Timelooper Ch 02

Doc Marsden- Master Victor- continues his story as the party goes on. David finds out that it is a full weekend event, and wakes up the next morning the Master of a naked slave.

This is Chapter Two of four chapters. This is either a Sci-Fi story woven through a BDSM story or a BDSM story woven through a Sci-Fi story. If you're a Sci-Fi geek who doesn't want the BDSM stuff, just skip through that to the Sci-Fi story. If you're a BDSM freak who doesn't care about the Sci-Fi stuff, skip that and enjoy the BDSM portions. The BDSM portions stand more or less on their own, but the Sci-Fi story is in four parts that only make sense if you have read the chapters in sequence.

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WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.

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CHAPTER TWO - A Mistress on Trial

By the time Doc got back from the restroom, the center of the ballroom had been cleared and setup again. This time, there was a big table sitting near David. Further out were two smaller tables with chairs behind them. To one side were a dozen chairs similar to desks used in schools. The writing surface was folded down on most of the chairs, but as people filed in and sat down, they raised the surface up and set small notebooks on them.

"Masters and Mistresses," the MC said slowly, "it is not with pleasure that I announce that there is to be a trial here tonight. Mistress Alicia has been accused of not honoring her slave's safeword. Slave marcy contacted The Society's slave hotline and requested intervention. Master Jorge Silvano will act as prosecutor. Mistress Julia Williamson will act as the defense representative. Members of the jury have been chosen at random from guests present tonight. Grand Master Emeritus Victor Marsden will preside as judge."

The man with the red coat who had announced David when he entered, came and stood next to the MC. He thumped his large walking stick against the floor and said very loudly, "Hear ye, hear ye, the official court of The Society is now in session. All spectators are advised to remain silent during the proceedings."

Doc winked at David and rolled his wheelchair out to behind the judge's table. He looked over at a naked young woman sitting next to a man in a black suit and asked, "Slave marcy, do you wish to lodge charges against your Mistress?"

The naked young woman rose and said shakily, "I don't want to, but I have to. I love my Mistress, but something is wrong and if it doesn't stop, things could get out of control."

"I understand, slave marcy," Doc said softly, "but we need you to state the charges. What specifically happened?"

Slave marcy looked over at her Mistress and then back at Doc and said, "I hadn't done anything wrong. I wasn't being punished. But Mistress Alicia was in one of her moods and she usually took it out on me. Normally, that's OK. Sometimes, I even like a little pain. But she wanted to fuck me in the ass with this huge dildo without preparing me or allowing me to prepare myself. I knew that it would tear me if I wasn't loosened up, so I said no. She got mad and said that she wasn't even going to use any lube. That's when I used my safeword. I needed things to stop so she could calm down. But she forced me over the spanking horse and began pushing into me. It hurt horribly and I kept crying out my safeword, but she wouldn't stop."

Doc Marsden looked over at Mistress Alicia sitting with her representative and asked, "Is this how you remember the incident?"

"I was upset," Mistress Alicia said calmly. "Maybe I'd had a bad day and was going to take it out on slave marcy, but that's not unusual. I remember her saying no and I remember that I got very angry, but I don't remember that she used her safeword." She hung her head and said softly, "I don't even remember fucking her. It was like a red fog descended over me. I don't remember anything until she was lying over the spanking horse crying with blood seeping out of her ass."

Doc leaned forward and placed his elbows on the table. David could see that Doc had placed his right hand on his neck. After a moment he raised up and said, "Mistress Alicia I believe that you don't remember what happened. But I also believe that you totally lost control. What you don't remember is slave marcy crying out, 'Please Mistress, you haven't prepared me. Rhubarb, Rhubarb, Rhubarb... You will tear me with that. At least let me prepare myself. I don't want this. Rhubarb, Rhubarb, Rhubarb. I don't want this. I don't want this. Rhubarb, Rhubarb, Rhubarb.'" Doc paused and then asked, "Do you remember now?"

Mistress Alicia looked at Doc in total shock. "Oh, my God," she said. "I remember." She looked over at slave marcy and said, "I'm so sorry, pumpkin. I don't know what happened." Then she started crying.

Doc waited until her sobs had subsided and asked, "So, do you plead guilty to the charges?"

Mistress Alicia looked over to her representative who nodded. Then she said, "Yes."

Doc looked to the jury and said, "Masters and Mistresses of the jury. You will not need to decide guilt or innocense, but you will need to set forth the appropriate punishment."

There was a quick flurry of conversation among the jurors, then one of them stood and said, "There is a prescribed punishment for these circumstances. The recommendation is that the Master or Mistress be reduced to slave status for a period of one month and must experience what the slave experienced less, of course, any potential of permanent harm or death."

"Mistress Alicia, please stand before the court," Doc said loudly. Mistress Julia led Mistress Alicia forward and positioned her in front of the judge's desk. Then she stepped back behind the defense table.

"Mistress Alicia," I sentence you to a one month period of reversion. As a symbol of your slave status, you shall lose all body hair below the neck. Because of your obvious remorse, the hair on your head will be spared. You will regain Mistress status in thirty days or when the hair on your cunt has reached the length of one-half inch, whichever comes first. And you will be publicly fucked in the ass by slave marcy using the same dildo which you used on her. If you do not wish to abide by this decision, you will be expelled from The Society. Do you accept the punishment?"

Mistress Alicia stood silent for a moment. "Yes, Grand Master, I accept the punishment," she then said and began slowly taking off her clothing.

"I further mandate," Doc said loudly, "that you and slave marcy begin seeing one of The Society's approved counselors to work on whatever led to this loss of control. Is that also acceptable?"

"Yes, Grand Master," Mistress Alicia said softly. She was now standing naked before him.

"Members of The Society and all present here today," Doc said loudly, "for the next thirty days you shall treat this woman as slave alice. Failure to do so will be dealt with by this court. Following her period of punishment, you shall once again give her the full titles and respect due any Mistress of The Society. Failure to do that will also be dealt with by the court... and by me personally."

The staff men dressed in black hurried out and began removing the desks and chairs. Other staff rolled out a large, black, spanking horse that was mounted on a big rectangular platform. The horse itself looked like a gymnast's vaulting horse except it didn't have the big handles on the top. It did, however, have various straps to hold a person firmly in place.

The men in black were joined by several women also dressed in black and labeled as staff. They laid a large plastic tarp on the ballroom floor and then laid a smaller, black blanket over the tarp. One of them walked over to slave alice and said, "Stand in the middle of the blanket with your feet at elbow width and your arms straight out."

Mistress Alicia- now slave alice- walked into the center of the blanket and stood with her legs spread and her arms straight out from her body. The woman followed her and after she was in place stood in front of her and said, "Wider. Your feet should be directly under your elbows."

Slave alice looked down at her feet and then out at her arms and then bounced slightly as she moved each foot out about two inches. Three more women came scurrying out carrying a bunch of towels, a large bowl, and several bottles. Doc looked over at them and said firmly, "Confirm that this is the temporary removal cream. Her hair is supposed to grow back."

"No," said slave alice. "Use the permanent cream. Even after I regain my Mistress status, I want a reminder forever that I lost control and intentionally injured my slave whom I had sworn to protect."

"If that is your wish," Doc said. He then turned to the women and said, "Bring out the permanent cream."

"We have it with us," one of the women said. "Sometimes a slave becomes obnoxious and the order is changed from temporary to permanent."

She then stood directly in front of slave alice and said, "This is going to sting a little..." She stopped and then resumed, "OK, it's going to sting more than a little- but it only stings while it is killing the hair follicle." She smiled at slave alice and added, "And after that, you never have to worry about shaving down there ever again."

Slave alice said nothing and the women put on long rubber gloves and began smearing a rather foul-smelling cream all over her body from the neck down. From the tenseness in slave alice's muscles, you could tell that it stung badly, but she said nothing.

"Now we wipe that off and use the neutralizer," the lead woman said. She and the other two women then began carefully wiping the cream off of slave alice's skin.

When the cream was all basically wiped off, they each held a spray bottle and began spraying a sweet-smelling liquid all over slave alice's body. Her muscles relaxed greatly as the stinging finally totally stopped. Then the women again wiped her body. This time they weren't quite as gentle.

"Bring forward the spanking horse," Doc commanded and two staff men rolled it over to in front of the judge's table and set some sort of brake to hold it in place.

"Slave alice," he said firmly, "take your place on the horse."

Slave alice carefully stepped off the blanket and walked over to the spanking horse. "I believe that you had slave marcy use a stool when she leaned over the horse so that after her hands were bound, her feet would be off the ground."

Slave alice looked up at Doc and started to say, "How could you know that?" but her voice trailed off as one of the staff women set a small stool on the platform in front of the horse. She stepped up onto the stool and leaned over the leather padding. Two of the staff men took her arms and bound them firmly to the legs of the spanking horse. Then they walked around to the other side and spread her legs off the stool so they could bind her ankles to the legs of the horse on that side. When they were finished, slave alice was defenseless and totally displayed.

Slave marcy walked back into the brightly-lit area. She was now wearing a huge, black, strap-on dildo. She walked hesitantly up to her Mistress and began slowly rubbing a lubricant into her asshole. After one finger moved easily, she changed to two fingers. When they moved easily, she added more lube and switched to three fingers. She added more lube again when she started using all of her fingers held together in a wedge shape.

"I think you are ready," slave marcy said. "By the rules of the court, I could have done this with no lube and no preparation, but I couldn't do that to you... even if it would make you know how much you hurt me when you didn't honor my safeword."

"Thank you, slave marcy," slave alice said, "you have the heart of a Mistress."

"But I am happy as your slave," slave marcy replied. "And I will be even happier when your heart has been restored."

"Thank you, Mistress Marcy," slave alice replied as slave marcy stood up on the small stool and began pushing the tip of the monstrous dildo against slave alice's rosebud.

Slave marcy had prepared slave alice well and after a few slow pushes, the tip of the dildo opened slave alice's anal sphincter and began its forced entry into her bowels. Slave marcy had to hold onto slave alice's hips to keep herself on the stool and grunted several times with the effort of forcing the huge dildo into slave alice's ass. Slave alice grunted even more as the monster stretched her and filled her insides.

Finally, after several minutes, slave marcy had the dildo fully within slave alice. She waited almost three minutes before she started thrusting. She used slow, deliberate thrusts that were each accompanied by a small grunt as she forced her body forward and drove the dildo deep into slave alice's bowels.

The dildo and harness was designed so that pressure was transferred to slave marcy's clit with each forward thrust. After a short while, slave marcy's grunts were getting louder and slightly more shrill. After a longer time, slave alice began to push back against slave marcy's thrusts. Slave marcy continued thrusting for almost ten minutes until suddenly she stopped and began quivering as she slowly pushed the dildo all the way in. Just as she got it fully inserted into slave alice ass, she gave a great groan and collapsed on top of slave alice. The small stool tumbled off the platform and lay on the floor. Slave marcy lay on top of slave alice maintaining a slow rhythm of pushing against the dildo until slave alice let out a somewhat softer groan. Then she stopped all movement and just lay their on top of her Mistress.

After a few moments, slave alice said very softly, "I always wondered what that actually felt like." Slave marcy, still laying on top of slave alice, replied even more softly, "I love you, Mistress."

Doc clapped his hands loudly twice and pointed at one of the staff men. The staff man gave a short whistle to summon three others and they rolled the spanking horse, along with slaves alice and marcy, off into the darkness. Then Doc said loudly, "That is the last of our programmatic events for this evening. You all know where the private entertainment rooms are if you desire them. If you haven't checked in yet, please go to the desk in the entry foyer to find out your accommodations for the weekend."

He then turned to David and said, "You are also staying the weekend. If there is anything special you need from your apartment, I will send someone for it. It is very important to me... and to you... that you hear my whole story." He chuckled and shook his head, "And I think you are starting to see that my story isn't something you can take in all at once."

Doc made a hand motion to indicate that David should stay seated. So, David sat back down and pulled his chair closer to Doc Marsden's wheelchair. Doc stroked his chin slightly and said, "Let's see now, where was I in my story? Oh yes, I had just guessed that the brunette had come back from the bathroom totally commando. After the laughter from her seven girlfriends died down I said, 'I've never met a woman who didn't have an aura before. Do you want to move to another table and talk about it for a while?'"

Doc gave David a big smile and then said, "We moved over to one of the small tables and started talking." He laughed slightly and then continued, "I don't even remember what we talked about, but all of a sudden the bartender was yelling out, 'Last Call. We close in a half hour. You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here.' It was two o'clock in the morning. Her friends were gone. We were about the only people still in the bar. I looked at her and said, 'I guess this is where one of us says 'Your place or mine?'"

"'Or I just walk home... back to our hotel room,' she said. 'I can walk with you,' I said quickly. To which she replied, 'You did notice that I have seven roommates, didn't you?'"

"I smiled at her and said, 'I know. Walking you back to your hotel means just walking you back.'"

"'And what does walking back to your hotel mean?' she asked."

Doc looked sheepish, almost embarrassed as he said, "I told her 'Anything you want it to mean.' That's when she said, 'Just a drink and a view from your balcony.' Then she added, 'I will leave after that. There, now you don't have any false hopes or whatever.'"

He looked David in the eyes and said, "I got the idea she was testing me, so I said, 'If that's what you want, that's what we'll do.'" He smiled as if remembering something particularly pleasant and then said, "And that is what I intended to do, but..."

He got very silent and looked out over the top of the small crowd that still remained in the ballroom. After a while, David said, "But what? What happened?"

Doc shook his head and said, "Sorry, got lost in my memories." He took a deep breath and then said, "I decided that I needed more information about her, so I thought about when she was packing for the trip and pushed the jewel or whatever it was that was now hiding on my neck. I was suddenly in her room at the sorority. She was sorting through her underwear drawer and rolling up the panties she wanted to take with her. I was looking over her shoulder and could see that there were two pair of leather panties on the bottom of the drawer. I leaned in closer to her and said, 'Take those.'"

"She stopped for a second and shook her head like she wasn't sure what had just happened, then she pulled the two leather panties out of the drawer. One was black leather and rather large, almost a granny panty. Across the top of it, like a belt, there was some writing on the leather in a bold, golden font that said, 'Mistress Deborah.' The other panty was almost a micro. It was white leather with bikini-like tie straps on the sides. Across the front of the leather, in a black, handwriting-style font it said, 'slave debbie.'"

"I pressed the button and was once again back on the sidewalk with her walking towards my hotel. We only went a little further when I said firmly, 'Stop. We have to talk.'"

"She stopped and turned to look at me. 'What about?' she asked and I said, 'I need to tell you the truth. I'm the one that made you bring your fantasy panties. That's why you were short two pair and wore your grungy orange ones.'"

"She got really quiet and then said softly, 'They're not fantasy panties. They are for when I get together with some of my friends in the community.'"

"'But you weren't going to bring them,' I said. 'I went back and put the idea in your mind. I didn't realize how strong that power of suggestion would be. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have misused the power. I'll just walk you to your hotel and it will be like we never met.'"