limbs as he turned her round and cuffed her hands behind her back.

"Sit and use it, slut," he commanded and she obeyed, closing her eyes to hide the knowledge of her shame from him.

The plastic potty moulded to her wealed arse cheeks and she felt a jolt of pain then she sighed in relief as her pee rushed out in an unstoppable flood. On and on it went for what seemed like an eternity before the final few droplets fell into the potty below as she stood up.

"Spread your legs!" snapped the man and she again complied, hoping that he was going to wipe her with some toilet paper even though she blushed at the thought of a man doing that for her. Instead, he took a strange device off one of the shelves and told her to bend right over.

"Master James wants this fitted in you to encourage your obedience. Thinks the collar won't be enough!"

Bent over, bottom wiggling slightly in the air, Vespa tried to peep between her legs as a belt was buckled round her waist tightly. A leather strap with two adjustable steel rings set into it hung down, dangling between her spread thighs and she looked at it in puzzlement then gasped as a cold metal dildo was roughly inserted in her pussy.

"It'll soon warm up, slut!" stated the man with a grim chuckle as he fiddled with the strap until one ring clicked into place round the bottom of the dildo, fitting snugly into a machined recess round the rim. He pulled the strap up and connected it to the belt at the back and Vespa groaned as he tightened it until the dildo was pushed further up inside her sore quim.

"Right you can have your breakfast while I wake these other sluts up," he commented, pushing her back into her cage and locking the door again after he uncuffed her.

Vespa picked out the driest part of the mushy mixture of milk and cereal that he shoved through the little slot before she tried to use her fingers as a makeshift spoon to shovel as much into her mouth as she could, knowing that she needed to keep her strength up. She watched the other two being taken out of their cages in turn then allowed to use the potty which grew increasingly full and was nearly overflowing by the time Astrid finished, her face bright scarlet with embarrassment at being stared at by the huge black man. He served them their breakfast too then after gagging them all again, almost knuckled his forehead as James stepped through the doorway.

"All done, Darren?"

"Yes, sir. Those two are just finishing their breakfast."

"Who was first today?"

"The new girl, sir, although I must admit that I didn't tell her the consequences of that last night."

"Never mind. She should be clever enough to work it out! Get her out of her cage and have her kneel down in front of me."

First to do what? thought Vespa in puzzlement as Darren reached in and grasped her by the arm once more. First to finish her breakfast? Was that a crime to be punished for? She knelt obediently, keeping her eyes down submissively as James gripped her chin and raised her head. He had something in his other hand and Vespa tried to see what it was but could not quite make it out. It wasn't until he raised it further that she could see that it was a stainless steel funnel with a strap attached. While she was staring at it in puzzlement, Darren's hands reached down and unbuckled the strap that held her gag in

"Open wide, slut," James snapped at her and she swallowed hard, eyeing the strange funnel askance as she wondered what he was going to do when it was in her mouth. Her slight hesitation clearly angered him because he took the remote control device out of his pocket and she tensed up, ready to feel the jolt of electricity flying through her neck. To her shock, and a very painful one at that, the metal dildo in her pussy sent electricity coursing through her delicate flesh instead and she found herself screaming into the muffling gag, hands flexing I the cuffs as they tried to clutch at her pulsing pussy lips.

"I gather that you did not tell her about the dildo either, Darren, judging by her reaction?"

"No, sir, I thought I would let you have the pleasure of demonstrating its effectiveness!"

"Open wide, Virginia!" James snapped again and this time Vespa wasted no time in obeying, unable to contemplate another bolt of pain shooting into her softness.

James pulled out the slippery ball gag and passed it to Darren then the cold steel end of the funnel slid between her lips. James fastened the strap attached to it round the back of her head and Vespa felt the funnel inch further and further in until it was right at the back of her mouth.

"You can pour while I watch, Darren," stated James with a chill smile on his lips and Vespa watched in horror as the black man bent down and picked up the potty. Mewling noises of shock and horror emerged past the funnel for a few moments before he tilted the plastic receptacle and sent a flood of pee down the wide end and into her mouth.

"Drink it down, girl!" commanded James, tapping his fingers lightly on the top of the little control device. Vespa took the hint and swallowed, hating herself as the liquid squirmed down her throat and into her belly. More was tipped into the funnel as she drank down what was in her mouth and she had to swallow that too, barely coping with the flow. Vespa lost count of how many times she swallowed down the slightly acrid fluid but eventually James turned to Darren and said, "I think she might have learnt her lesson now. Dispose of the rest while I take her with me."

After having the metal funnel removed, Vespa allowed herself to be pushed out of the room by James, fearing another jolt of electricity coursing through her body if she struggled. She did keep her eyes open though, trying to learn her surroundings just in case she managed to escape at some point. They went out into the corridor then back up through the door behind the curtain, emerging in the large room in which she had been so thoroughly humiliated the night before. The bench was still on the raised platform and she shuddered as she glanced at it, wondering if she was going to be strapped down to it once more and beaten. Her buttocks still ached abominably and Vespa knew that she would struggle to cope with another caning or whipping on top of the livid welts that decorated her pale skin. To her relief, they kept going past the bench and out into the garden where the sun was shining brightly and a gentle breeze drifted over her naked flesh.

"Kneel down, Virginia," he commanded and she did so with alacrity, green eyes scanning the terrain to see if she could find any spots to hide in. The lawn seemed to stretch on for ever though and only a distant glimpse of trees gave her any hope of finding somewhere to escape pursuit if she ran.

"Wait!" he snapped and then walked away twenty paces or so before turning back to her and ordering her to come to him as if she was a dog. Slowly, Vespa ambled across after standing up and stood in front of him, eyes down to see what he would order her to do next. Then she fell down to her knees as a blast of electricity tore through her groin as he activated the remote control device.

"I did not tell you to stand up and walk over, Virginia. You will crawl to me like a well trained slave should when their master commands them!"

Vespa bit back her instinctive retort, knowing that she would only get another dose of agony shooting through her sensitive parts from the infernal steel dildo ensconced in her pussy. Waiting on her knees as she strode away again, she crawled across to him when he commanded her, hating every moment of the undignified scramble across the grass.

"Better but still plenty of room for improvement, I feel. Definitely more speed is required, girl!"

After about another twenty attempts, James pronounced himself satisfied and Vespa breathed a deep sigh of relief as her knees were aching. Her relaxation was short lived though as he took a small ball out of his pocket then tossed it away and told her to go and fetch it. Vespa scurried over on all fours and grabbed it with her hand then hurried back, offering it up to him.

"Your mouth, my little doggy girl," James remarked, shaking his head in mock sorrow at her failure and then she was rolling around in agony once more as the pain shot back into her body. This jolt seemed to be more severe and prolonged and she groaned as her limbs jerked spasmodically for a few moments.

"I suggest that you don't disappoint me again or I will have to turn the pain up a little more," he remarked, fingers caressing the little box as his cold grey eyes stared down at her prone figure.

Vespa picked the ball up in her mouth when he threw it again, biting into the rubber and carrying it back to him before she knelt back up. This time he gave her an approving pat on the head before he threw the little ball further. Another dozen throws and Vespa's mouth was aching as much as her knees and she was glad when he finished the game and clipped a lead onto her collar and made her walk to heel around the lawn.