Rabecca's filth-encrusted panties pulled back and forth along the crack of her bottom as she stepped over the rusted metal threshold and into the dungeon beyond. Jennifer followed, relishing the wave of warm air on her skin as she shuffled across the warm stones.
The medieval room seemed brighter than before, lit by an unseen source of glowing warmth. Could she be entering a dream? Feeling between her legs with her bound hands, she couldn't be sure that this wasn't...a dream.
The air was thick with humidity from the combined exhalation of the crowd of women now assembled on the cellar floor - young and old - every shape and size, yet all unnervingly attractive. She looked through the throng of bodies, hoping to catch a glimpse of Natalie or Mistress Olivia with no success. Even Tora, who would have towered over the others and been easily spotted, was nowhere to be seen. She saw Zöe and Clarissa, who she had met only briefly in the elevator as it made its grinding descent into SubSpace but even they were barely recognizable, stripped of their trendy street clothes and kneeling before a stern mistress in a perverse call to attention. She watched as Rabecca twisted and twirled, her mouth slack in giddeus wonder, giggling and smiling back at her.
"Follow me." Mrs. Devlin spoke in a flat, unreadable tone, as if she was leading them to a meeting at a corporate office, though Jennifer noticed a half-formed grin sneak its way onto her face. Whatever 'punishment' lay in store for them couldn't be too bad right? She came here to eat shit after all. Well, technically, to find her sister...but Lauren could wait. Despite eating from Natalie and Rabecca earlier, Jennifer was eager to become a human toilet once again.
Her heart did a clumsy jump rope in her chest as she followed Mrs. Devlin across the cellar to an iron hatchway labeled 'six'. She observed that this, unlike the other doors, did not have its own window. Focused as she was on imagining the possible scenarios waiting behind door number six, she failed to see the color draining from Rabecca's face as her look of feverish anticipation was replaced with one of intense worry.
"In here, my darlings." Mrs. Devlin effortlessly turned the imposing hatch wheel with a toned arm. The half-formed grin remained as she beckoned them into the hatch. Despite Rabecca's growing reservations, Jennifer found herself stepping over the rusting threshold into the darkened room. She heard heavy breathing as Rabecca was coaxed into the entrance behind her but her focus remained on the maddening darkness.
Somewhere far above her head, a high-intensity arc lamp cracked on, bathing them in a cylinder of light. Jennifer noticed immediately that this room was far more spacious than the entrance would have her believe, though despite her best efforts, she couldn't see much of it beyond the shaft of blinding light.
"Tora and I have come to an agreement about you." Mrs. Devlin finally cracked a smile.
"What do you mean?" Jennifer was confused but the intensifying mask of anguish on Rabecca's left her with an uneasy tingling sensation at the root of her spine.
"You will speak only when given permission - slave!" A dark and guttural voice resonated throughout the darkness, exciting the fundamental frequency of the chamber and nearly rattling the stone walls at the foundation.
Tora stepped into the beam of light. Her dark skin, freshly oiled, glistened with power. At once, Jennifer felt the familiar fascination and intimidation as Tora emerged from the darkness. She grasped Jennifer's jaw in a gargantuan hand, caressing her as she pulled her head close, raking Jennifer with hunter's eyes as one would examine a freshly acquired piece of livestock. "My slave!"
The note of finality in Tora's voice caught Jennifer off guard, reaching into her chest and momentarily stopping her heart. She looked to Mrs. Devlin whose relaxed facial expression seemed to confirm Tora's statement. "Mrs. Devlin...I don't understand."
"Whump!" One of Tora's massive palms shot out in an instant, catching Jennifer square in the gut. She doubled over, collapsing to her knees in pain.
"What's not to understand? I have compensated Rose quite well for you. Her usual commission, and then some. I own you!" Tora shot Mrs. Devlin a sated look. "I could beat you again like this a thousand times and nobody would stop me because you are now MY slave!"
Jennifer fought to remain conscious. An unbearable pain pulsated from her midsection and her eyes watered, not tears of pain, but a direct emotional response as a result of the delicious agony coursing through her. It was as if Tora had forced a red hot poker into her gut and left it there to simmer. As Jennifer processed the complex sensation, she forced herself to raise her head. Her mouth hung agape, but no words would come, even if she had been given permission to use her voice. Returning her focus to the agony in her belly, she noticed an altogether not-unwelcome sensation beginning to creep in, mixing together with the pulsing pain in her awareness. Could it be - pleasure? She never thought she would have been into pain sexually...but...maybe she was? But at the same time, perhaps the pain coursing through her body was just part of the equation. Maybe it was the simple fact that Mrs. Devlin had made a critical and lasting decision about her future...her LIFE and hadn't bothered to ask her consent.
After all, there was no longer any consent to give. She had voluntarily become Mrs. Devlin's slave hadn't she? What was a slave if not someone who was legally owned by another, forced to work without any compensation, freedom or personal rights. If Mrs. Devlin wanted her to work as a street prostitute, she'd have to do it wouldn't she? If she wanted her to become a human toilet for anyone - a random stranger - even someone she wasn't attracted to - she'd have to do it. She was a slave. Her control was gone. Her life was gone. She'd become something less than human. A piece of property, to be bought and sold at her owner's whim. Sold to Tora, without a second thought.
And...she was beginning to like it. She felt the tiger's eye stone along with the tiny jeweled heart on her necklace. She felt the warmth growing between her legs and shuddered.
"Now now my darling. It won't be so bad. Tora will take very good care of you." Mrs. Devlin looked down at Jennifer with a motherly smile as she ran a hand through her layered blonde hair.
Jennifer closed her eyes and leaned in to Mrs. Devlin's calming touch. As Mrs. Devlin crouched beside her, Jennifer nestled against her breast and felt her own breathing begin to slow. Soon she was drawing long, stable breaths of warm air into her lungs.
Tora reached down with a titanic arm and rested it on Jennifer's shoulder. "Now, I'm sure you are wondering what all those girls are doing outside. Let's just say it's a little party...to celebrate the opening of our newest room." Jennifer was nearly hypnotized by Tora's commanding eyes and Mrs. Devlin's calming touch but managed to pull away as she looked into the darkness surrounding her to hopefully catch a glimpse of what made this room so special.
"Rabecca, why don't you show Jennifer around."
As Tora and Mrs. Devlin helped her to her feet, Jennifer noticed Rabecca had begun to shake like a leaf. She could see her stomach punching and out in a pattern of random excitement. She noticed her skin had become more noticeably flush and pink. Her face was an inscrutable mixture of euphoria and terror.
"Rabecca?" Jennifer asked.
"Crack!" Jennifer saw Mrs. Devlin's hand as nothing more than a flash in her peripheral vision before her cheek exploded in white hot fire.
"Your Mistress told you not to speak...darling." She smirked, shaking out her hand.
