La Chatte Heureuse Pt 04 Ch 06 09

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Chapter 6: Tessa. Saturday Week 3

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When I chose to come to La Chatte Heureuse for six weeks as a member of the Slave caste, I truly had no idea what impact that decision would have on me. Two weeks into my stay and I'm now fully aware of what to expect while I'm here. I've endured several forms of bondage, had my tits and arse flogged and caned a few times, and generally made to submit to whims of five different mistresses, two of whom had me confined in a dungeon cell overnight. My experiences have been an eye-opener for me. Not simply because of the treatment I've endured, but my own reaction to what should be abhorrent to me. Far from being frightened and disgusted, I find that I not only tolerate what is being done to me, but that I actually enjoy it.

The yellow flower badge on my necklace certainly plays its part. The badge signifies that I'm classified as a 'Buttercup,' one of four labels given to some slaves who have specific likes and dislikes in the way they are treated. Each mistress has her own ideas on how to treat a slave, and they tend to select slaves who have compatible preferences. I'm told that doing so improves the experience for both mistress and slave, although I'm far too new to this lifestyle to know otherwise.

Now, at the start of my third week, I'm mentally preparing myself for the largest single event of my stay. Raewyn and Nadia left on this morning's boat, having completed their two week stay in the Ladies caste. I think they enjoyed their time here, but I can't help feeling that I made the better choice.

The special event in the tower means moving from building E4 to one of the slave dormitories in the tower basement. Apparently there will be forty of us housed in two adjacent dormitories. I've already seen the slave accommodation in the tower, which is cramped and provides only the most basic of facilities. Most of the other slaves will be arriving in two batches later this afternoon. The fifteen mistresses attending the event are either already here, or will arrive later this morning. They get to stay in the luxury rooms on the upper levels of the tower.

The week long special event is a trial of a new idea. A new game is started at eight o'clock each morning and ends at eight o'clock at night, unless one side or the other wins the game in the meantime. In the unlikely event a game finishes before two o'clock in the afternoon, a shortened version of the game will be started after a short lunch break.

The object of the game is for those of us in the Slave caste to take simultaneous 'control' of six areas of the tower, while the mistresses do what they can to prevent us from doing so. Taking 'control' of an area is simply a matter of switching on a lamp. If all six lamps are lit at the same time, then we have won. It sounds simple, but I'm sure it won't be.

As far as tactics go, locking us all in the dungeon won't work for the mistresses. For the mistresses to win a game they must accumulate points earned from the labours of the slaves. There are twenty-four pre-defined tasks, some of which are basic duties like cleaning or tidying-up, while others are overtly sexual in nature. One of the referees will decide if a task is satisfactorily completed, and points can be awarded to the mistresses.

I estimate that for the mistresses to win they will need to have at least four groups of six slaves working on different tasks at the same time. At least eight of the predefined tasks will need to be completed in the first three hours for the mistresses to gain enough points for a quick victory. After that, time penalties eat into their score, requiring more and more tasks to be completed. Consequently the tactic of locking up all but a handful of easily controlled slaves will also fail to win the game for the mistresses. If all twenty four predefined tasks are completed without the mistresses achieving a winning score, then the game is declared a tie.

With only fifteen mistresses guarding the six target areas and overseeing forty slaves, there should be opportunities for us to escape from our guards and seize one of the areas. Physical assaults on members of the opposing side will result in penalty points being awarded at the discretion of one of the referees. The main problem for the slaves, of course, is coordinating our actions. Seizing one area while the others remain controlled by the mistresses will achieve nothing.

The mistresses can regain control of a seized area by simply switching off the lamp. If the slaves leave guards, then enough mistresses need to be gathered to order the slave-guards to surrender. The game requires a slave to obey a mistress's orders unless she deliberately intends to disobey. If a slave disobeys a mistress's order then she can be shackled, and taken to the dungeon. To avoid physical confrontations, a referee will determine whether there are sufficient mistresses present to impose a surrender. The referee will also verify that the slaves concerned have, in fact, disobeyed a legitimate order, and are not merely being rounded up on the whim of a mistress. Some orders will be considered invalid, such as 'don't escape' or 'don't touch any of the lamps.' It will be interesting to see how mistresses can work around those limitations, and the referees interpretation of such rules.

Once imprisoned in the dungeon, a slave can choose to be confined to a cell, or subjected to punishment delivered by one of the mistresses. Only after a punishment is delivered can the slave return to the game. The punishment is either by a spanking with a slipper, or the slave buying full or partial remission of the punishment by donating points in favour of the mistresses. The dungeon is the only place where any form of punishment instrument can be used. One of the referees will observe the delivery of any punishment to ensure 'fair play,' and record any points donated by a slave.

Other limitations will affect the game. For example, only twelve sets of shackles will be available, so less than a third of the Slave caste can be kept in shackles at any one time. While rope is also available, I know from experience that few mistresses know how to bind a slave in a way that she is both restrained, and able to perform any task that's she's set.

It's late afternoon by the time everyone has arrived on the island, and allocated beds. I feel more enclosed in the tower dormitory than I did in building E4, as I now have other slaves sleeping both sides of me. Some of the slaves read the laminated notices on the wall by the door that detail meal arrangements and other housekeeping matters. I took the time to read them earlier, and I've already checked on the location of the kitchen, toilets and showers. Unlike in building E4, we aren't going to be shackled to our bed at night, and we have free access to the bathroom and kitchen. However, the door giving access to the rest of the tower will be locked until the mistresses unlock the door at the start of the game in the morning. That means we will be under the control of the mistresses from the outset of each game.

"Right! Listen up, slaves," booms one of the slaves in a tone that suggests she's had some military training. "I'm Jessica. We need to organise ourselves and consider some tactics."

Some of the slaves just look at Jessica as though she's grown two heads. I begin to wonder why some of those here wanted to come to this event. However a handful of other slaves respond to Jessica's words with a general murmur of agreement.

"Does anyone know the location of the target areas we need to capture?" continues Jessica.

"They're shown on the map on the notice board in the corridor," replies someone.

"That's a doodle, not a map," scoffs Jessica. "It's not even clear about which level some of the areas are located."

"I've seen two of the areas when I was in a work party last week," I offer.

"And...?" prompts Jessica.

"Area One is near the statue at the base of the northern stairs, on the same level as the main entrance," I continue. "The other one I've seen is Area Three, which is in the room fitted out like a Roman market, on the level above this one."

Jessica compares my description to the 'map' she has retrieved from the notice board.

"This map shows the main entrance to be on level one," says Jessica. "This level is labelled 'B2.'.. Basement Two, I suppose. So that makes Area Three on Basement One. Anyone else have information about this tower. Has anyone attended a previous special event in here?"

Several slaves admit to attending previous events in the tower, but their knowledge is limited to the two basement levels. This level is for slave accommodation and the dungeon, while level Basement One houses three large rooms inside which most previous special events have been played out. It appears that this is the first time levels one and above have been used for more than administration and mistress accommodation during an event.

"I doubt the mistresses suites will be part of the game," observes one slave.

"Yes, but there are several levels of suites, and only fifteen mistresses attending this event," says another. "The lower levels of suites might be vacant, and included in the game."

I'm not sure any of this discussion is leading anywhere. We have too little information to do more than speculate about tactics. Several of those here are clearly close friends, and are more interested in spending time together. There's nowhere to go for privacy, so any intimate liaisons will have plenty of witnesses.

As Jessica said, the map we've been given is deliberately vague. I now wish I'd paid more attention while I've been on work parties in here preparing for the event. I think hard about what I've seen while I was on those work parties.

By the time I've put together some recollections, the other slaves are preoccupied with their own groups of friends. I go over to Jessica, who is talking to two older slaves she clearly knows.

"Hi, I'm Tessa," I say, even though the letters on my necklace announce my name for me. "I've been on work parties in here over the last couple of weeks. I may have some helpful observations if you are interested."

"Hmm," replies one of the older slaves... Sandra, according to her necklace. "I've not seen you here before. Are you a new member?"

"I'm not actually a member," I reply. "I won a competition and a six week stay here was my prize."

"As a slave! Some prize!" laughs Sandra. "I'll salute you if you last the full six weeks. Well, if you have any intel, I suggest you tell it to Jess. She's the head cook."

What I earlier took to be a hint of military training in Jessica's forthright way of speaking could equally apply to being a head cook in a busy kitchen. Jessica finishes her discussion with Dolly, before turning to me. Up close, I realise that Jessica is no older than me... twenty-four at the outside. She's quite attractive, with long light brown hair tied in braids. Like the rest of us, she wears the standard Slave caste outfit with her tits exposed. I've seen so many pairs of naked tits in the last fortnight that I'm now usually blasé about seeing them. However, Jessica's tits attract my eye as they fit my idea of perfection.

"If you want to rub tits, then we can do that later," says Jessica, making me drop my eyes from the delicious sight I've been ogling. "What do you have that you think may be useful tomorrow."

Jessica invites me to sit next to her on her bed, and I rattle off a series of unconnected things I've noticed over the last two weeks. When I've finished, Jessica pieces together what I've said into a more logical explanation.

"So, the beds in the suites on the lower two floors of the mistress accommodation have all been moved into the storerooms. An iron gate has been installed on the landing leading to the levels above that. And the centre of each suite emptied of its bed now has several flock mattresses laid out on the floor. Sounds like they've been converted into playrooms for some serious sex games."

I don't know what Jessica means by 'serious sex games,' nor how those might fit into the games tomorrow. I know some of the tasks we will be doing during a game will be of sexual in nature, but I assumed that would be something like strip poker or spin the bottle. I guess we will find out soon enough. Jessica invites me to stay with her while we find ourselves something to eat. Jessica introduces me to a few more of her acquaintances among the slaves gathered for the games.

"How long have you been a member of La Chatte Heureuse?" I ask Jessica.

"I joined three years ago, although I only started coming here last year after my mother died. I suddenly found I was at a loose end during my breaks from work. This is the first special event I've attended. Did I hear you tell Sandra that you're here as a result of a competition?"

"Yes," I reply. "Six weeks as a slave on a luxury island sounded like a great adventure. At least, compared to listening to my parents constantly lecture me about same-sex relationships."

"You still live at home then?" probes Jessica.

"Yeah. At least, when I'm not at university. I'll be starting my final year in a few weeks. I'll find somewhere of my own to live once I graduate and secure a job."

Jessica and I take our food into an area called 'the hole.' It's a large square patio set fifteen feet below ground, and surrounded by a brick wall. There's a vertical metal ladder up the wall that represents our fire escape. The open top to the patio is covered with a metal grill, ensuring those below remain imprisoned. A small hatch above the ladder is electronically locked to only open in response to a fire alarm. The hole is our sole access to the outside for the next week. With the interior door to the upper levels of the tower locked, we are all confined on this level until the first game begins in the morning.

"How do you think the game will go tomorrow?" I ask Jessica.

"I don't know. Half the slaves here wouldn't disobey an order even if their life depended on it. It will depend on how well the mistresses coordinate their team. There's every chance they will waste a lot of time fighting among themselves over who is queen bee."

"Maybe we should take it easy on the first game and use it to test some tactics and study the areas we are supposed to control," I suggest. "Afterwards we can agree on how to go about winning the later games."

"That's a good idea, but be careful who you share it with," cautions Jessica. "The mistresses will target anyone they think might be a leader among us. There are slaves here who would happily betray that information if it avoids a punishment. Most of the slaves here are little better than sheep. That's not surprising. After all, we each chose the Slave caste and all that it represents. Without leaders to herd the sheep in the right direction, there's little chance of our side winning any game."

"Do you think there are any slaves here with their regular mistresses?" I ask.

"You mean 'chattel slaves.' There shouldn't be any mistress-slave pairs here. The entry requirements were quite clear about that. I presume the staff registering the applications made a thorough check, although I doubt the system is foolproof."

As the evening progresses, the mood in the slave quarters becomes festive. Those who have been to special events before regale their experiences to anyone willing to listen. From what I can gather, these events aren't for the faint-hearted, nor those whose fitness leaves a lot to be desired.

Despite the party atmosphere, everyone is ready for bed by ten o'clock. We can't control the lights in our prison, and the main lights are automatically dimmed to a faint glow at ten. Although we each have our own assigned bed, it soon becomes clear that more than a few slaves are into sharing with a friend. I don't know anybody well enough to share a bed, which is why I'm surprised when a warm naked body slides under my blanket.

"Lose the night dress, Tessa," whispers Jessica, as she runs her hand up my leg.

My night dress is the standard issue nightwear allocated to those of the Slave caste during special events. It's little more than thin cotton shift with a cutaway back. The flimsy shift is held in place by a pair of ties fastened behind my neck. One gentle pull on the knot and my shift will promptly fall down to my ankles. Since I'm already in bed, I sit up and work the unfastened shift down my body until my feet kick can it onto the floor.

I've barely settled back down when Jessica's mouth is covering mine in a deep kiss, and one of her hands roams across my tits. I quickly reciprocate her actions. Before long Jessica has buried her face between my legs and her tongue is working me towards an orgasm. My sighs of pleasure get so loud that Jessica plonks her hand across my mouth. We aren't the only couple in this dormitory engaged in this sort of activity and the steady stream of moans and grunts must be preventing those trying to sleep from doing so. And yet nobody complains.

In the gloom, it's difficult to see beyond the adjacent beds. The one on my left is empty, so I presume Diana is warming someone else's bed. The bed on my right has a single occupant. She's busy watching Jessica and me, and I'd swear she's playing with herself as she watches. If my bed was larger, I would invite her to join us for a threesome. As it is, I can only let her be a voyeur... something which triggers a guilty pleasure inside me.

By midnight there are few of us still awake. Jessica seems to have the stamina of a marathon runner, and despite being tired, I do my best to keep up with her play. I don't know what time it is when I fall asleep.

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Chapter 7: Tessa. Monday Week 3

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Jessica, Sandra and I meet in 'the hole' after a long and difficult second game. We at least achieved a tie today, compared to the comprehensive defeat yesterday. The only reason the first game lasted until four o'clock in the afternoon was because the mistresses were initially no better organised than the slaves. At least the first game gave us an insight as to who among us can be relied on in a difficult situation.

Jessica was right when she said that the mistresses would target any slave they considered to be a leader. By the end of the second game, Jessica and four other slaves are having to play while locked in shackles. The restraints slow them down considerably, and intimidate several other slaves from being more adventurous. So far I've kept my head down and not attracted any undue attention from the mistresses.

"I can't see how we are going to win a game," says Jessica, easing the marks on her wrists and ankles now that she's free of the shackles. "The best we've done is three areas controlled at a time."

"I agree," replies Sandra. "I'm also not sure how many of us are trying to win the game. Some are more eager to perform the sexually oriented tasks."

I admit that I also enjoy some of the sexy tasks. Oiling each other with baby oil was a lot of fun even if it earned the mistresses points to our detriment. Matching and fitting coloured condoms to painted wooden cocks was also fun, even though of no practical use in my life.

"And then there are the timid ones who forfeit points rather than face a spanking," adds Jessica.

"There must be some way of winning," says Sandra. "Whoever designed the game must have anticipated the challenges we face."

Perhaps, although this is the first time these games have been run, so at lot of the rules are untested. The tactics employed by the mistresses have worked far more successfully than ours. Where possible, they rope us together, with the most timid of our group at the ends. Those in the middle can't free themselves without the cooperation of one of the end slaves. If the task makes it impractical to have us confined in a coffle, then extra mistresses supervise our work. They don't bother guarding the areas we need to capture, but instead have a roving squad of mistresses to recapture anything we take.