GEETWO STORIES - PAGE 016
- CONCRETE DECISION -
Inspired by a story seen in Fantasy of Gord magazine.
For more than three weeks, Ellie had been cemented into a wall on the sixth floor of a new office block under construction, her face and breasts protruding on one side and her buttocks jutting from the other ...
Her plight had come
about as a result of her lack of experience in
dealing with tough working men and her own over-confidence
in thinking that just because she was the on-site
construction manager, she could issue orders and
impose her standards and demands without considering
or taking into account their views and opinions.
She had pushed too hard and too far, provoking
the men into an extreme reaction that she could
never have imagined ...
Seized, stripped, gagged and bound into the revolving
barrel of a cement-mixer, her sex and tight anal
passage had become the targets of the men's anger
and lust, her belly the hapless recipient of what
felt like gallons of their hot spend as she was
repeatedly taken and used by every one of the
Appalled and outraged by her callous treatment,
she fought madly to resist, determined not to
submit and shrieking muffled threats of revenge
and punishment and imprisonment for them all when
she was finally released ... but as she was forced
into climax after unwanted climax and her belly
convulsed with stunning power to send rivers of
scalding juices flooding into her sex as her body
responded helplessly to the iron-hard shafts ravaging
her without mercy, her shrieks and struggles slowly
changed to blatantly-erotic thrusts of her hips
and soft, wordless whimpers of flaring need and
acceptance as her passion overwhelmed her and
drove out all thought of her shame and humiliation.
Driven far beyond any hope of self-control or
modesty, Ellie sank into an inferno of sexual
ecstasy and heat, able only to come again and
again, her belly jerking and jolting with savage
power as she was taken, her brain numb and only
dimly comprehending that she no longer wished
to resist or hold back the delirious pleasure
of her absolute subjugation.
Until, exhausted and utterly drained, her mind and body could take no more and she fainted ....
When she awoke several
hours later, it was to find herself entombed in
the wall, her body totally immobilised in quick-setting
concrete and her mouth filled with a huge lump
of evil-tasting builder's putty held in place
by wide strips of adhesive tape.
The building was silent and seemingly deserted
and as Ellie realised what had been done to her,
she fought madly to escape.
But with absolutely no success and as she remembered
the incredible sexual fury that had been imposed
upon her and realised that she was still totally
at the mercy of her own work-crew and had become
nothing more than a rigidly- presented and helplessly-offered
sex-object for their continued use and enjoyment,
her belly kicked with ferocious heat and her nipples
throbbed painfully to the incredible eroticism
of her humiliating plight.
Any of the men working on the site need only visit
the floor to find her and as her mind visualised
an endless succession of them strolling up behind
her and casually plundering her exposed and shamefully-inviting
sex and anus, she couldn't hold back the shattering
orgasm that exploded through her belly at the
thought of being used with absolutely no way of
resisting, or even knowing who was taking her.
And as she whimpered to the shocking power of
her submission, a deep chuckle of satisfaction
reached her ears ...
Her eyes bulged in disbelief and horrified shame
as a man walked around from behind her and as
she recognised the figure of her site foreman,
Bert, her orgasm intensified as he grinned at
"Hiya, boss. Having fun, are you?"
She couldn't even shake her head as he chuckled
again and when he reached out to roll her nipples
between his calloused thumbs and fingers, she
squealed in frantic arousal and need as a renewed
flood of her juices burst into her sex.
"Hmm. I guess you are," he said, "Me
and the guys never realised what a hot little
piece you were until we saw you this afternoon.
Now, if only you'd told us what you liked, instead
of acting like a bossy bitch, we could all have
had a bit of fun instead of teaching you that
lesson. But there you go, babe, that's life, I
guess. Anyway, here you are and you don't seem
as mad as we thought you'd be, so if you promise
not to report any of what happened today, we'll
dig you out in the morning and put all this behind
us. The guys are a bit sorry for what we did to
you, even though you did deserve it for being
such a bitch, but if you're willing to forgive
and forget, so are we. What do you say?"
Ellie couldn't say anything until Bert peeled
off the tape and pulled out the putty, then as
he watched her, she worked her stiff jaws until
she could speak again.
For long seconds, she was silent, then she blushed
and nodded, "You're right, Bert," she
conceded, "I was a bitch to you and the men
and I probably did deserve what you all d-did
to me," her blush deepened, "And-and
I did like it. I liked it a lot. Not at first,
because I was terrified and furious at you all.
But later, when I was tied in the mixer and you
all t-took me. That was just ... incredible. I've
never come like that. Never. I couldn't stop and
it was the most exciting, unbelievable thing that's
ever happened to me."
Bert grinned again, "Yeah, we saw. None of
us had ever seen anything like it, either. You
sure are one hot woman, boss. So, you're not too
mad, then? And you won't report us?"
Ellie shook her head, "No, I promise. Best
if we keep it just between us, I think. After
all, I certainly don't want it getting out and
you guys don't want to go to jail, do you?"
"Ok, then," Bert said, clearly relieved,
"It's a deal. I'll get the guys to dig you
out tomorrow and we'll just keep it between ourselves.
Ellie hesitated, then said quietly, "Well,
there is another option, Bert."
He frowned, "What do you mean?"
"You could just ... just leave me as I am."
"What? Leave you? In the wall?"
Ellie nodded firmly, "That's right. I could
stay here for a while. You could bring my laptop
up here and I could teach you how to send in the
daily and weekly reports to keep Head Office happy.
They never visit anyway, so nobody except us will
"Hang on," Bert held up his hand, his face registering complete surprise,
want to be left in this wall? Why? What the Hell
Ellie took a deep breath, "Look, Bert, I know it sounds crazy," she told him,
"But ... well ... like
I said, what you and the guys did this afternoon
was just amazing and ... and I loved it and really
want more. So if you leave me as I am, you'd all
be able to ... you know ... have me whenever you wanted.
It'd be my way of sort of saying sorry for being
so bitchy and ... and making it up to you and the
Bert shook his head in disbelief, "Let me
get this straight, boss. You want to stay there
and let anybody screw you whenever they want?"
"Well, I won't be able to stop them, will
I?" Ellie replied coolly, "The way you've
got me fixed, I can't move a muscle and if I'm
gagged as well, then I won't be able to say no,
Bert shrugged, "Well, OK. If you're sure
it's what you want, I'm not going to argue with
you. And I'm damn' sure none of the guys will.
So, how long do you want us to keep you there,
Ellie replied without thinking, "As long
as you want, I suppose. I can't get free, so you
could keep me here until the project's finished
if you decided to."
"Hmm," Bert rubbed his chin thoughtfully,
"That's a thought. We should be ready for
the handover in about three months, I reckon.
So if we left this floor 'til then, we could dig
you out and repair the wall as the last job."
Ellie gasped, her eyes widening, "Hey, no.
Wait. I didn't mean that. Please, Bert, you can't
leave me here for three months ... "
He protest trailed off into shocked silence as
the foreman chuckled softly, "Why not, boss?
Like you said, nobody from Head office ever comes
down here and as long as they get the reports,
everybody's happy. The bosses, me, all the guys,
"But ... But ... What about me?" Ellie wailed.
"Well, I don't see that you've got all that
much choice," Bert grinned, "And if
you enjoyed this afternoon as much as you said,
you ought to be happy, too. All the guys had a
great time, so I'm sure you'll get plenty of attention
to keep you occupied and interested. In fact,
I'll work out a rota so everybody gets some time
with you at least once a day. How's that?"
Ellie gaped at him and her breasts quivered as
she realised that he was perfectly serious.
With thirty men in the work-crew, she faced the
stunning possibility of being taken thirty or
more times a day and as she realised that a normal
ten-hour shift might mean her being taken and
forced to climax every twenty minutes, her belly
Bert was still thinking and she moaned in anguish
as he began to tick points off on his fingers,
"Of course, you'll need food and water,"
he said, "We can take turns to bring that
in. And cleaning up, of course. We'll take turns
there, too, that's only fair. A coat of whitewash
for your face and ass to blend you into the wall
so nobody spots you from outside. And some sort
of gag that tastes better than that putty, don't
you think? So, what else? Oh yeah. Your apartment.
I'll give notice for you and we'll put your stuff
in one of the site stores for the duration. OK?
Anything else you can think of, boss?"
Ellie tried to get her brain back under some sort
of control as it reeled and whirled to thoughts
and mental images of the three months of immobilised
captivity and sexual subjugation ahead of her,
but the task was beyond her power and she could
only stammer, "W-Weekends. What about the
Bert smiled, "Hey, come on, boss. Give us a break. We're only human, you know and after a hard week of working and screwing you, the guys'll need a rest. But don't worry, I've got an idea about that. I'll show you later and anyway, I'll drop in a couple of times a day to feed you and give you a drink. It'll be fine. Trust me."
A small part of Ellie's
mind was clear enough to suspect that trusting
Bert was the last thing she ought to do, but by
far the larger piece was numbed by the devastating
realisation that he actually meant to go through
with keeping her concreted into the wall as a
helpless sex-toy until the construction work was
And that knowledge, coupled with her total inability
to prevent him carrying out his plan, intensified
the turmoil in her belly yet again.
She had no choice and as she was forced to accept
her fate, Ellie trembled in ferocious arousal
and gazed pleadingly up at Bert's smiling face,
"Please, Bert," she begged huskily,
"Take me now. I ... I ... need a climax and I want you to screw me as hard as you can. Please, Bert,
I ... I'm desperate."
"I can see that," he said casually,
"And I know just how to give you what you
want. But I want something from you first."
Ellie didn't understand ... until Bert moved closer
and it dawned on her that she had been positioned
inside the wall in such a way that her face was
just about level with his crotch ...
And when he unzipped his jeans and freed his large,
semi-erect maleness, she gulped in dismay, knowing
what he wanted from her.
"Uh, I don't really like doing th-that,"
she told him nervously, "So if you wouldn't
Her request ended in a breathy gasp as Bert reached
down and captured her nipples, squeezing them
both hard enough to send a jolt of pain shooting
through her breasts.
"Ah, but I do mind, boss," he told her
flatly, "This is what I want and you're going
to give it to me, because that's the only way
you'll get what you want. So I suggest you get
busy using that mouth for something other than
bending my ear."
Ellie hesitated, struggling to think of a way
to persuade him not to make her do it, but as
he squeezed her nipples a second time, she yelped
and reluctantly let her lips part.
Immediately, Bert shuffled forward and as his
thick shaft pushed into her mouth, her lips stretched
into a wide "O" to encompass his rapidly
With her head almost completely encased in concrete,
she couldn't pull back and as he inched towards
her until the full length of his erection was
buried in her mouth, Ellie spluttered in panic
and her nostrils flared to suck in air.
"Too much for you, eh, babe," Bert chuckled
cruelly, withdrawing just enough to avoid choking
her, "That's OK. You'll have plenty of chances
to practise from now on and by the time me and
the guys dig you out of that wall, you'll be a
real expert and able to take any of us all the
Her muffled squeal brought another chuckle from
him and as he began a slow, rhythmic pumping of
his hips, she was forced to coordinate her breathing
to the timing of his thrusts in order not to suffocate.
To her alarm, his shaft quickly grew even larger
and harder, bulging her cheeks and as his thrusts
speeded up, Ellie whimpered and panted, knowing
that he was nearing his climax.
Bert stiffened and gave a deep groan of pleasure
and as his erection pulsed hugely, a flood of
his hot seed sprayed into her mouth and down her
throat, giving Ellie no option but to swallow
and gulp down every last drop.
It was a dreadfully humiliating experience for
Ellie, but there was absolutely nothing she could
do and as she imagined being used in the same
way by any member of the work-crew who fancied
a change from plundering her sex or anus, she
couldn't control the wild churning of her belly
or the betraying throbbing of her stone-hard nipples
as her body responded with raw sexual excitement
to her thoughts.
"I thought you said you didn't like oral
sex," Bert said cheerfully as he pulled his
limp shaft from her mouth and grinned down into
her sweat-damp face, "I think you were trying
to con me, babe. You enjoyed that as much as I
"No ... No, I didn't," Ellie protested feebly,
her cheeks reddening, "Really, I didn't,
"Well, you could have fooled me," he
retorted, "Still, it doesn't matter now,
does it? I expect you'll get to like it eventually,"
he paused, then added slyly, "I reckon you'd
better try, anyway, because a lot of guys love
it and they might just decide to ... encourage you
if you don't get real good, real fast."
"Wh-What do you mean?" Ellie asked anxiously,
"What do you think they'd do to me?"
Bert shrugged, "Some guys enjoy reddening
a woman's ass ... and yours, sticking out of that
wall, is a pretty tempting target."
Ellie's jaw dropped as the implications of his words sank into her brain,
she gasped, "I w-won't let you."
"Oh, I wouldn't do it, babe," he replied, his wide grin belying the denial,
you were being a real pain. I'm just saying that
some guys might."
"Now, just you wait a second, Bert,"
Ellie tried to inject authority into her voice,
"I'm telling you I absolutely forbid you
or anyone else to even consider doing something
like that to me. It's out of the question and
I will not permit it under any circumstances.
Bert nodded, still grinning, "If you say
so, boss," he agreed, "But it seems
to me that you're not in much of a position to
give orders at the moment, are you? In fact, if
I was to take one of those lengths of flex and
use it to whip your ass, there wouldn't be a whole
lot you could do to stop me. Would there?"
Ellie followed the direction of his eyes and as
she saw the reels of plastic-coated electrical
cable hanging from a joist, her own eyes bulged
All over the building there were hundreds of cables,
miles of it, in dozens of different weights and
thicknesses and as she realised that he was right
and that all he had to do was walk a couple of
paces to find an improvised whip, a chill of fear
rippled through her body.
And as Bert saw the gleam of fright in her eyes, he chuckled in amusement,
"Yeah, I thought
that would get to you," he said calmly, "But
you can relax. I'm not going to whip you. Not
tonight, after you've been so ... cooperative. Mind
you, that's not to say I might not change my mind
tomorrow. Or next week. Or next month. So it's
up to you. If you're a good girl and keep everyone
happy, then your ass might never have to suffer.
But if you don't ... .well, that'll be your problem,
Ellie knew he wasn't joking and that it would
be the height of folly to try to argue or make
demands she couldn't possibly enforce.
By suggesting to him that she should be left concreted
into the wall, she had given up all control over
what happened to her and unwise or not, she was
going to have to live with the consequences of
She took a deep breath, "Yes, Bert,"
she said humbly, "I do understand and I'll
really try to keep you all happy."
"Mmm. I reckon you will, babe," he agreed,
then checked his watch, "It's getting late.
Time I was off home, so I'll say goodnight and
see you in the morning. Sweet dreams, babe."
"Uh, Bert?" she asked quietly, "You
are going to let me have that climax, aren't you?
I have been very good."
He gazed down at her for a few seconds, then chuckled,
"You are one randy little slut, babe. I guess
this afternoon wasn't enough for you. Yeah, OK,
a deal's a deal, but you've just about finished
me off, so I'll rig up that idea I told you about
on my way out. If it works the way I think it
will, it should be enough even for you."
Ellie licked her lips nervously, tasting the salt
of his juices, "This idea, Bert?" she
said, "What is it? I ... I thought you'd...well ... just
take me and make me come."
"You'll just have to wait and see, won't
you," Bert replied, his cheerfully-evasive
answer doing nothing to calm Ellie's worries,
"But I'll tell you one thing, babe. You are
definitely going to come ..."
Her eyes grew round at his words, her brain racing
with a hundred questions ... .but as he waved a hand
and said, "See you later," she realised
that she wasn't going to get any answers until
she found out what his "idea" was ... .the
hard way ...
She was obviously going to have to put up with
it, whatever it was and as she surrendered to
the inevitable and accepted his power to do anything
he chose to her, her belly burned and seethed
Resigned to her fate, she called out his name and when he turned, said,
"Haven't you forgotten
He frowned and she gave a wan smile, "The
gag, Bert. You don't want me screaming the place
down when I c-come, do you?"
He retraced his steps and as the massive ball
of putty was pushed and kneaded and wadded back
into her mouth until her cheeks bulged and her
tongue was pinned, Ellie quivered in fierce need,
her last freedom taken from her.
With numerous strips of adhesive tape holding
the gag in place, she could hardly make a sound,
her loudest efforts producing only a low whine
that could certainly not be heard from more than
ten feet away and as Bert nodded in satisfaction
and walked away without a word or a backward glance,
she was left to endure her solitary captivity
as best she might.
For several minutes, she could hear movement and
unrecognisable scraping and dragging sounds from
the far side of her wall, but there was no way
for her to work out what Bert was doing and she
could only wait in growing apprehension and helpless
arousal for his "idea" to be inflicted
Until, to her horrified shame, she felt cold,
hard metal slide into her gaping, slickly-lubricated
sex and penetrate deep into her belly ...
Squealing into her gag, she clenched her buttocks
in frantic efforts to expel the intruder, but
it was quite impossible and she froze in shocked
disbelief as a second, smaller metal rod forced
its way past the tight ring of her anal muscle
to join its companion in the depths of her body.
Like the first, it too could not be ejected no
matter how hard she tried and as she struggled
to come to terms with the ruthless double violation
of her most-intimate recesses, a dreadful possibility
crashed into her spinning brain.
Compressor-driven, air-powered concrete compactors
were used to vibrate newly-laid cement in order
to speed the setting process, the one-inch and
two-inch solid rods inserted into the material
and switched on to oscillate hundreds of times
per minute to drive out air bubbles and collapse
any voids and cavities.
If Bert had plugged her with those ... .and Ellie
was appalling sure that he had ... .they were industrial
strength units and vastly, frighteningly more
powerful than any toy vibrator sold in sex-shops.
And not reliant on batteries that would quickly
run down and lose power.
As if to confirm her nightmare suspicions, a diesel
engine coughed several times, then caught and
settled to a low rumble and as Ellie screamed
in wild despair, pressurised air was sent hissing
along the lines to the sixth floor ... .and the mindless,
tireless, merciless devices securely embedded
in her sex and bottom ...
Utterly defenceless and hopelessly vulnerable,
she was sent hurtling into a first gigantic orgasm
as the rods vibrated and rattled at high speed,
bumping against each other through the delicate
tissues separating them and sending irresistible,
near-unbearable pulses of sexual arousal jolting
through her pounding belly as she came in seconds
and foaming waves of her juices poured down over
Squealing in ecstatic rapture, Ellie could not
move to alleviate the enormous power of her climax
and as she was forced to endure the titanic convulsions
tearing through her belly, her eyes bulged in
anguished disbelief at the frightening intensity
of the sexual passions unleashed within her captive,
Even her multiple surrenders to the work-crew
could not compare to the inferno of pure physical
lust imposed on her by the twin rods vibrating
within her and as she submitted totally to the
overwhelming assault on her mind and body and
senses, she had no chance to consider that the
devastating pleasure she was experiencing was
not hers by choice ... although she had wanted to
come ... but because Bert had decided to permit her
And could just as easily have denied her the release
she longed for.
But Ellie didn't think of that.
Not then and not for the rest of her long, exhausting night, because unknown to her, Bert had filled the fuel tank of the diesel engine and it operated the rods continuously, driving Ellie into orgasm after orgasm, allowing her no rest and no relief from the incredible, unstoppable sexual havoc created in her body ....and the equally-powerful, but far less obvious conditioning of her mind to accept the helplessness and total submission that accompanied it ...
When Bert returned
to the floor at two in the morning to check on
her, Ellie had already endured nearly seven hours
of the most extreme sexual torment and subjugation,
but to his astonishment, the flexing and jiggling
of her projecting bottom showed quite clearly
that she was still being forced to respond helplessly
to the ruthless arousal of the devices he had
inserted into her body.
The large wet patch on the floor directly beneath
her proved just how often and how powerfully she
had submitted and as he saw a fresh trickle of
her juices ooze from her sex and splash into the
pool, he began to realise that her apparently-limitless
ability to climax presented him with an opportunity
he had never even considered.
The opportunity to extend her captivity and sexual
servitude far beyond the months that it would
take to complete the building ... .
Her extraordinary reaction to the events of the
afternoon and to finding herself built into the
wall, hinted at a deeply submissive side to her
nature ... .and her lack of protest at being made
to provide him with oral sex and her almost immediate
acceptance that she might be whipped for failing
to please anyone who wanted to use her, supplied
strong confirmation of his suspicions.
And if she had changed so much in the few hours
since he and the rest of the work-crew had decided
to show her that she couldn't get away with being
such a hard-nosed bitch, then by the time the
building was ready and she was finally dug out
of the wall, Bert reckoned that those changes
would have become irreversible.
Which would mean that if he made it his business
to ensure that she merely exchanged one form of
captivity for another, then he would acquire a
permanent, life-long sex-slave to serve and fulfil
his every desire ... ... ... ...
Hugely aroused by the prospect, his maleness demanded
satisfaction and as he tore down his jeans, pulled
the still-vibrating steel rod from her sex and
impaled her with one massive plunge of his rigid
shaft, a muffled scream of ecstatic anguish leaked
past the gag in Ellie's mouth as she greeted her
own violation with frenzied contractions of her
internal muscles that betrayed the intensity of
Bathed in the flood of hot juices that instantly
sprayed into her belly, Bert thrust with his full
strength, pounding into her sex again and again
as he took her with hard, fast lunges, exerting
his power over her and giving her no choice but
to accept his complete dominance as he raced towards
In return, Ellie's belly convulsed madly as the
combination of his shaft and the second vibrating
rod in her anus triggered a second and then a
third orgasm, each more devastating than the one
before, her screams rising to a high-pitched shriek
as enormous spasms tore through her trapped body
and her juices burst like a tidal-wave into her
At his peak, Bert's shaft juddered and pulsed
and as she felt the jets of his seed hose into
her, Ellie screamed again, her submission absolute
and undeniable as she came and came again to the
shattering pleasure of her enforced subjugation
to an assailant she could neither see, nor resist.
Just as she could not resist some minutes later,
when to her disbelieving horror and despair, the
larger rod was thrust back into her sex and she
was again left to her torment.
Never knowing that the action was a calculated
one, planned and carried out by Bert to reinforce
her sense of helplessness and loss of control
and intensify her submissive tendencies still
further, with the objective of undermining her
will and ability to resist and bringing her one
step nearer to what had suddenly and unexpectedly
become his ultimate goal.
That of transforming her from his boss, into his docile and obedient sex-slave ...
Bert's revelation that
Ellie had volunteered to remain concreted into
the wall to provide a convenient and freely available
outlet for the sexual entertainment of the entire
work-crew, was met with a mixture of amazement,
confusion and delight.
Some men didn't believe he was serious, some were
worried about the consequences if her plight became
public knowledge, while others wanted to assure
themselves that she really was willing and wouldn't
have them arrested the instant she was released.
The best way to answer their concerns was to have
Ellie repeat her offer face-to-face, so the whole
crew made their way up to the sixth floor and
gathered in a semi-circle in front of her.
Gagged and with her naked breasts exposed to thirty
pairs of eyes, Ellie blushed a bright red, acutely
aware that every one of the men had already taken
her at least once and to judge by the expressions
of naked lust on most of their faces, were more
than ready to have her again.
Knowing that she was the object of so many men's sexual fantasies was intensely exciting to Ellie and although she tried to pretend to herself that the scorching heat swirling through her belly was not the result of her own deeply-embarrassing desire for the erotic subjugation and total submission they had forced on her, she knew it was a lie.
Bound, gagged and at
their mercy, her orgasms had been immensely more
powerful than any she had ever experienced, sending
her spinning into a world she had never known
existed, where her body was no longer hers to
control and she was simply a living, breathing
sex-toy to be used whenever and however they chose.
And it had rewarded her beyond her wildest dreams
with the most incredible, overwhelming, utterly-satisfying
Pleasure that had awoken strange and unexpected
longings in her.
For instead of producing hatred, loathing and
thoughts of revenge for what had been done to
her, Ellie knew that the opposite was true and
that she wanted and needed more ...
Awakening to find herself built into the wall
had been a stunning shock, but even before Bert
had confronted her, she had climaxed to the deliciously
frightening eroticism of her situation and when
he had casually fondled her breasts and demonstrated
just how vulnerable and defenceless she was, she
had realised that she could have what she wanted ...
Only she hadn't anticipated that Bert would not
only accept her offer quite so enthusiastically,
but decide to leave her imprisoned and available
for any of the men to use until the building was
After that, it was too late for her to change
her mind ... or to stop him ravaging her mouth and
then subjecting her to an entire night of exquisite
torment by the relentless vibrators.
At least he had switched them off and removed
them before the rest of the men had arrived for
work, but only after telling her how much he had
enjoyed seeing her come with them inside her and
then taking her while one was still buried in
She had understood then that her ordeal would be repeated as often as he chose and as her belly had kicked strongly, she had gasped to the knowledge that she was already looking forward to it, rather than fearing it.
Faced by the whole
work-crew, Ellie gulped as Bert walked towards
her, then squatted and began to remove her gag.
For a horrible moment, she thought he was going
to make her pleasure him with her mouth again
in front of them all, but to her relief, he smiled
and said, "Hi, boss. How're you doing this
"I'm f-fine," she replied nervously,
"What's g-going on, Bert? Why is everyone
"Relax, babe. There's nothing to worry about.
It's just that a few of the guys didn't seem to
believe me when I told them how you'd offered
to stay in that wall. So I suggested they come
up and hear for themselves. So why don't you tell
them what you told me?"
Ellie's eyes flickered along the half-circle of
men in front of her and she licked her dry lips,
"Uh ... Well ... Yes ... Um ... Well, I did say that ... "
she began, then stopped in embarrassment.
"Go on, babe," Bert urged, "No
need to be shy. We're all friends here, aren't
we? After yesterday, real good friends, wouldn't
Ellie sucked in a deep breath and started again,
her flush deepening to a vivid scarlet, "O-OK,
Bert," she said slowly, "Well, yesterday
I was furious, you know. Mad as Hell over what
you guys d-did to me. But then Bert told me you
were all sorry and what a b-bitch I'd been for
the last few weeks. And I realised he was right,
so I just thought that m-maybe I could m-make
it up to you."
"That's right," Bert nodded enthusiastically,
"And you told me you really liked what we
did yesterday, too, didn't you? Tying you in the
cement mixer and screwing you?"
Ellie closed her eyes in shame, "Yes,"
she whispered, "It was just ... unbelievable ... and
I th-thought that if all you guys en-enjoyed it
as much as I did, th-then I'd stay here like th-this
for a while and let you h-have me as ... as often
as you w-wanted."
When she stopped speaking, there was a dead silence
for several seconds as the men tried to digest
Then pandemonium broke out, some men whooping
and cheering and stamping their boots, while others,
a minority, shouted and argued.
"What if she goes to the Police?"
"Why would she? She just said she wants this."
"We'll all be fired if Head Office finds
"How will they? None of us will tell them,
will we? And she sure can't."
"We can't keep her like that."
"The Hell we can't."
"I want her right now."
"You're crazy. We'll go to jail."
"No we won't. We all heard her say she likes
what we did to her."
Ellie gasped and shuddered as the dispute raged,
her brain racing and her belly seething with blistering
heat to the knowledge that she had revealed her
innermost desires to the crew and that if the
majority who wanted to accept her offer won the
day, then what she had already endured would be
only the beginning ...
Gradually, Bert managed to quell the tumult, then turned back to Ellie, "OK, babe," he said, "Looks like we've still got some doubters. So let's get this straight, once and for all. Are you willing to be left in that wall just as you are, for any of us to screw you and do anything we like to you? Yes or no?"
Ellie knew it was her chance ... her last chance for
a long time ... to get out of the situation and return
But after experiencing the incredible power and
depth of the earth-shattering climaxes she had
been forced to endure as their helpless captive,
she didn't want to go back to the boredom and
frustrations of her everyday routine.
At least, not right away.
She opened her mouth and felt a spray of juices
burst from her sex as she gave her answer, "Y ... Yes,
"Right," Bert replied, "That's
clear enough and we all heard you. Just one more
thing. No Police, right?"
"No Police," Ellie agreed, fighting
to keep her voice from shaking, "This is
what I w-want and it's my ch-choice and my responsibility."
"Good," Bert said flatly, "Then
it's settled. You stay where you are," and
with a swift movement, crammed the ball of putty
back into her mouth and re-applied the sticky
Ignoring her muffled protest, he stood up and
faced the rest of the work-crew, "Now listen
up," he ordered, "You all heard her
say that we're only giving her what she wants
and that it's not against her will, so I don't
want any more arguments. We're all in this together.
She stays in the wall until construction's finished
and then we dig her out. That should take about
three months and until then, I'm taking over as
site boss. Anybody want to object?"
Nobody moved or opened their mouth and Bert nodded
firmly, "OK, then. This is what I've worked
out," and he listed his rotas of who would
take turns to give Ellie food and water and clean
her up and dispose of her natural wastes.
Then he singled out the painters, "I want
you to give her face and ass a coat of whitewash,"
he chuckled, "That way she'll blend in and
be pretty much invisible if some nosey parker
with a pair of binoculars wonders why this floor
gets so many visits. And you guys," he pointed
to the welding team, "That putty in her mouth
tastes real bad, so see if you can come up with
something better. Stainless steel, maybe, but
you're the experts. I'll leave it to you,"
he paused and grinned, "Oh, by the way, it'd
be best if you made something that keeps her quiet,
but holds her mouth open real wide. She told me
last night that she just loves giving oral and
we might as well make use of everything she's
got to offer, if you get my drift."
The laughter that followed made it perfectly clear
that everybody did and as Ellie realised that
she was going to be spared no humiliation, her
eyes widened in alarm at his deliberate lie.
She had told him the exact opposite, but was incapable
of saying so and knew that even if she ever got
the chance to deny his assertion, it was highly
unlikely that she would be believed.
And even less likely that anyone intent on making
her satisfy them in that way, would worry about
whether she liked it or not.
Bert held up his hand and as the laughter died,
he smiled, "OK. That's it, guys. Back to
work. We've got a building to finish. You all
know when you're due for a break up here and she'll
be waiting, so let's get to it and make sure the
boss-lady gets a big, fat bonus from the Company
as well as from all of us. Because she's sure
as Hell going to earn it."
With much good-natured banter, the crowd of men
dispersed to start work and when only Bert was
left, he bent down and gazed into Ellie's wide
eyes, then glanced at his watch, "Well, that's
it, babe," he told her, "You're in that
wall for the duration. I sure hope you're happy
with what you've let yourself in for and haven't
changed your mind, because you've got about ten
minutes before the first of the guys gets back
up here. So have a nice day and I'll be back around
five thirty to see how you got on and fix you
up for the night again. And every night from now
He strode away and Ellie stared imploringly after
him until he disappeared behind the wall, her
mind filled with memories of the long, dark hours
she had spent with only the tireless vibrators
to keep her company.
Forcing her to come again and again, until her
feeble resistance had been utterly crushed and
swamped by the overwhelming sexual submissions
she had been powerless to control or hold back.
And as she understood that Bert really meant to
use the vibrators on her every night, a sudden
chill of icy doubt and fear swept through her
To be used and taken as a helpless sex-object
by day was something she could accept and even
relish as her deepest, darkest fantasy ... but now
she had a strong and growing suspicion that Bert
had much, much more in mind for her.
He had taken her, forced her to perform oral sex
on him, tormented her with the vibrators and made
her humiliate herself in front of the men.
All actions that emphasised his dominance and
her submission to his will.
As if he ... owned her in some way and could command
Controlling her as a Master might control ... a slave ... ?
One who had been conditioned to submit and serve
by days and weeks ... or even months ... of absolute helplessness
and subjugation ... ?
Ellie whimpered into her gag and strained vainly
against the concrete pinning her limbs and body
as her mind fought to comprehend the awesome possibility
that Bert might never give her back her freedom
and that he might intend to keep her as his own
But desperately as she struggled, the concrete
was inescapable and as her brain quailed at the
thought of spending the rest of her life as his
captive sex-toy, an iron-hard erection bludgeoned
its way into her churning belly.
The first of her many users had arrived and as she was sent hurtling into a giant climax that would be followed by many, many more that day and every day, Ellie screamed in ecstasy and horrified anguish as she began a long, arduous journey along a path that she feared would inexorably lead to her total and permanent enslavement by Bert ...
For weeks, Ellie had
been the hapless recipient of daily arousal and
sexual usage by her own construction crew, her
sex and anus the targets of many of them, while
others preferred to ravage the inviting "O"
of her soft mouth, stretched wide by a large ring
of stainless steel manufactured by the welding
team and held in place by a buckled leather strap.
As Bert had predicted, she had been given no choice
but to perfect her oral skills and taught to use
her lips and tongue to provide exquisite pleasure
to anyone who demanded her services.
And also, as he had warned, she had learned that
trying to refuse those demands was a waste of
Even before her gag was fitted, the very first
time she attempted to explain that Bert had lied
about her liking to give oral sex, the man, a
plasterer who had always treated her with the
respect due to her status as site manager, listened
politely to her ... then walked around to the far
side of the wall and proceeded to spank her unprotected
buttocks to a fiery red with several dozen blows
from his work-hardened palm.
As stinging heat erupted through her flesh, she
squealed shrilly and made the foolish mistake
of ordering him to stop, relying on her former
authority as his boss.
Only to hear him laugh and redouble his efforts,
turning her bottom into a smarting sea of burning
fire as he reminded her that she had agreed to
allow him and all of his mates in the work-crew
to do anything they wanted to her and that unless
she wanted him to carry on spanking her, she'd
better say sorry for trying to order him around
and ask him to let her pleasure him.
And she'd better do it nicely, or else ... .
Whimpering in pain from her chastised bottom,
Ellie gave in immediately, gasping out a humiliating
apology and begging him to use her mouth however
he wanted, her desperation to save herself from
further punishment easily overcoming her shame.
So he did and when she had sucked and licked him
to climax and gulped down every drop of his copious
spend, he patted her cheek and told her how much
he had enjoyed her efforts.
He was really looking forward to his next turn
with her, he said and he would be sure to tell
all his friends how good she was.
And what a tight, firm, spankable ass she had ...
Unfortunately for Ellie, he was a man of his word
and it was soon common knowledge around the site
that a good, hard spanking guaranteed that she
would try her absolute best to please and satisfy
From then on, her bottom received a great deal
of attention and was rarely free of the pink,
tingling evidence of its encounters with the many
hands that "encouraged" her to please
their owners ... .and occasionally, thankfully not
too often, even bore the thin, red stripes left
by electrical flex when she had not been fully
Unsurprisingly, Ellie worked extremely hard to
avoid giving cause for the latter and as her skill
and experience increased rapidly, the need for
a genuine punishment decreased until it was only
on rare occasions that she felt the searing bite
of flex on her skin.
Usually through no fault of hers, but simply because
the man liked to see the lines adorning her rounded
ass ... and Bert kept a close eye on her and was
quick to act if anyone seemed to be going too
far, so she knew there was no real danger of serious
pain or injury.
Relieved of that worry, she was able to accept
the spankings as part of the price of her offer
to remain cemented into the wall and even find
a surprising amount of pleasure and sexual arousal
in the feel of men's hands cracking across her
Knowing that it was the prelude to being used
in one or other of her freely available orifices
and that she was quite unable to resist, became
a thrilling turn-on for her and it didn't take
long before she found herself responding helplessly
and uncontrollably to both pain and pleasure.
She tried to resist the insidious mixture, realising
that if she allowed herself to accept the combination,
it would remove the last fragile barrier she still
possessed and leave her completely defenceless
against the seductive allure of total and willing
And if that happened, she had never quite been
able to blot out of her mind the awful suspicion
that Bert was taking advantage of the situation
she had brought on herself to push her in a direction
she had never anticipated.
Towards a lifetime of slavery ...
She couldn't be certain that that was what he
had in mind for her, but his insistence on connecting
her to the vibrating concrete compactors every
night and weekend and then concealing what he
had done from the other men by removing them after
several hours to permit her to sleep and recover
her strength for the next day, certainly suggested
that he had a hidden motive for extending the
limits of her subjugation beyond even the extremes
of her "normal" daily servitude.
If she was right, she had to resist for as long
as she possibly could and hope for some miracle
to save her ... .because his plan, if it was his plan ... was
working only too well and she knew it was only
a matter of time before she would be forced to
succumb as her mind and the last remnants of her
will-power gave up the unequal struggle.
She fought with everything she had, but after
weeks of a hopeless battle against insuperable
odds, she reached the point of no return.
At one o'clock in the morning of her seventh Thursday
encased in the wall as the gagged, immobilised
sex-toy of Bert and the work-crew, she convulsed
hugely as the rods in her sex and anus triggered
yet another powerful climax.
And as she squealed in surrender and towering
waves of her juices crashed into her belly, the
few remaining fragments of her shattered defences
crumbled to dust and were swept aside and consigned
to oblivion as Ellie became a slave.
Outwardly, nothing changed, but in her mind, at
that moment her former life vanished forever as
from the deepest core of her pulsing belly, a
white-hot pillar of scalding, bubbling juices
surged unstoppably upwards to explode like a bomb
and drown her in a whirling, spinning maelstrom
that overtook and eclipsed her previous climaxes
like a child's toy boat caught in a tidal wave.
An orgasm so immense and all-consuming that Ellie
could not even scream as liquid fire turned her
belly to a cauldron of incandescent heat.
One so intense that she knew instantly that it
was her ultimate submission.
The submission of a true slave ...
There could be no doubt, no argument, no going
back, for the sheer, delirious ecstasy of her
release could never be achieved, or even imagined,
by anyone who had not been forced far beyond any
limits and there confronted the reality of her
true nature and accepted herself as the full and
willing slave of her own deepest desires and needs.
And as Ellie managed to scream a joyful, heartfelt
welcome to the storm of sexual rapture that engulfed
her, her eyes widened in stunned disbelief that
such pleasure, such overwhelming, utterly devastating
passion, such pure physical bliss and perfect,
total satisfaction, could and would be hers ... forever ...
For she was a slave ...
Although he had not
been present at the time, Bert sensed almost immediately
that something momentous had happened.
For instead of the wild-eyed appeals and gag-muffled
pleas for mercy that usually accompanied his arrival
to end Ellie's nights of enforced subjugation,
she met his amused gaze with a look of humble
acceptance and then lowered her eyes in an unmistakable
signal of complete submission.
He stared down at her and as the significance
of what he was seeing became clear to him, he
realised that his ambitious plan to transform
her into his permanent slave, was actually working.
Or rather, had already worked, for her reaction
indicated that she had finally given up and was
no longer able, or hopefully, even willing to
She had lost a battle that she had probably never
realised that she was even fighting and he fully
intended that her defeat was going to cost her
her freedom for far longer than the months she
had initially volunteered to give up.
He though it highly unlikely that she could know
that what she had already endured was only the
start of his plans for her and that the completion
and handover of the building, far from bringing
an end to her captivity and sexual servitude,
would mark the beginning of her new life of full-time
enslavement ... but even if she did suspect, it wouldn't
change the outcome.
Not now ...
"Look at me, slave,"
he commanded flatly and she obeyed instantly,
her eyes wide with arousal and fear and shocked
understanding as, for the very first time, Ellie
heard herself addressed as the slave she knew
she had become.
Keeping his face impassive to mask the elation
he felt at her obedience, Bert reached down and
unbuckled her gag, easing the steel ring from
behind her teeth to restore the power of speech
Ellie worked the stiffness from her jaws, but
to Bert's concealed pleasure, she remained silent,
making no attempt to protest or dispute his use
of the term "slave"
With his confidence boosted by her silence, he
decided to press his advantage harder, "From
now on, slave, you will not speak unless I have
given you permission, or asked you a direct question,"
he ordered, "Is that clear, slave?"
She swallowed nervously, "Yes," she replied softly, then sucked in a quavering breath and added, "I understand ... Master."
Such a simple, innocuous
word, but one with enormous, far-reaching implications.
For by calling him Master, both he and she understood
that she had delivered herself into his power
and was committed to serve him for as long as
it pleased him to keep her as his slave.
Bert's lips curved into a great grin as he savoured
his triumph, feeling his maleness stiffen to aching
hardness at the thought of the years of endless
pleasure he would enjoy as her Master and as he
held her anxious eyes with his own, said, "Yes,
slave, I am your Master and you will be my slave
for the rest of your life."
Her eyes filled with alarm and her lips parted as if she was about to argue, but as he frowned, she gave a low moan and forced herself to remain silent.
"Very wise, slave," he chuckled, "I
would have punished you if you had disobeyed.
Just as I will undoubtedly have to punish you
often after you've been dug out of that wall and
I take you to my place to begin your service as
my private sex-slave."
It was what Ellie had suspected and feared, but
as his words removed all traces of doubt about
what her fate was to be, her belly convulsed in
coruscating spasms of blazing heat.
Helpless to control the frenzied pounding of her
belly, she screamed, "Yes, Master. Yes, yes,
I'm your slave and I'm co.o.o.ming, Master."
And as her Master watched, Ellie climaxed with
stunning power, her eyes almost bulging from their
sockets as wave after wave of boiling juices exploded
through her body and she was forced to exhibit
the full, awesome extent of her submission.
Deep in the throes of her first orgasm as a full
slave, she was only dimly aware of him buckling
the ring-gag back into her mouth and it was only
when he raced around behind her and plunged his
rigidly erect shaft into the pit of her seething
belly, that she began to learn what it meant to
be the slave of a truly dominant Master.
For despite her frantic, wordless pleas that she
could take no more, that it was too much to bear,
that she must be allowed a respite, or go mad ... ..he
took her with absolute authority, plundering her
belly with long hard thrusts as she squealed in
anguished disbelief and the savage heat of her
first climax as a submitted slave was equalled,
then far exceeded by the relentless upward spiral
of a sexual passion and subjugation that she could
not begin to control ... or believed she could endure ...
But endure she must and as that stark, unavoidable
truth was burned in to her brain, her second climax
erupted like a volcano to spew molten rivers of
her juices into her shuddering belly and over
her Master's iron shaft.
Taken as a slave, Ellie surrendered without reservation,
incapable of holding back or retaining even the
tiniest sliver of control over her own body and
its maddened responses and as her brain quailed
before the stupefying intensity of her enforced
submissions, she whimpered in appalled despair.
Realising that there were no limits for a slave
except those her Master chose to set ... and that
having seen and experienced the incredible depth
and power of her uncontrollable passion, he would
never be satisfied with anything less.
And as a vision of a future of ruthlessly-imposed subjugation and extreme sexual servitude flashed into her mind, she was instantly propelled into a third gigantic orgasm as a torrent of heated spend jetted into her belly to set the seal on her unconditional submission to her Master's inescapable erotic dominance.
A vision that he intended would soon become her reality ...
Work on the site had
progressed faster than anyone had expected and
the building was scheduled to be handed over to
the new occupants in less than a month.
Much of the improvement was due to Ellie's continued
presence in the wall and her availability for
use by any member of the work-crew who felt the
need to relieve his sexual tensions by taking
advantage of her mouth, sex or anus.
Because of this, the usual niggles and disputes
that bedeviled most construction sites and resulted
in delays and frustration had been virtually eliminated
and the whole building was abuzz with cheerful
activity and the smiling faces of men who could
hardly wait to get to work.
Absences for sickness had dropped to zero, productivity
had risen to unprecedented heights and Head Office
So much so, that Bert was highly amused to intercept a letter, addressed to
Ellie, in which the Company
Directors expressed their pleasure and satisfaction
at her performance and handling of the project,
informed her that she was on target for a large
bonus and the crew for a smaller one and offered
her a new position as manager of a larger construction
site several hundred miles away.
He wrote back on her behalf at once, thanking
them for their kind words and generosity, but
stating that, regretfully, she was unable to accept
the offered post owing to a sudden change in her
The change being her submission to slavery and
acceptance of his Mastery over her ... but he assumed
she would prefer not to have that explained in
With her future settled and a plausible explanation in place to account for her disappearance, he was able to relax and concentrate on the details of what was required to ensure her on-going captivity and service.
Ellie, of course, was
unaware of the exchange of letters, but even if
she had known, it would have made no appreciable
difference to her situation.
Following her submission to Bert, she had imagined
that things would change and that he would move
her to his home, as he had informed her he would.
But it had not happened and she had been left
exactly as before, exposed and hopelessly vulnerable
to any demands the work-crew cared to make of
Embarrassingly, her concerns that the sheer ferocity
of the responses and climaxes extracted from her
on the first occasion that she had surrendered
as a full slave to her Master, had unleashed passions
within her that she would be never again be capable
of resisting or controlling, had proven to be
only too well-founded.
For despite her fragile determination not to reveal
the shameful heat that had become a constant,
simmering presence in her belly as a direct result
of her final, almost-willing acceptance of her
enslavement, the first touch of a strong male
hand on any part of her naked flesh, or even the
stinging impact of a calloused palm against her
buttocks, was more than enough to ignite a blazing
fire of arousal that easily overcame her efforts
to conceal the immediate need that sent her racing
There was nothing she could do to prevent it and when the work-crew discovered her greatly-increased sensitivity to even the lightest caress of her breasts and sex, they took full advantage ...
It was one of the painters
who stumbled across her secret when he noticed
that the coating of whitewash he had applied to
make her blend into the wall and become virtually
invisible, had become worn enough to allow her
natural flesh colour to show through in places.
Fetching a brush and a pot of paint, he squatted
in front of her and casually began to re-coat
her breasts, but the moment the bristles slid
over her nipples, Ellie gave a startled squeak
and the crinkled buds stiffened and engorged to
The painter glanced up and chuckled, "Oh,
you like that, do you?" and slapped more
whitewash onto her breasts, making sure that each
of her nipples received a generous portion which
he then proceeded to brush out, first from side
to side and then from top to bottom in the approved
professional manner of his trade.
At each stroke, Ellie's breasts grew fuller and
tauter, almost as if they were being inflated
by the pressure of her sexual arousal, until they
bulged like twin balloons, each tipped by a stone-hard
and achingly-sensitive nipple.
Sitting back on his heels, the painter inspected
his work, then nodded and began to paint her face,
replying to her gag-distorted pleas with a brusque,
"Yes, yes, I know you'd like me to suck on
them, but you'll have to wait until I've finished
and that paint dries. Unlike you, some of us still
have a job to do, you know."
The breathtaking arrogance of his words stunned
Ellie, but as she realised that he was only being
practical rather than intentionally cruel, her
excitement rose higher at the thought of being
so helpless and available for his pleasure that
he was relaxed enough to complete his task before
feasting on her breasts.
Suppressing the urge to scream in frustration,
she closed her eyes as he gave her face a coat
of glistening whitewash then moved around behind
the wall and began to refresh the paint on her
But only until his brush delved into the deep
cleft between her buttocks, tickling and tormenting
the tight ring of her anus before slipping lower
to the swollen petals of her labia and clitoris ...
The gentle, feather-light caresses of the soft
bristles against her most intimate and sensitive
flesh was extraordinarily pleasurable and so different
from the normal, ruthless plundering that she
had grown accustomed to, that Ellie was taken
completely by surprise.
And before she could regain her composure, a shower
of juices sprayed from her sex as she climaxed
in a series of long, smooth contractions of her
It was the first time that she had ever come simply
by external stimulation and she was amazed that
the delicious sensations had been created by nothing
more than the touch of a simple paint-brush.
Amazed ... .and worried.
Because if she could be made to submit so quickly
and easily, by accident more than design, then
she was even more vulnerable, even more defenceless ... even
more of a slave ... than she had feared.
And her already-miniscule chance of holding out
against any of the men ... and her Master, in particular ... had
just been reduced to zero ...
A fact driven home beyond any question when she climaxed a second time to a heady mixture of pleasure and bitter-sweet pain as the lips and tongue of the painter lapped and sucked at her swollen breasts and his teeth nibbled her rigid nipples until he was ready to use her mouth ...
The painter might have
been the first to find Ellie's weakness, but he
was by no means the last and as the crew invented
new ways to exploit their knowledge, she was horrified
and wildly aroused by the uses which they came
up with for the everyday items that were available
on the building site.
Electrical flex as a whip she already knew about,
as she did the vibrating concrete compactors ... .but
not five of them, attached to her nipples as well
as filling her sex, anus and mouth.
Cable-ties cinched around the bases of her breasts
squeezed them into perfectly-round, engorged globes
of flesh and forced her rock-hard nipples to project
lewdly, a perfect target for adjustable plastic
clamps to be attached and tightened.
She had always rather enjoyed being spanked, but
with coarse sandpaper glued to the palms of heavy
industrial gloves, it became a trial she would
much rather not have experienced.
And the same applied to one never-to be-forgotten
occasion when a particularly ingenious electrician
came up with the idea of attaching a dozen lengths
of thin builders' twine to a variable-speed power
drill and setting it on a stand behind her so
that as the twine spun around, it flicked across
her clitoris and labia and drove her into six
consecutive, muscle-wrenching orgasms in less
than twenty minutes.
Even a simple cloth blindfold worked far better than she would have expected, intensifying her feelings of total submission by removing her ability to anticipate what was going to happen, or know who was using her.
It was torture, but of a kind that to Ellie's dismay, she learned that she was highly susceptible, for despite the pain and discomfort she was forced to endure, her responses were immediate and overwhelming, her body out of her control as every nerve-ending in her breasts and bottom became ever more sensitised to the ferocious arousal that jolted through her belly and drove her into huge multiple orgasms that only encouraged her tormentors to devise yet more ways of reinforcing her total subjugation.
Hour by hour and day
by day, Ellie slipped deeper into slavery, her
previous life of freedom and independence fading
from her mind and becoming little more than a
half-remembered dream that might once, perhaps,
have been of relevance to her, but was now unimportant.
Her priorities narrowed to the twin imperatives of perfecting her service and avoiding the punishments that would follow any failings on her part and as she focused her entire attention and effort on achieving those goals, acceptance of her new situation and an eager desire to submit still more completely, became as natural to her as the beating of her own heart.
As ever, Bert was careful
to monitor what happened to Ellie and ensure her
It was in his best interests to do so, for he
wanted her healthy and in prime condition to supply
any sexual services he required when he moved
her to his home.
His consideration, however, did not extend as
far as saving her from the consequences of her
submission to the passions contained within her
own body and having contented himself that she
would come to no real harm, he was quite happy
to allow the other men to play out their desires
and fantasies with her and simply stand back to
watch the results.
It was a technique that repaid him very well,
for in the final weeks of construction before
the handover, it became clear to him that Ellie
had become even deeply submissive than he had
And her intense responses and the power of her
climaxes, especially when she was punished, confirmed
that she also possessed a masochistic side to
her character that enabled her to find sexual
pleasure in a moderate degree of pain.
Both of which were valuable and important traits for a slave ... .as well as extremely convenient for a Master ... and Bert intended to utilise them to the full ...
The only stumbling-block
to his plan was the tricky one of how to get Ellie
out of the wall and transfer her to his home without
raising the suspicions of his work-mates or having
them find out that he was going to keep her for
Like him, they had all taken part in capturing
her and after her voluntary offer to remain as
a sex-toy in the wall, had frequently enjoyed
her body and mouth.
So none were likely to go the Police or the Company,
but he suspected that one or two might think he
was taking things too far and demand that she
be set free, while others would probably object
on the grounds that if she wasn't going to be
freed, then they would want to continue to use
her for their sexual pleasure.
He could see their point, but Ellie had submitted
to him, not them and she called only him Master,
so he didn't see why he should share his slave
After all, he was the one who had devised the
plan to enslave her and was prepared to take the
risk of keeping her.
But how was he to do it?
In the end, after much
concentrated thought, he realised that he already
had the answer.
In the form of the letter from the Company, offering
her a new job.
Careful to make it sound like casual conversation,
he gradually let the contents of the letter be
known, agreeing with the men that it was a shame
they would be losing her special talents and services,
but softening the blow with the news of the bonus
they would all be getting.
Everyone took it well, realising and accepting
that all good things must come to an end eventually
and clearly pleased that Ellie's "contribution"
to the success of the project had been recognised.
Several asked when she was going to be dug out
and what he thought she might do when she was
finally released and that was when Bert laid the
groundwork for the last stage of his plan.
As foreman and temporary site manager in her absence,
he told them, he felt that it was his duty and
responsibility to make absolutely sure that she
was OK and unharmed from her lengthy spell of
immobility and arduous servitude.
He owned a large, comfortable house not too far
away, so he thought it might be best if she stayed
in one of his spare rooms for a few days, just
to check and give her time to recover if she needed
What did they think of that as an idea?
They thought it was a sensible suggestion and
agreed, probably quite relieved to be able to
just walk away and let him deal with any problems
that might arise after she was released.
With any possible objections deflected and nobody
suspecting the real reason for his offer, Bert
was nearly free and clear, with just one vital
loose end to tidy up.
Ellie herself ...
That same night, when
the rods vibrating in her sex and anus suddenly
stopped after a relatively short time, Ellie frowned
in annoyance and disappointment, frustrated to
be deprived of some of what she had come to see
as her own personal playtime.
That she thought of it in such a way, was the
clearest possible evidence of her total and willing
acceptance of her situation and it no longer even
occurred to her to anguish over what she had become.
Ever since Bert had told her that she was to become
his permanent slave, she had never doubted that
he would do exactly that and when he walked from
behind the wall to stand in front of her, she
felt the familiar heat of submissive desire and
arousal surge through her belly at the sight of
He removed her gag, but did not give her permission
to speak and after ten seconds of silence, he
"I have something to tell you, slave,"
he began, "And when I have finished, you
will have a decision to make. Depending on your
answer, it may be the last decision you will ever
make. As a free woman anyway."
Ellie gazed up at him, her eyes widening.
"This building will be handed over to the
owners a week next Friday," he continued
evenly, "Ten days from today. Which means
that it is nearly time to dig you out. But before
I arrange that, I'm going to give you a final
choice. You can either go back to work and pretend
that the last few months was just a sexy fantasy
that you dreamed up ... .or you can do what I know
you really want to do and become my slave. It's
up to you and you have permission to speak now."
"Thank you, Master," Ellie said humbly,
then hesitated, "What ... What happens if I say
I want to be fr-freed, Master?"
"Then we free you. Like I said, it's up to
you. None of us forced you to stay in that wall.
You chose to be there and offered to let us do
everything we've done to you. We're just ordinary
guys, not kidnappers, so if you want out, you
"Yes, I understand, Master. Thank you,"
she replied softy, then swallowed nervously, "And
what if I s-say that I don't w-want to be freed?"
A slow smile curved Bert's lips, "Ah, well
that would be different. If you were to tell me
that, then I'd know that you really were as submissive
as I think you are and I'd make it my business
to train you up to be the outstanding slave that
I know you can be."
"Do you really th-think I could be, Master?"
she asked, blushing pinkly, "An-an outstanding
slave, I mean?"
He nodded firmly, "I do. All it will take
is proper training and strict discipline."
"Dis-Discipline, Master? You mean ... whi-whippings
and ... and ch-chains and stuff?"
"Whatever it takes," he said sternly
and Ellie shivered, her eyes gleaming with excitement
and fear at his flat pronouncement.
"I'd be a real slave," she whispered,
as if to herself, "I'd never be free again.
Not ever," and Bert saw her breasts quiver
to the strength of her arousal at the prospect.
He waited, saying nothing, letting her own emotions
and submissive nature lead her towards the decision
he wanted from her.
Thirty seconds dragged slowly past and then she
took a deep, ragged breath and raised her eyes
to his, "I am r-ready, Master," she
"Good. Then make your choice," he responded
and she shivered again.
"Yes, Master. I ch-choose to be your sl-slave."
"Then you are," he told her calmly,
"As of this moment, you belong to me and
will obey my orders perfectly and without question
or hesitation. If I consider it necessary, you
will be disciplined as I see fit. Open your mouth."
She held his steady gaze for two more seconds,
then let her lips part and as he fitted the steel
ring behind her lips and buckled the strap tightly,
gave a muffled squeal and climaxed before the
Master she had chosen to serve as a full slave.
His eyes glittered as she displayed her need and
submission to him, then he moved to the lengths
of flex that dangled from a joist a few feet away,
selected one and swung it experimentally.
Ellie gasped and gazed pleadingly at him as he
nodded in satisfaction and said, "Without
hesitation means immediately, slave. Not when
you feel like it. So I'm going to give you a little
taste of what discipline means for a slave."
She had been whipped before, by quite a few of
the men in the crew, but never by him and, somehow,
the fact that she was about to disciplined by
her Master for a tiny, surely understandable infraction
of his rules, added a fierce upward twist to the
scalding heat of her orgasm.
She hadn't meant to disobey him, or even test
It was just that when she had heard her own voice
say that she chose slavery and his confirmation
that she belonged to him and was subject to his
orders and his discipline, her belly had kicked
with such power that she had been momentarily
paralysed and physically incapable of complying
with his command to open her mouth.
And by the time she was able, it had been too late.
The improvised whip
slashed across Ellie's naked bottom, striping
her jiggling buttocks with twelve separate and
distinct lines of blistering heat, each followed
by a shrill wail of pained anguish as her Master
spaced out her disciplining to allow her to feel
the full effects of every one and anticipate the
By the time he finally lowered the whip and tossed
it to one side, the hard lesson had been well
and truly learned by Ellie.
She was the total slave of her Master, her obedience
and submission no longer hers to give or withhold,
her body his to use and discipline as he chose,
her subjugation to his will permanent and irrevocable,
her fate in his hands with no escape or negotiation
And when his thick, rigid shaft drove into the raging, bubbling whirlpool of her belly, Ellie climaxed instantly in the gigantic, overwhelming, ecstatic surrender of the slave she knew herself to be ... and longed to be with every molecule of her body and brain ...
Knowing that Ellie
would soon be released and that their last opportunity
to enjoy her was fast approaching, the work-crew
spared no effort to make her ... and their ... last week
with her, one to remember.
Every man threw himself into the task of getting
the building ready, working extra hard to complete
his tasks early and thereby gain himself extra
time with her.
With the result that Ellie's usage as a sexual
toy almost doubled, her sex, mouth and anus in
constant demand and her submissions and multiple
orgasms so frequent that her days passed in a
blurred haze as climax followed climax, each building
on the one before to send her passion higher and
still higher as she screamed and pulsed and juddered
to the inferno of lust consuming her whole being.
At the end of each severely demanding day, she
was barely able to eat and drink the meal her
Master fed her, before falling into an exhausted
sleep and was humbly grateful that he spared her
the vibrating rods.
Four days of the most extreme sexual service and
ecstasy left her utterly spent and when the entire
work-crew gathered on the sixth floor, late on
the Thursday afternoon, her eyes pleaded mutely
for mercy, begging them to have pity on her and
give her aching body the respite it craved.
All the while knowing that if any, or even all
of them, decided to take her again, there was
nothing she would be able to do to stop them ... and
that if she failed to be fully pleasing, her desperate
weariness would not save her from punishment.
As her Master stepped forward, the men grew quiet,
listening as he gazed into her eyes and began
"Ellie," he said, then pretended to
correct himself, "Or should we call you boss
again now?" ... the men laughed at his terrible
joke ... "The guys just want me to say a few
words before we start digging you out. Three months
ago, we were all pretty miserable and angry because
we had this real bitch as our site manager. She
was making our lives Hell with her demands and
petty rules and although she was pretty and sexy,
she seemed to want to ignore the fact that she
was a woman and pretend that she was a man like
us. Well, it didn't work and when she pushed us
too far, we all decided to do something about
He paused and grinned, " I guess I don't
need to tell you what it was that we did, but
it sure worked. The bitch is gone and we reckon
she's never coming back, so we all want to say
a big thank you to you for everything you've done
to make this site a whole lot happier than it
used to be. It's all down to you and me and the
men want you to know it. So thanks, boss and we
wish you all the very best, because you've earned
Ellie stared in astonishment at her Master and
the grinning crowd of men, then blinked as her
Master added slyly, "We're sure you deserve
everything that's coming to you. OK, guys, let's
hear it for Ellie," and before she could
react, a storm of clapping and cheering echoed
across the floor as he bent to remove her gag.
For several minutes, she could only stammer her
thanks and return the men's good wishes as they
made their farewells, all of them kissing her
and not a few patting her breasts and adding a
caress of her nipples as a parting gift.
Her Master waited until last and as he bent down,
ensuring his body was between her and the men,
he whispered, "You'll be out in half an hour
and then I'll take you to my place, slave. Say
nothing about that, right. You don't want to begin
your enslavement with a whipping, do you?"
Ellie gulped, "No, Master," she agreed
quickly, "I won't say a word, Master."
"That would be wise, slave," he replied, then stood up, "Time to get digging, guys. I want her out and that wall repaired."
And as drills and chisels were fetched, she kept her word as the wall was hammered and chiselled away from her body until she was finally freed from her concrete prison.
After months of immobility, her muscles were weak and her joints stiff, but thanks to her almost constant sexual activity and struggling for movement to alleviate the enormous power of her climaxes, her physical condition was remarkably good and within twenty minutes, she was able to struggle to her feet and with her nudity concealed under a soft blanket and her Master assisting her, make the short walk to the goods lift, encouraged by the smiles and waves of the crew already busy repairing the wall.
Alone in the lift with
him, she humbly asked his permission to speak
and when he agreed, said, "Master, may your
slave ask where you are taking her and what is
going to happen to her?"
He gazed at her consideringly, "I think we
both know the answers, don't we?" he told
her coolly, "I'm taking you to my house and
there you will begin your service as my slave."
Ellie swallowed nervously and a shiver set her
naked body trembling.
"It was your choice, slave," he reminded
her gently, turning her so that she faced him
and lifting her chin until her eyes met his, "It
is what I want and what I believe you need. But
if I am wrong, tell me now, because if you leave
this lift as a slave, then that is what you will
be for the rest of your life."
Her eyes flickered up to the floor indicator and
as its illuminated number changed from four to three,
she straightened her spine to stand tall before
him and took a deep breath, "You are not
wrong, Master," she replied clearly, "And
I have not changed my m-mind."
"No," he said, "I never really
thought you would, slave," and as she stared
at him, he took the blanket from her, pulled her
against his chest and lowered his mouth to hers.
Trapped in the circle of his strong arms, she
let her lips part and as his tongue explored her
mouth and entwined with his, she shuddered in
arousal and her belly swirled with ferocious heat
as she responded eagerly to the kiss of her true
Master, her eyes widening to the knowledge that
her freedom was gone for ever.
The lift slowed to a halt and when the doors hissed
open to reveal the main foyer of the building
flooded with bright sunlight pouring through its
tall glass windows, he broke the kiss and released
her, then smiled and gestured for her to exit.
"But ... But I'm ... I'm ... .n-n-naked, Master,"
she gasped, suddenly horribly conscious that her
breasts and belly were exposed to anyone who happened
to be passing by and looked into the foyer.
"Yes, slave" he told her firmly, "You
are. And you will remain naked until I choose
to permit you to cover yourself. Now, be silent,
cross your wrists behind your back and keep them
there until I give you permission to move them.
Walk ahead of me, slave."
As if in a dream, Ellie obeyed instinctively and
as she padded meekly across the sunlit space to
the main door with her unbound wrists tightly
pressed against the upper curve of her buttocks,
her mind filled with a potent mix of fear, humiliation
and submissive excitement.
There was nothing to stop her from using her hands
to cover her nakedness, nothing to prevent her
from running and making her escape, nothing to
force her to obey his orders.
Nothing but her own submission to her Master and
her acceptance of his uncompromising dominance ...
That ... .plus the delicious heat of scorching arousal
that swirled and surged through her quivering
belly as she demonstrated her obedience and willing
surrender to his authority over her and visualised
his pride and pleasure as he watched her walk
towards the life of slavery and sexual servitude
that awaited her.
Her steps faltered as the doors opened silently,
but as her Master ordered, "Out, turn left
and go to the back of the red truck, slave,"
she forced herself to overcome her fear and embarrassment
of being seen nude and so obviously controlled
and walked quickly across the tarmac car-park
to stand by the rear of the truck.
And there she had to wait, fully exposed, as he
strolled casually over, unlocked the doors and
swung them open.
"Inside, face down, with your arms behind
your back and legs together," he said and
Ellie jumped in as fast as she could, relieved
and grateful to be hidden from the eyes she imagined
were watching her.
But her relief and gratitude lasted only until
she felt cold, hard steel encircle her wrists
and ankles and heard a series of metallic clicks
as her Master secured her limbs with two pairs
Helplessly chained, she almost protested that
it wasn't necessary for him to tie her up, but
remembered just in time that he had ordered her
to remain silent.
She didn't want, or dare, to disobey even when
he bent her legs up to connect the cuffs with
a third pair and after that was done, she knew
that any complaint would achieve nothing except
his displeasure and her disciplining.
"All set, slave," he told her cheerfully
and she squirmed onto her side just in time to
see his smile as the doors slammed to plunge her
Seconds later, her prison tilted slightly as he climbed into the driving seat and as the engine roared into life and the truck lurched forward, Ellie gave a breathy squeal and her belly jolted powerfully as the final stage of her journey into full and permanent slavery began with an intense and uncontrollable orgasm ...
Bert's home was almost
two hundred years old, built as a bonded store
in the days when security depended on massive
strength and high walls.
Fallen into disuse, he had bought it cheaply and
used his skills to convert it into a comfortable,
spacious retreat, his privacy assured by the ten-foot
wall and double gates that opened onto two acres
of gardens surrounding the house.
In keeping with its former use, he had left the
front of the ground floor untouched, retaining
two of the original store-rooms with their small,
heavily-barred windows, while turning the two
at the rear into a large garage and workshop with
a remotely-controlled door and installing a staircase
to give access to the upper floors.
The first floor he had modified over the years by knocking down most of the internal walls to create a generous kitchen and huge, airy, open-plan living space with large windows, dotted here and there with steel-reinforced brick pillars to maintain the building's structural integrity, while the second floor consisted of two big en-suite bedrooms, the larger being his and having a spiral staircase giving access to the flat roof and an extensive patio area where he and any guests could relax in total seclusion, knowing that there were no taller building within several miles and that there could be no prying eyes to overlook them.
This then, was the home to which he brought Ellie, naked, chained and helpless in the back of his truck, to begin her service as his slave ...
When the truck braked
to a halt, Ellie shivered, knowing that when the
doors opened, she would embark on her new life
as the full slave of her strong and demanding
Committed by her own words and actions, she would
be unable to control her fate and would be required
to obey and submit to him in all things, her acceptance
enforced, if necessary, by the strict discipline
he would impose upon her.
And she would meet her new life with the betraying sheen of a slave's climax glistening at her belly and thighs, for she had come twice during her transportation ...
Sunlight flooded into
the truck as the doors were thrown wide and as
the pair of handcuffs connecting her wrists to
her ankles was removed and her Master's arms lifted
her out and set her on her feet, she gazed around
her in awed amazement.
When he had told her he would take her to his
home, she had imagined something quite ordinary,
a normal, everyday house in a normal, everyday
Nothing at all like the impressive, well-proportioned
building confronting her.
Or the expanse of lawns and trees surrounding
It had never occurred to her that he might own
something akin to a mansion and as she realised
that she had completely under-estimated him, she
felt a tremor of alarm at the thought of what
else she might have misjudged.
But she didn't get time to worry about it as her
Master gripped her elbow, spun her around to face
him and smiled down into her eyes, "Welcome
to your new home, slave. What do you think of
It was a direct question, so she knew she had
permission to speak, "It's beautiful, Master,"
she replied sincerely, "Incredible. It's ... it's
huge. And the garden ... Do you really own all
He grinned, clearly pleased, "Every last
blade of grass," he replied cheerfully, "Everything
on this side of the wall ... including you ..."
Ellie flushed, knowing it was true, "Yes,
Master, you do," she agreed humbly, "And
I think I will be happy here."
"I hope so, slave," he said firmly,
"Because you will spend the rest of your
life behind these walls. Now let's get you inside.
I'm sure you'd like to see the slave-quarters
I've prepared for you."
"S-Slave quarters?" she stammered,
"B-But I thought ... I ... assumed I'd be with you,
"Yes, I expect you did, slave," he told
her casually, "When I require your services,
you will be. But at other times, when I am working,
for example, or when I'm busy and don't wish to
be disturbed, you will wait in your quarters until
I fetch you."
The news came as an unpleasant shock and as she
tried to come to terms with its unwelcome message,
he pointed the garage door, "The entrance
is over there, slave."
Her eyes followed his extended finger and as she
noticed the tiny, deep-set windows, each with
its lattice of thick iron bars, she gulped and
"Get moving, slave," her Master commanded,
"I won't tell you again."
Ellie knew she was only seconds away from a disciplinary
whipping and shuffled forward, her steps restricted
to no more than three or four inches by the cuffs
on her ankles.
It took her several minutes to cover the short
distance to the door, but that was more than enough
time for the lovely house and its beautiful garden
with its high surrounding wall, to take on a new
and less-attractive character in her racing brain.
It was to be her home, but it was also to be her
prison and unless her Master relented, she would
never leave it.
And she was half-afraid and half-excited by the
thought that he was highly unlikely to relent ...
As she reached the door, it rolled smoothly upwards
to reveal a large, well-appointed garage with
a staircase at the back and an unobtrusive, grey-painted
door to the left.
It was to this door that her Master directed her
and just before his body blocked her view, she
noticed that it had an electronic keypad instead
of a normal lock.
A long series of soft bleeps told her that he
was entering a complex code and as the door swung
open, he stepped back, "In you go, slave,"
he ordered, "And in case you're wondering,
that door is iron, it's three inches thick and
there's no keypad on the inside. Once you're in,
you don't get out until I want you out. And nobody
gets in, unless I give them the code. So I guess
you'd better hope that nothing happens to me,
He chuckled as her eyes widened in horror at the
awful realisation that if he was injured, or even
killed, she would have no hope of escape and could
only be released with heavy industrial cutting
And that would mean the Police and the Fire Service,
with all the attendant humiliation and publicity
that would follow her eventual discovery.
Seeing the appalled dismay in her eyes, he almost
weakened and revealed that he had made arrangements
to leave the code with two separate close friends ... .female
friends ... .in case of accidents ... .but then he had
Letting her believe that he was her only way out
of her slave-quarters would reinforce her total
dependence on him and deepen her submission to
his Mastery ... .which was his objective.
Much better, he decided, to say nothing ...
Unaware of his arrangement to ensure her safety,
Ellie was stunned by the precautions he had taken
to ensure she would remain his captive.
The steel cuffs on her limbs, the high wall, the
iron door and bars on the windows and, now, an
unpickable electronic lock that effectively removed
any hope of escape from her slave-quarters.
It was far more than Ellie had ever imagined and
as she faced the unpalatable reality of what her
life as his slave was to be, she made a last,
desperate appeal, "But-But there's no need
for ... for all this, Master," she gasped, "I
won't t ... try to escape, really I won't. I w-want
to be your slave and I sub-submitted willingly,
you kn-know I did."
He smiled warmly into her eyes and nodded, "That's
quite true, Ellie," he agreed, "You
chose to become my slave. And now that you are,
it is no longer up to you to decide what is or
isn't necessary to ensure that you remain a slave.
All you have to do is submit and obey. And you
will, slave, believe me, you will."
His words left no room for compromise or negotiation and as they imprinted themselves in Ellie's reeling brain, her belly responded with a hot surge of arousal and she dropped her eyes, whispering, "Yes, my Master, I w-will."
Her acceptance and
obedience was soon tested, for as she shuffled
through the door, she found herself in a short
passageway with two more closed iron doors, one
to her left, the other straight ahead.
Unlike the first, these doors were secured by
two heavy bolts at top and bottom and as her Master
slid them back and opened the left hand door,
she saw a large, square room containing a neatly-made
iron bed, wooden table and chair, a desk with
a TV and radio sitting on it, a comfortable looking
sofa, several thick rugs on the bare stone floor
and even a few pictures hanging on the walls below
the two tiny, barred windows.
"Your slave-quarters," her Master said
briefly, "Basic, but adequate. Depending
on how well your training goes, you should be
able be able to earn yourself a few more luxuries."
Then he pointed out a red button near the door,
"Emergency alarm. Push that and I'll come
running. But it had better be a real emergency,
or I'll be extremely unhappy with you."
Ellie nodded, only half-listening, still trying
to come to terms with the idea that her new "home"
was going to be this room and that she would spend
days, or weeks, or even months, bolted inside.
It hardly seemed possible, but she knew it was ... .and
knew, too, that it wouldn't be long before she
became so bored and frustrated that she would
do anything to be let out.
Anything at all ... just as, she suspected, her Master had intended all along.
The first room had
been a surprise to her, but the second came as
the biggest shock of her whole life and quite
literally took her breath away.
Because when she shuffled in and her Master switched
on the lights, Ellie was in a dungeon ...
Everywhere she looked, there were chains.
Hanging from the ceiling, dangling from rings
in the walls, even lying piled on the floor, gleaming
menacingly in the lights.
But not only chains, because on a long table to
her left there was an array of polished black
leather bondage equipment of the sort that she
had only ever seen in sex-shop windows and raunchy
pop music videos.
And to her horrified shame, two seconds after
seeing the room and its contents and realising
that it was all going to be used on her, Ellie's
belly convulsed in a massive orgasm that set her
writhing and jerking in her bonds, unable to control
or conceal her immediate submission to the incredible
storm of sexual passion that overwhelmed her as
she visualised serving and being taken by her
Master while in full leather bondage gear and
She would have fallen, but for her Master's quick
reactions and as he half-dragged and half-carried
her shuddering body to the table, bent her over
its top and applied several stinging lashes of
his crop to her defenceless buttocks, she screamed
in pain and masochistic ecstasy and came even
more powerfully, her juices pouring from her sex
as he snapped, "That's for coming without
my permission, slave. From now on, you only climax
when I say so."
For an unknown eternity, Ellie surrendered utterly
to the shattering pleasure of her release, her
whole body shaking to giant internal explosions
and her sex oozing wetly to the fury of her need
as she came as a full and totally subjugated slave.
Until, at last, the maddened contractions of her
belly began to ease and her Master lifted her
to her feet and stepped back, his eyes hard as
he inspected her stained, sweat-streaked body
"You came without permission, slave."
"Yes, Master. I am s-sorry, Master. I c-couldn't
"So I saw. Do not let it happen again."
"N-No, Master. I'll tr-try, Master."
He smiled grimly, "No, you won't, slave,"
he corrected her, "You will not try, you
will succeed. Because if you don't, you will be
severely disciplined. A slave obeys, no matter
what and you are a slave. Now be quiet and stand
He turned away towards the table and Ellie stared
numbly at his broad back, unable to believe that
even her climaxes were to be regulated and controlled
and that if she came without his permission, it
would cost her a painful punishment.
It simply could not be true ... .it was impossible ... .unthinkable ...
But as she felt the tight, inescapable embrace
of the cuffs on her wrists and ankles and her
eyes went to the leather and steel chains that
waited patiently to bind and restrain her in any
way her Master wished, a shiver of horror set
Because she knew that no matter how impossible
it seemed, while she remained chained and helpless
behind the bars and locks and walls of her Master's
home, there was no limit to what he could ... and
would demand from her.
And no limit to what she, his slave, would be forced to give ...
Ordered to silence
by her Master, Ellie could only watch anxiously
as he checked the selection of equipment on the
With no previous experience of bondage, she had
little idea of what to expect and although the
thought of being tied up in leather and then taken
by her Master had excited and aroused her to climax
only a short time before, the reality of what
was to come and the thoroughness of his preparations,
both worried and frightened her.
And not without cause, for when he turned and
walked back to her, she saw that he carried a
wide, thick band of polished black leather with
several gleaming steel rings set along its length.
"Head up, slave," he snapped and she
gulped, lifting her chin and arching her neck
to expose the slim column of her throat.
She desperately wanted to speak and ask him what
the band was for, but dared not risk his displeasure
and as she felt the leather encircle her throat
and his hands adjust it to a fit just short of
tight, her eyes opened wide in sudden understanding.
The leather band was a collar ...
Her Master paused and looked down into her eyes,
"That's right, slave," he told her,
"This is your slave collar and you will wear
it as the symbol of your submission to me."
His fingers met at the nape of her neck and as
he exerted pressure on the ends of the band, it
tightened just enough to make her intensely aware
of its presence and she heard three solid, metallic
"And now it's locked," he told her calmly,
"Try moving your head."
Cautiously, Ellie attempted to lower her chin ... only
to find that the collar was completely rigid,
its upper edge digging uncomfortably into the
soft flesh under her jaw.
Startled by her discovery, she swallowed nervously
and arched her neck to relieve the discomfort,
then tried to turn her head to the side ... .with
the same result as the collar dug in along the
curve of her jawbone and under her ears.
It was incredibly restrictive and controlling
and as she realised that she had no choice but
to keep her neck stretched and her chin high and
was only able to look straight ahead, her Master
gave a chuckle of satisfaction.
"Perfect. Exactly how I want you, slave and
how you're going to stay because that leather
is only an outer cover. Underneath, it's steel
and the locks don't have keys, so even I can't
get you out of it. Not that I ever planned to."
Ellie shuddered, her brain spinning wildly as
she learned that the collar couldn't be removed
and as she gave a wail of appalled despair and
wrenched at the cuffs on her wrists, her Master
strolled back to the table and selected a second
piece of equipment.
"I wasn't going to use this yet, but as you
can't keep quiet ... "
Ellie stared at the pear-shaped steel device and shook her head frantically,
Please. I'll be quiet. I won't make a sound, I
promise, Master. Please don't ga ... "
Her shrill pleas ended in a spluttering gasp as
the gag was thrust between her jaws and her eyes
bulged in sheer disbelief as his fingers spun
a ring on the section protruding from her lips
and the inner section expanded to fill her whole
mouth, pinning her tongue.
She tried to scream, but to her horror, the sound
that emerged was little more than a low whine
that only served to widen her Master's smile and
increase her feelings of total helplessness and
Feelings that became utterly overwhelming as he
replaced the cuffs on her wrists with leather
covered steel versions that matched the slave
collar on her throat ... .but thankfully, not with
the same permanent locks ... .then fitted another
pair above her elbows and connected them with
a short, tight chain that pulled her shoulders
back until she whimpered in anguish and her breasts
were thrust forwards and upwards, her nipples
And a final pair on her ankles, with two feet
of heavy steel chain ending in a large steel ring
welded to each.
Devastated by the permanence of her collar and
the strength and security of her other bonds,
Ellie stood passively as he lifted the rings to
her wrists and used a screw-clip to secure them
to the single link of chain between her cuffs,
tightening it with a spanner to ensure it could
not be undone even though it was impossible for
her fingers to reach.
When he stepped back to inspect her, the hot glitter
in his eyes brought a red flush to her cheeks
and she felt her belly churn with fierce arousal
at the knowledge that she was completely defenceless.
"That should do it, slave," he said
firmly, "So, now that you're properly kitted
out in your slave-chains, I expect you'd like
to see how you look."
Ellie wasn't at all sure she wanted to see what
she had become, but as he reached up and clipped
one of the dangling chains to the front ring of
her collar, she wasn't offered a choice and had
to stay where she was as he hurried out.
The moment he was gone, Ellie began to test the
security of her restraints, her muscles tensing
and straining as she tried to find some slack
or a hint of weakness in the cuffs and chains
But there was no slack and the only weakness she
discovered, was her own, the steel resisting her
full strength and most determined efforts with
a contemptuous ease that soon forced her to recognise
the futility of continuing to seek for an escape
that simply did not exist.
Letting her muscles relax, Ellie gave up and accepted her fate and the slave-chains her Master had decreed she must wear.
And when her Master
returned and placed a full-length mirror in front
of her, she saw herself for the very first time
as he saw her.
As a slave ... for the woman in the mirror could
be nothing else ...
Partly because of the high, tight slave collar
around her throat, the gag distending her lips
and the gleaming chains confining her nude body
and limbs ... but far more tellingly, because of
the unmistakable passion and submission that shone
in her eyes like a beacon and emphasised the powerful
aura of barely-suppressed sexual need and hunger
that seemed to ooze from every pore of her body.
The image before Ellie was so intensely compelling
and erotically-charged that for a frozen moment,
her brain lost its grip on reality and she felt
an overwhelming urge to dominate and control and
discipline the helpless woman and force her to
submit as the slave she clearly was.
Until her mind cleared and a vivid red flush stained
her face as Ellie recognised that the slave she
so wanted to subjugate ... was herself ...
Her eyes grew round with shock and humiliation
as she stared numbly at her reflection, then she
gasped and her belly kicked hugely to the realisation
that what she had imagined doing to the slave
in the mirror, would be done to her in reality.
That and much more, for no man ... .and certainly
not her Master ... .would deny himself the pleasures
so freely available and helplessly offered by
her chained body.
And no slave ... certainly not the utterly submissive
and deeply passionate one who gazed back at Ellie
from the mirror ... could do otherwise than surrender
to the very bottom of her soul ...
Tearing her eyes away from her reflection, Ellie
gazed pleadingly at her Master, begging in the
only way that still remained to her, for his permission
to climax before the irresistible and ever-increasing
turmoil in her seething belly drove her to come
whether he granted her release or not.
For thirty long seconds, he denied her appeal,
his lips curved into a cruel smile as he exerted
his absolute control over her and forced her to
wait, enjoying the delightful trembling of her
belly and breasts as she fought desperately to
obey his unspoken order and hold back her orgasm.
Then he nodded sharply and snapped, "You
may come now, slave."
Ellie convulsed in massive spasms and foaming
waves of scalding juices thundered into her belly,
her breasts jiggling madly and a scream of unbearable
rapture leaking past her gag as she climaxed instantaneously,
her sex pulsing glistening silver streams over
her flexing thighs and her eyes wide with horrified
dismay at the power of her surrender ... and the
knowledge that she had submitted on her Master's
word of command.
He had not even touched her and as she understood
just how far she had travelled down the path of
total and permanent slavery ... and how impossible
it was for her to ever turn back ... her orgasm intensified
and she gasped to the furious pounding of her
Without a word, her Master unclipped the chain
to her collar and then spun the ring of her gag,
contracting the inner section until he was able
to remove it from her mouth.
Ellie worked her stiff jaws, careful to remain
silent and he nodded, "Very good, slave.
I see you remember my rules and have realised
that it would be foolish to disobey."
She shivered and held herself as still as the
contractions racking her belly allowed, frighteningly
aware of what any disobedience would cost her
as he walked around her slowly, subjecting every
inch of her displayed body to a humiliatingly-detailed
inspection and checking each of her slave-chains
with firm tugs.
Satisfied that none had loosened, he faced her
once more and she gulped at his hard, determined
expression as he told her flatly, "Now that
you are fully restrained and collared and have
clearly demonstrated your obedience, you are ready
to serve as my slave."
Ellie stared at him, knowing he was going to take
her ... and when he extended his index finger and
pointed to a spot on the floor between them, ordering,
"Down, slave," in a tone that brooked
no argument, a thrill of fearful excitement rolled
through her body and brain.
Despite the handicap of her slave-chains, Ellie
was on her knees in seconds, her spine hollowed
into a deep curve as she gazed up at her Master
towering over her.
"Thighs spread," he demanded sternly
and she jerked her knees wide apart, her breasts
and belly trembling as she exposed her delicate
and sensitive recesses in response to the harsh
In all her months concreted into the wall, she
had never felt more vulnerable or heard him speak
to her with such total authority and as she knelt
before him in a pose that offered her entire body
and displayed the full extent of her absolute
subjugation to his implacable dominance, she felt
renewed slave-heat ignite in her flooded belly.
And as he unzipped his jeans to free his erect
maleness and snapped, "Begin, slave,"
she obeyed without hesitation, her soft lips enfolding
his hardened flesh and her tongue working busily
as she employed all of the skills learned during
her usage as the immobilised sex-toy of her own
work-crew, to pleasure and satisfy him.
On her knees before her Master, with her lips
pressed tightly to his groin and her naked body
collared and heavily chained, Ellie was helpless
to control the irresistible arousal that flared
in her belly at the incredibly erotic symbolism
of her position.
And as she served him in the most intimate and
submissive way possible and his shaft jerked in
her mouth to send his spend jetting into her throat,
she sucked and swallowed the salt juice as if
it was the finest, most delicious wine she had
His spasms slowed and stopped, but she kept her
lips around his drained shaft, awaiting his permission
to release it from her mouth, wildly excited by
her own obedience and acceptance of his ruthless
She hadn't come and although she was more than
ready, Ellie knew that she wouldn't until her
Master decided that she had earned it.
He owned her and ruled every aspect of her life,
including her pleasure and had shown that he would
enforce her subjugation in every possible way.
In less than a single evening, he had completed
the final stage of her transformation into the
permanently-collared and totally controlled slave
she had chosen to be and as Ellie visualised the
years of servitude stretching far into her future,
she trembled in feverish anticipation.
Knowing that the heat swirling in her belly was only the mild precursor of the raging passion that would inevitably be unleashed within her as she was trained and conditioned to submit as the full slave of her all-powerful Master ...
Temporarily sated by
Ellie's skilled and enthusiastic efforts, Bert
let his shaft slip from her lips and hid a smile
as she instantly sat back on her heels and hollowed
her spine to present her body.
It was quite obvious that she was highly aroused,
her nipples jutting like acorns and the soft curve
of her belly fluttering delightfully as she knelt
before him, but despite her need, she held her
pose and made no effort to speak.
Her silence and obedience proved beyond any doubt
that his plan had worked better than he had ever
dared to hope and as he gazed down into her eyes
and saw the need and humble longing in their shining
depths, it was hard to believe that she was the
same woman who had once been his boss and made
his life a misery with her orders and complaints
and insistence on setting impossible deadlines.
But that was all in her past and she wouldn't
be setting deadlines ever again ... and instead of
giving orders, she would be obeying them.
Perfectly, unhesitatingly and, if she was wise,
most definitely without complaining ....unless, of
course, she actually enjoyed being disciplined
by him ... in which case, he would be more than happy
to oblige her ...
Retrieving the gag, he clicked his fingers, "Open,
slave," and as she immediately stretched
her jaws wide, he pushed the steel pear into her
mouth and spun the ring to enforce her silence,
casually ignoring her soft whimper of despair.
The table supplied a short length of heavy chain
with two snap-hook and when he clipped one to
her collar and gave a sharp tug, ordering, "Up,
slave," she rose awkwardly to her feet and
followed with her slave-chains clinking at every
step as he led her, helplessly leashed, from the
dungeon and back to her slave quarters.
Towing her to the bed, he pushed her face-down,
doubled her leash around the iron frame and clipped
the second snap-hook alongside the first, tethering
her and ensuring she couldn't get up or move more
than a very few inches.
"On your knees, slave. Thighs spread," he commanded and as she struggled into the ordered position with her buttocks raised and her glistening sex completely exposed, added, "Stay exactly as you are until I return, slave," ... .and strode out of the room ...
Ellie couldn't believe
he was simply going to leave her.
Not after she had tried so hard to please him
and with her body so invitingly positioned.
Surely he was going to take her, or at least use
his fingers or lips to give her the reward of
a climax for her efforts.
Even a whipping would be preferable to ... nothing ...
But as his footsteps moved away down the corridor
and she heard the solid thud of the iron door
closing, she knew she was alone.
Alone, massively aroused, horribly frustrated ... and
unable to do anything about it.
Even if she broke the position he had ordered ... and
she knew she daren't ... she couldn't get her fingers
anywhere near where she longed for them to be
and with the tethering chain preventing her from
leaving the bed, she couldn't get to anything
to rub against and make herself come that way.
The bedding was too soft to achieve the result
she wanted and as it dawned on her that her Master
had anticipated her need and taken care to ensure
that she would have to remain unsatisfied until
he chose to permit her the relief she ached for,
the slave-heat in her belly redoubled to the knowledge
that when he did return to her, her own fierce
and growing desire would give her no alternative
but to respond to him and serve him with all the
passionate submission that her body could offer.
Reinforcing his power and Mastery over her, deepening and strengthening her subjugation and confirming even more unarguably that she was the true, natural slave that he believed her to be ... and that Ellie knew she already was ...
sunshine beamed down on the lightly-tanned body
of the naked woman sitting on the lush grass,
highlighting the firm curves of her breasts, softly
rounded belly and long slender legs and emphasising
the starkly contrasting black leather and steel
chains that adorned her throat and limbs.
With a supple, fluid twist of her body that told
of much practise, the woman rose gracefully to
her feet and walked to a tree some thirty feet
away, her head held high, back slightly arched
and toes elegantly pointed, every movement radiating
erotic sensuality and a total lack of concern
for her nudity and vulnerable situation.
Almost as if she was unaware of the long chain
connecting her collar to a post sunk deep into
the ground and uncoiling behind her as she walked.
Reaching the tree, she sank to her knees and clamped her soft lips around a thick, penis-shaped plastic shaft jutting horizontally from the trunk, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked until water flowed through the hollow tube and into her mouth to quench her thirst.
Months of continuous
enslavement and training had removed all trace
of modesty or embarrassment from Ellie and as
she drank her fill from the phallic watering-station
her Master had installed for her, she felt only
a mild disappointment that it was inanimate plastic
and not his hard flesh she was serving.
It was, after all, only a minor indignity compared
to some of what she had been forced to become
accustomed to and although it couldn't compare
to the real thing, the fact that she had to kneel
and suck on it as though it was real, always reminded
her of what she was and what was required of her.
And, of course, it let her drink, too ...
With her thirst satisfied,
she glanced up at the sun and estimated that it
would be about an hour before her Master came
home from work.
The whine of the electric motor that opened the
big double gates would give her plenty of warning
of his arrival and by the time he had parked and
walked over to inspect her, she would be in position,
on her knees with her thighs spread and spine
hollowed to display her breasts and belly.
It was how she was required to greet him every evening and as she wondered whether he would order her to her back and take her there and then, or perhaps escort her to the dungeon if he was in the mood for an extended session of bondage and discipline, she felt her belly begin to swirl with the familiar, reassuring slave-heat that invariably accompanied thoughts of her willing submission to his uncompromising dominance.
Rising to her feet, she walked back to the post and sat down, relaxing in the sunshine and allowing the delicious warmth of anticipation and arousal to percolate through her body as she prepared herself to serve in whatever way he commanded, her soft lips curving into a gentle smile of contentment.
For Ellie was where she wanted to be, awaiting the Master she had chosen and loved with all her heart, living the life she desired and needed far more than the freedom she had voluntarily surrendered and would never know again.
The life of a full and permanent slave ...