Time passed for O and Natascha at Haus der Sklavin. Gradually both were given a little more freedom as the dominatrixes decided that neither would run away. After all, neither O nor Natascha knew exactly where they were, nor did either have a good command of the German language. And, of course, neither had a passport or identification papers; in fact O did not have any clothing other that what the dominatrixes had given her, as she had been brought from Roissy naked in the back of a van.

The routine for Natascha and O was similar to that they had endured at Roissy – basically serving as a sex slave for customers and the abuse that went along with it. There were, however, some differences due mainly to the difference in purpose of Roissy and Haus der Sklavin. The former was for a well-off male clientele, while the latter served the exotic tastes of both males and females. At Haus der Sklavin, one might find men in training to be male slaves to female Mistresses, as well as women being trained for Masters/Mistresses. Thus O and Natascha were exposed to and used as examples of a very different type of slavery.

Both O and Natascha were usually kept naked and locked in their small room at night. During the day they might be used by visiting clients or punished as an example of types of training that might be used on women in training to become slaves. Like Roissy there were valets to supervise or punish as appropriate, although at times dominatrixes in training also meted out punishment.

Arrivals: Part Two

In Ulm, a car met Zuri and Natascha. Natascha had a most uncomfortable ride on the train from Paris to Ulm; on the other hand, Zuri had enjoyed herself immensely.

In Bonn, Paul got off the train from Berlin and took a cab to the chief of Station’s office where he was to check in and meet his new teammate, an ex-naval officer named Ted. An hour later, Anne Claire got off the train from Stuttgart and was met by a woman from the consulate. She looked Anne Claire up and down and said, “Raymond said that you were pretty. He didn’t lie. Come with me; I have secured an apartment for you near the consulate.”

Anne Marie had her driver drop Zuri and Natascha off at the Gare Ost where they would catch a train to Ulm. While they waited for the train, some onlookers stared at the two women who certainly were an unusual sight in that part of Paris. Zuri was dressed in a black leather jacket despite the warm autumn weather. Beneath it, she wore a black silk blouse with a red bandana tied around her neck. Black leather riding pants and knee high black boots complimented the rest of her outfit.

But it was Natascha who really stood out. The Russian girl was dressed in a bright white, light weight summer dress that stopped well short of her knees. She, too, had on knee high black boots like Zuri’s. Her long dark hair was in a messy bun atop her head. On her wrists were quite visible leather bracelets; in fact, the same ones she had worn at Roissy. Around her neck was the leather collar from Roissy and attached to it was a dog leash, almost a meter in length. Zuri held the other end.

If one were to look closely, one might notice that Natascha’s dress was thin enough to notice that she did not wear a bra and there were small clips on her nipples, held together by a gold chain. Natascha certainly noticed. Besides the pressure from the clips and weight of the gold chain, Anne Marie had made sure that Yvette had smeared the same cream on them that she had used on her sex and rear.

While Natascha was still bound on the raised dais in Anne Marie’s music room at Roissy, Yvette had carefully rubbed the irritating cream on her sex and then into her anus. Then she had fitted the chastity belt with the dildos around Natascha’s waist and into both openings. With the dildos in place and the belt tight just above the swell of her hips Natascha had some trouble walking. Other passengers waiting on the train that were close enough heard Zuri coo as she pulled on the leash, “Come on dear, we don’t want to miss our train.”

O and Natascha at Haus der Sklavin: Part Two

After a bit O heard regular breathing from Natascha’s side of the bed. “She’s finally quiet and asleep,” thought O. Now perhaps I can get some sleep. But O was troubled by what Natascha had said and asked. She had asked O about the Crucifixion of Doutzen and Uta and whether O would agree to be crucified as those two had.

“I’m not sure either Doutzen or Uta knew what they agreed to to. Neither had been hung on a cross before. Although both had been whipped and beaten and even branded like me, neither could imagine the pain of the cross. The pain of struggling for breath, the slow dance. The slow dance that pushes the ebonite rod ever deeper into your rear. The humiliation of being on display, naked for all to see as you suffer and drift towards death. But I know. I know because when Sir Stephen gave me to Eric to settle a gambling debt, he crucified me on a cross in his basement. It was awful. I still remember the pain and the humiliation. I was near death when Sir Stephen came in and took me down. It was almost a month before I recovered. But I remember last December seeing poor Uta on the cross, knowing the pain and humiliation she felt. But, God help me, I got wet and aroused watching her struggle. How terrible am I?”

And with these thoughts swirling in her head, O fell into a deep and troubled sleep.

At night, as had been the custom at Roissy, both girls were secured to the headboard using a small chain connected to the bracelets on their wrists. Thus bound, neither girl could touch her breasts, much less her sex. Additionally, O as a personal slave was chained by the ring in her labia to the foot of the bed. The chain was never pulled very tight at night, just enough for O to know that it was there. Zuri said it served as a reminder of her absolute slavery.

The valet had secured both O and Natascha and turned out the light. Natascha heard the door being locked from the outside and said over the headboard to O, “I saw you earlier today when a valet walked me by that room where you were bound spread eagle on the dais. But I just saw a glance. Why were you there, O?”

O responded, “I was bound open and whipped between my legs and on my sex. Then I was left there open for several hours.”

“Had you violated some rule? Is that why you were punished?”

“No,” responded O. “Zuri told me that I was to be whipped like that every other day to remind me that I am a slave.”

“But O, I thought that Sir Stephen owned you. That’s what Nena told me when we were at Roissy,” said Natascha.

“He does own me. When he was shot, he sent me to Roissy while he recovers. I guess then my fate was up to Anne Marie. She sent me here. Just like she sent you.”

Natascha was quiet for a bit, then asked, “But O, why are you Sir Stephen’s slave if he isn’t with you. Why do you allow yourself to be whipped like that?”

“Because I love him. No. Wait. It’s not just that I love him. I worship him. He is my Master and Owner. I gladly wear his insignia and rings in my sex and his brand on my rear. I am proud to be his slave, his property.”

Natascha answered, “I will never understand. I am here because my lover handed my passport over to Anne Marie. She told me that after a year of ‘work’ at Roissy I’d get it back along with a large stipend and be free to pursue my movie career. I’m not like you or some of those other girls at Roissy.”

O grunted noncommittedly, but thought to herself, “We’ll see about that.”

Natascha prattled on. “Nena told me that girls like you must be crazy. She said that a girl named Doutzen agreed to have her lover crucify her and so did a girl named Uta. They both loved their men so much that they agreed to be crucified. How awful! Did you know about that O?”

O answered, “Yes. But in Uta’s case, her lover gave her to another man. Sold her actually. It broke her heart. After that I don’t think she cared what happened to herself. At least not until she was hung on the cross. I was there.”

“How awful!” said Natascha. “I can only imagine.” Then after a bit Natascha asked, “O, would you agree to be crucified. I mean if Sir Stephen asked you to do it?”

O thought to herself, “I remember when Eric hung me on a cross. It was awful. I would have probably died if Sir Stephen had not come and taken me down.” But to Natascha O answered, “I would gladly die for Sir Stephen if he asked.”

“Well, I think you are crazy!”

“Go to sleep,” said O. “I’m tired.”

Ivan was reclining in a chair across from Vladmir’s desk, smoking. He said, “Remember back when I convinced Nastascha to go to Paris with us under the pretext of you getting her into films in France?”

Vladimir replied, “Of course, I remember. It seemed like a good idea at the time – you seduce the pretty girl from the country. You what with your expensive suit and fancy Rolex watch. It was almost too easy. She was so naïve. Why do you ask?”

“I ask because if we had been in the porno film business back then like we are now, we wouldn’t have ‘sold’ her to Roissy. Instead, we could have convinced her to be in our films on a regular basis. I think that would have made us more money that the amount we got for her from that woman at Roissy.”

Vladimir looked up from the film editor and said, “You are probably right, my friend.” He paused, then added, “But hindsight is always 20/20.”

Ivan agreed, then he said, “I wonder what ever happened to her. She was quite good in bed.”

Vladimir responded, “Funny you should mention that. I heard from our French friend that the woman in charge of Roissy sent her to a similar place in southern Germany – aptly named Haus der Sklavin. And there she was ‘bought’ by, of all things, a Ukrainian fellow.”

“What! A Russian girl bought by a Ukrainian? That doesn’t seem right!” said Ivan.

“Well, she let you seduce her, so she couldn’t have been too bright. She got what she deserved,” replied Vladimir. Then the phone on his desk rang.

Ivan only heard one side of the conversation. “Yes? She did? Good? We’ll do the screen test tomorrow. You and Alexi bring the girls here about eight p.m. She’ll feel safer in a group.” Then after a pause, “Any progress n the sister? She would be a star.” Then he hung up and looked at Ivan and said, “That was your protégé Bogdan. He finally got Yulia’s roommate to agree to a screen test.”

Ivan replied, “Yes. He told me he was working on her. I saw her once. Young, skinny black hair. Not a Slavic princess, but pretty enough, I guess. And what did he say about Yulia’s sister? She’s the one we should really get. She’s a knockout. She is pretty enough to do regular porn; we wouldn’t have to use her for BDSM porn like we do with Yulia.”

Vladimir said, “Yes, I know. But Bogdan says she is still with that wealthy fellow. She likes being a kept woman.”

Ivan said, “Well, this Nataly girl would probably be a step up from Bogdan’s bitch Yulia. She has that used and cheap look about her already.” Then the cell phone on Vladimir’s desk rang again. He smiled broadly at Ivan and said, “It’s our mutual friend. You know, the one with the connections to the ‘other’ Vladimir. I must take it.”

“Okay,” said Ivan.

Vladimir replied, “In private, my friend. Just wait outside.”

Natascha in Paris: Part Three

Vladimir knocked on the door of the hotel room where Ivan and Natascha were staying. Ivan answered with a grin on his face. Vladimir said, “I gather you told Natascha about our plans for her and she happily agreed.”

“Well, agree happily might be a stretch, but she has agreed to go. Did you make arrangements at Roissy?”

“Yes, we are to be paid upon her delivery. And I have brought a bottle of wine to celebrate.”

“Then do come in.”

Vladimir came in. Ivan called for Natascha to come out of the bedroom and kneel on the floor in front of them. She did so reluctantly. Then Ivan told her to tell Vladimir that she had agreed to go to Roissy. Natascha, realizing that without her passport, had no other options told Vladimir, “I agree to go to this Roissy place.” And as the men toasted with wine she added, “Is there any possibility that I may still get into movies?”

Vladimir chucked and said, “Of course, my dear. They often film at Roissy. Perhaps you can be a star yet.” And Ivan said, “Now go get dressed and we will take you there. Oh, and remember what I told you about panties.”

Natascha got up slowly and went to get dressed in the other room of the suite.

Two hours later, they were on their way to Roissy. And as the two men watched Natascha enter into the enclosure, they again congratulated themselves.

The Train to Paris: Part Two

Vladimir looked at Ivan and said, “Perhaps you should begin to ‘introduce’ Natascha to the joys of submission. I’m not saying she shouldn’t be hesitant or even unwilling about Roissy, but I do not want her to be kicking and screaming and creating a scene when we deliver her. I’ll go get some coffee to give you two a little privacy, and you should at least talk to her about it. Use your considerable charm on her, Ivan.”

As soon as Vladimir went up the corridor to the dining car, Ivan opened the door to the compartment. Natascha looked up. “You really are lovely, my dear. No wonder I love you so.” Natascha flashed a large smile and said, “And I love you too.”

Ivan came over and sat beside her. He kissed her on the mouth and slid her dress up, revealing her garter belt and tiny black panties. Natascha protested softly, “But Vladimir…”

Ivan responded, “He has gone to the dining car. He won’t be back for at least an hour. Now, why on earth are you wearing any panties?”

“I thought you would like them. Aren’t they sexy?”

“Yes, but I want you to be always accessible.” And Ivan slid them off. “And when we get to Paris, I want you to shave. That way you’ll be more naked. I love it when you’re naked.” And he kissed Natascha again. Hard on the mouth, as he slid a finger into her sex. “Oh good. You’re wet.” And he unzipped his trousers.

Afterwards, he kissed Natascha on the forehead and said, “I love you. Would you do anything for me? Anything I ask?”

And Natascha answered, “Yes, my darling. Anything. Anything you ask.”

The Train to Paris: Part One

The train rolled slowly across Central Europe heading west to Paris. Vladimir had secured a private compartment on the train, but it was crowded with the three of them. Vladimir and Ivan went out into the aisle to smoke while Natascha slept. Once out of earshot Vladimir said to Ivan, “Do you think your bitch knows what our real plans are for her?”

“Of course not,” answered Ivan. “She’s just a country girl come to the big city with stars in her eyes. Pretty, but dumb as a stone.”

“Good. Once we get her to Paris, we can make up some story about getting here a tryout for a film. Then, once in the car we can take her to the place called Roissy. I have a contract with them for thousands of Euros on delivery of a suitable girl.”

“What is ‘suitable’ my friend?”

“A girl who can be enslaved and prostituted. Preferably one who likes to be abused and beaten.”

Ivan said, “I’m not sure Natascha would like that. I’ve never even raised a hand to her.”

“Ha!” responded Vladimir. “All the bitches like it rough whether or not they admit it. Especially women from Byelorussia. It’s in our culture. You know the old saying.”

And laughing both men said together, “Beat your woman every day. If you don’t know the reason, she does.”

She turned to the valet; he had a shaved head and looked the part of a storm trooper, but whose name O did not recall, and said, “Unchain these bitches. I have work for them to do.” The valet said, “Yes, Mistress.” – O thought he might click his heels- and proceeded to unlock the chains that held O and Natascha to their beds. Once free, Madam Giselle said, “Follow me.” And, still completely naked, they followed her from the room, their shoes clacking down the hallway.

Meanwhile, Idetta was waiting in another room, her hands still tied behind her back and the blindfold still covering her eyes. She felt as if she had been standing in the room for hours, but in fact it had only been about 45 minutes. Idetta did know that her feet were killing her; she was not used to standing in heels for any length of time. But with her eyes covered, she was not sure of anyplace to sit. Nor was she sure that she would be allowed to. Then Idetta heard what sounded like a door being opened. Momentarily, her blindfold was removed and Idetta blinked in the soft light. As her eyes came into focus, she saw a beautiful blonde woman – quite tall and dressed entirely in black. She was accompanied by a man in some sort of uniform that made Idetta assume that he was a servant of some type. But what really astounded her were the two young women the tall blonde had in tow. Both were completely naked save for high heeled wooden clogs on their feet.

The tall blonde came over to Idetta and closed her blouse which was still unbuttoned and left Idetta’s bare breasts exposed. But as the woman was buttoning Idetta’s blouse back, she took time to caress Idetta’s nipples which were still quite erect in the cool air of early morning. As she did so, the blonde said, “You really do have lovely breasts.” Then the woman moved behind Idetta and undid the rope that bound her hands. As she did so, she said, “Frau Kliendorf, I am Madam Giselle. I trust you had a pleasant drive here.”

Idetta was completely at sea and had no idea how to answer, so the woman continued, “Now that you are here at Haus der Sklavin, I want you to again read the contract that your late husband originated. If you find it satisfactory, you will sign it and your training may begin.” Idetta stood still with … shock, surprise, fear? Staring at the two naked girls. Madam Giselle noticed and said, “This is O and Natascha. If you are still in agreement with the contract, they will prepare you for presentation. Please follow me to my office.”

Then Madam Giselle led the small group away.

Leaving O chained to the bed in the small room she and Natascha shared, the valet escorted Natascha down the hall to the toilets and bathing area, such as it was. The building had once been a military barracks, so what comprised the “bathing area” was four toilets sitting open in a large room. A single bidet had been added and sat at the end of the toilets. Over on the side were four shower heads. There were no partitions or curtains; it was all open. Natascha looked around and thought, “No privacy at all here.”

The valet said, “Get on the toilet and do your business.” Natascha did and heard the splash as she emptied her bladder while the valet watched with a look of what exactly on his face – satisfaction, approval, lust? Then he said, “Now shower.” Natascha stood under the cold water as it rained down on her head and body. She felt her nipples stiffen in the cold water. “Be sure and wash your nasty pussy,” said the valet, and Natascha soaped herself. “But don’t play with yourself; I’m watching,” he said.

After the shower he led Natascha back down the hallway and came upon Madam Giselle and two hard looking young women. She stopped the valet and said, “No need to go back and get O. These two apprentices and I will take care of her. Go ahead and take this one to the main building. There is a man there who has specifically asked for a Russian whore”

The valet asked, “Should I get her dressed first?”

“No need, She’ll be naked soon enough.”

Natascha

Natascha had met Ivan in a bar in Minsk two months ago, shortly after she arrived from her small village near Mazyr. Ivan seemed self-assured and obviously wealthy- he wore a gold Rolex watch on his wrist. Natascha was delighted when he came over and spoke to her. “You are quite beautiful; what part of Minsk are you from,” he had said. Natascha answered that she wasn’t from the city; instead she was from a very small village but had come to the big city to get away from poverty and ‘farm boys trying to grab my breasts and sex.’ Ivan laughed and said, “I cannot blame them. Would you like a drink?” Natascha hardly ever drank at home, but she did not want to appear unsophisticated in front of the man, so she said, “Sure.”

And so, it began.

Two weeks later, Natascha had moved into Ivan’s apartment. She was sure she was in love with the man, and hoped he loved her too. He was a good lover, not at all like the grabby boys in her home village. If fact Natascha usually had an orgasm whenever they had sex – something quite new for her. Ivan bought her some new stylish clothes and did not pester her about working. “I want you here in my apartment waiting for me when I am through working.” Natascha wasn’t sure what type of work Ivan did. He kept odd hours, often staying out late at night. But Natascha didn’t care, nor did she ask.

Then one night Ivan brought a man named Vladimir home. He told Natascha that Vladimir was a representative for a movie studio headquartered in Paris. Vladimir said, “My friend Ivan has told me about you – how beautiful you are. He was not lying. I may want you to be in one of our movies. Are you interested?”

Natascha was thrilled. She answered, “Yes, of course. What must I do?”

Vladimir answered, “The role I envision for you requires nudity. Is that a problem for you?”

“No,” answered Natascha quickly.

Then Ivan said, Natascha, please go into the bedroom and put on that new white negligee I bought for you. Then come in and model it for Vladimir.” “Oh, and take out the nose ring,” said Vladimir. “You will look better without it.”

She did so and returned quickly to see Ivan and Vladimir talking in low tones. When Vladimir looked up he said, “Now please remove the negligee.” Natascha did so and was standing in the room, stark naked. Vladimir turned to Ivan and said, “She is splendid. With some make-up she will do nicely. I will buy three tickets to Paris. Meet me at the train statin at noon tomorrow.” Then Vladimir got up and left.

Later that night as Ivan and Natascha made love, all she could think about was ‘I am going to Paris. I am going to be on the movies.’

They met Vladimir at noon the next day and got on the train for Paris.

Natascha tossed and turned – as much as possible considering she was chained to the headboard on her bed in the small room she shared with O at Haus der Sklavinn- but could not get to sleep. Finally, she said, “O, are you asleep yet?” The answer from the O’s side of the headboard said, “No, why do you ask?”

“Your story abut how Sir Stephen offered you to two me after your return from Samois has both intrigued and aroused me. With my hands chained, I am unable to masturbate, so I would like to hear the remainder of your story about Eric. You said that male slave we saw whipped reminded you of him.”

“The slave had a similar build and face, but Eric was much more well-endowed,” giggled O. “Once in his hotel room, Eric had me strip and then undress him. His member sprang to life when I pulled down his underwear. He literally threw me on the bed and leaped on me. In less than a moment he was inside me. I groaned with pleasure. He plowed me fore and aft with his large member. I think I came several times. Then I knelt before him and took him in my mouth the way he had seen me take the other man previously. He kept me in the hotel until almost midnight – until we were both exhausted. It was wonderful. Then he called for a cab to take me back to my apartment.”

Natascha asked, “Was that the last time you saw him?”

“No. Unfortunately. The next day, Sir Stephen called and told me to come to his home. Of course, I went. After all, I belong to him body and soul. Once there he told me that Eric had called him early that morning. I asked why. Sir Stephen replied, ‘It seems you made quite an impression on the boy. He wants to marry you. Save you. Make an honest woman of you.’ I laughed and said that was impossible as I belonged to you, Sir Stephen, my love. Then Sir Stephen said, ’O, you may always be free to leave me if you wish, but if you do not, you may not refuse anything I ask or do to you.’ I said that I knew that, and then Sir Stephen went on, ‘I thought so. Eric is coming at one this afternoon for your answer.’ And I said that I would simply tell him ‘No.’ I was quite happy being the slave of Sir Stephen, but Sir Stephen said, ‘No, I have a better way of showing Eric that you wish to remain my slave. Let me show you how.”

O was silent for a while, until Natascha said from across the common headboard, “Don’t keep me in suspense. How did Sir Stephen show Eric that you were his slave?”

O said, “He took me up the stairs of his home to a small landing. There he opened a door to reveal a small alcove with a raised platform and two upright columns. It was just like the music room at Anne Marie’s home at Samois.”

Natascha interjected, “Where you were tied spread eagle and whipped between your thighs? On your open sex?”

“Yes, like we are punished here at Haus der Sklavin. Sir Stephen rang for Norah, his Haitian maid. They tied me spread eagle between the columns. Then Norah flogged my open sex for a good fifteen minutes. Then she left me tied there completely open. I could feel the welts rising and the weight of the ring that pierced my labia.”

“How awful,” said Natascha, but knew she was aroused by what O had said.

O continued, “Then suddenly Eric appeared. He looked at me, gasped, and fled. I thought I had seen the last of him, but I have seen him twice since then.”

“When? Where?” asked Natascha.

O responded, “Once that fall at Roissy. There he had me consigned to him for three days. He savagely beat and mistreated me, But, that wasn’t the worst.”

“Go on,” said Natascha.

“About six months later Sir Stephen incurred a large gambling debt to Eric. Rather than pay in Euros, he gave me to Eric for a month. He treated me so badly I almost died.” “Oh, how I wish my hands were free so that I could relieve myself,” said Natascha. “At least I will have erotic dreams.”

Having chained both O and Natascha to their beds in the small room they shared at Haus der Sklavin, the valet cut out the light, closed the door and locked it from the outside. As the girls heard his footsteps echoing down the hall, O said to Natascha, “I just remembered why I felt so sorry for that poor male slave that Madam Gisele whipped so hard.”

“He’s a slave, and he’s here voluntarily no doubt. So don’t feel sorry for him. I have heard that some men enjoy being whipped by a beautiful woman, and there is no denying that Madam Gisele is beautiful.”

“True enough,” said O. “But…” Her voice trailed off.

“But what? Tell me what’s troubling you so,” said Natascha.

And O began, “After Sir Stephen brought me back from Samois.”

Natascha interrupted, Samois? Isn’t that where Anne Marie’s house is?”

“Yes. Sir Stephen sent me there to be marked with his brand. Anne Marie branded his initials onto my rear with a red-hot branding iron. In the two and a half years since, the brand has faded somewhat, but is still visible in certain lights. She also pierced my labia and hung a pendant with Sir Stephen’s initials and crest on it. It still hangs from the ring that pierces my sex. Anyway, Natascha, after Sir Stephen brought me back from Samois, he took me to lunch in a private room with two men he knows. There, after the lunch and two bottles of wine, he told the men that I was his slave, his whore. I was shocked at his language, but I loved him so much that I didn’t care at all what he called me.”

Again, Natascha interrupted, “Besides, it’s true, what he called you.”

O ignored the remark and continued, “Sir Stephen had me unbutton my blouse so that my breasts were visible and lift my skirt so that my pierced sex and branded rear could be seen. Then he said they could both use me as they wished. The older man, I had seen him once already at Roissy, but he had not taken me, told me to kneel in front of him, unbutton his trousers and caress him with my mouth. I did so, and as I was caressing him, the waiter came into the room. He looked at me on my knees with the man’s member in my mouth. Sir Stephen looked at him and said, ‘Go on, continue.’ I didn’t know if he meant me or the waiter to go ahead and clear the table, so I continued caressing the man. He soon came in my mouth. Then he told me to button him back up. I did so while still on my knees. Then he left, while I straightened my clothes.”

“How humiliating,” said Natascha. “In front of a waiter. Then what happened?”

“Sir Stephen turned to the young man. His name was Eric, and said ‘Now, Eric, it is your turn.’ I expected him to leap on me like a lion on a gazelle, but instead he asked Sir Stephen if he could take me to the hotel room he was staying in. Sir Stephen gave his permission and away we went. In the room, he told me to undress completely. I did so and once I was completely naked he walked around me and looked me over intently, asking about my brand, my pierced sex and the marks on my breasts where Sir Stephen had used a riding crop on them before we went to have lunch.”

“Yes, I remember Anne Marie once says your breasts were made for the crop,” said Natascha.

O continued, “Once Eric had finished questioning me, he had me kneel down and undress him. I still remember that as I unzipped his trousers he was already erect.”

“Yes, seeing a naked woman who has been abused often has that effect on a man. Especially, if she is kneeling. But, tell me O, why are you telling me this? What does it have to do with your feeling sorry for that miserable male slave that Madam Gisele whipped today?”

O responded, “That slave looked just like Eric. He could have been his twin. The whole time Madam Gisele was flogging him, I was thinking of Eric.”

“O, you are truly strange at times,” said Natascha. “Now let me go to sleep. I am curious to see the new women that the valet said will be coming tomorrow.”

O and Natascha were in the small room that they shared at Haus der Sklavin. It was the evening and both girls had spent the day assisting one of the dominatrixes tormenting a male slave that had been brought by his Mistress for further training. O felt very uncomfortable doing this, although her role had mainly been to observe and add to the poor slave’s humiliation by being watched by two females as his penis was flogged. Natascha had been the one to make sure that he was constantly erect without achieving orgasm. Seeing the male slave kneel before his tormentor was especially unsettling to O, as she had always been the one to kneel before.

When O mentioned this to Natascha, she replied, “At least you didn’t have to suck his tiny cock and listen to him moan and beg for release. And at least we weren’t the ones being whipped.”

“True enough,” said O. “But I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.”

“Pshh! Down deep he loved it,” said Natascha.

Their discussion was interrupted by the entry of a valet. “I am here to chain you to the bed for the night.” Both O and Natascha lay on their beds which were back to back. As the valet chained their wrists too the headboards, he said, “Oh, by the way, you’ll be getting some new ‘friends’ soon. I heard Mistress Gisele saying that two more women are due here – a nice German Frau and some French girl.” Then snapping his crop across Natascha’s thighs, he added, “But no Russians for you to talk to.”

Then he went to the door, turned out the light and exited. As O and Natascha lay there, they heard the valet lock the door from the outside.

She stepped up into the tub and O ran some warm water. Then both O and Natascha using cloths and sponges bathed Idetta, paying particular attention to her nether regions. As she washed her inner thigh, Natascha slipped a finger into Idetta who gasped a little. Then she gave her a quick kiss on the lips.

After the bath Idetta was led to the chair which reclined some. “Now we will fix your hair and make-up,” said O. Once in the chair Idetta went to cross her legs, but O told her that she must not do that or even close her legs. Thus by looking at her reflection in the mirror across the room, Idetta could see herself quite open. Open for O and Natascha or anyone who came in to see. Natascha then took electric clippers to Idetta’s pubic hair before applying a wax depilatory.

O was skilled at applying make-up, an art she had learned as a photographer and perfected during her time at Roissy. She penciled in eyebrows and liner around Idetta’s eyes before applying lip liner. Meanwhile Natascha applied a liquid on Idetta’s nipples which turned to a rich, very dark pink as it dried. Then she used the same liquid on the inner lips of Idetta’s sex. Idetta noticed that the liquid produced a distinct, almost unpleasant, sensation as it dried. When she mentioned it to Natascha, she replied, “It not only highlights, but also makes you constantly aware.” Once O and Natascha finished with the bath and make-up, it was time to perfume Idetta. Prior to tonight Idetta had always used a light airy fragrance, but O chose a heavy woodsy one. The perfume was applied to pulse points on Idetta’s wrists and neck, under her arms and the curve of her breasts. And, of course, her pubis, where it burned the tender skin. Idetta thought she might cry out but gritted her teeth and remained silent.

The girls then helped Idetta from the chair. Only then did O step back and admire her work. Studying the naked Idetta, O finally said, “Natascha was correct. You truly are beautiful.”

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“Oh, it certainly is,” added Zuri who then turned to Anne Marie and said, “And what was the additional discomfort you spoke about earlier?”

“Oh yes, I almost forgot,” answered Anne Marie. Then to Yvette, “Yvette go into my office and fetch the chastity belt and the tube of cream.” While Yvette went into Anne Marie’s office, she turned to Zuri and said, “You see, I have several chastity belts, usually to keep slaves from masturbating or as a means to insert dildos to enlarge the anal opening, very similar to how O was enlarged when she first came to Roissy. The one I have picked out for Natascha will have a 20 centimeter penis shaped dildo for her vagina and a smaller, say 11 centimeter, for her rear. Both are big enough that she will be constantly aware of them, especially after we swab some of the ointment on them.”

“Ointment?”

“Yes, it’s a combination that provides a heated sensation, sort of wintergreen, and itching irritation. It will work wonders on her bruised and swollen sex and rear. Natascha will be most uncomfortable on your train ride.”

“Oh, I absolutely love it! You are so wonderfully wicked, dear cousin,” said Zuri.

And from the dais where Natascha was still bound spread eagle, she saw from the corner of her eye little Yvette come back with a tube of liquid in one hand and a belt like device in the other. She groaned in anticipation.

Anne Marie said, “Let’s sit here a while and let Natascha contemplate her situation and how she came to Roissy.”

Zuri interrupted, And think on her future at Haus der Sklavin.”

Anne Marie chuckled. Then she took a cigarette, lit it, and exhaling smoke said, “And if you like, Yvette, you may masturbate while we wait.”

“Oh thank you, Mistress,” said Yvette reaching down below her waist.

In the Music Room: Part One

A few minutes later Natascha found herself in the music room, off from Anne Marie’s quarters at Roissy. It was quite similar to a room by the same name at Anne Marie’s residence at Samois. It was a room the far end of which formed a kind of raised rotunda; the ceiling, in the shape of a shallow cupola, was supported by two narrow columns set about six feet apart. This dais was about four steps high and, in the area between the columns, projected further into the room in a gentle arc. The floor of the rotunda, like that of the rest of the room, was covered with a dark wine coloured carpet. The walls were white, the curtains on the windows red, and the leather sofas set in a semicircle facing the rotunda were the same wine color as the carpet on the floor. In the rectangular portion of the room there was a fireplace which was wider than it was deep, and opposite the fireplace was a DVD player and radio. This was why it was called the music room, which communicated directly with Anne-Marie’s quarters and bedroom via a door near the fireplace. Aside from the DVD player and the sofas, the room had no furniture.

Little Yvette, visibly excited, had Natascha sit down on the edge of the platform, which with its center portion between the columns made a vertical drop to the floor - the steps having been placed to the left and right of the columns. Anne Marie walked to the dais where Yvette was waiting, and Zuri came in and sat on the nearest sofa. Natascha who had not seen this room before was surprised to note that it was a double door, and Anne-Marie, who was laughing said: “That’s so no one can hear you scream. And the walls are lined with cork. Don’t worry, no one can hear the slightest thing that goes on in here. Now lie down.”

Yvette took Natascha by both shoulders and laid her back, then pulled her slightly forward. Natascha’s hands were clutching the edge of the platform - Yvette having attached them to a ring set in the platform - and her buttocks were thus suspended in mid-air. Anne-Marie made her raise her legs toward her chest, then Natascha suddenly felt her legs, still doubled-up above her, being pulled taut in the same direction: straps had been fastened to her ankle bracelets and thence to the columns on either side, while she lay thus between them on this raised dais exposed in such a way that the only part of her which was visible was the double cleft of her womb and her buttocks violently quartered. Anne-Marie caressed the inside of Natscha’s thighs.

“It’s the most tender spot of the whole body,” she said, “be careful not to harm it. Not too hard now, Yvette, Cousin Zuri doesn’t want her marked too much”

Little Yvette was standing over Natascha, astride her at the level of her waist, and in the bridge formed by her short legs, Natascha could see the tassels of the whip Yvette was holding in her hand. As the first blows burned into her loins, Natascha moaned. Yvette alternated from left to right, paused, then started again. Natascha struggled with all her might, she did not want to grovel, she did not want to beg for mercy. But Yvette given the chance to dominate another girl struck harder and faster. The sweat from her small body, not used to such exertion, fell on Natascha’s body.

Natascha tried not to cry or beg for Yvette to stop, but it was no use. A minute later she could bear it no more, she screamed and burst into tears, while Anne-Marie caressed her face.

“Just a second longer,” she said, “and it will be over.” Then to Yvette, “Only five more minutes. She can scream for five minutes. It’s twenty-five past, Yvette. Stop when it’s half past, when I tell you to.” But Natascha was screaming: “No, no, for God’s sake don’t!” screaming that she couldn’t bear it, no, she couldn’t bear the torture another second. And yet she endured it to the bitter end, and after Yvette, her body glistening with sweat had left the little stage, Anne-Marie smiled at her.

“Thank her, thank Yvette” she said to Natascha, and she did.

As Anne Claire packed that afternoon for her new assignment, another woman was preparing to also leave France. Packing for Natascha at Roissy was much more simple.

Earlier that morning Anne Marie had a valet bring Natascha into her office where her cousin, Zuri, and Anne Marie’s current ‘favorite’ girl, Yvette were waiting with her. Zuri was sitting on the large leather sofa across from Anne Marie’s mahogany desk and little Yvette was standing behind her mistress. Yvette was dressed in a formal Roissy dress that constricted her already tiny waist but let her equally tiny breasts completely exposed. Of course, Natascha was naked save for the leather collar around her neck and leather bracelets at her wrists and ankles.

James, the valet, spoke up. “Here is the slave you said you wanted to see. She has not been whipped this morning.”

Anne Marie replied, “Very good, James.” Then Anne Marie turned to her cousin and said, “So Zuri, this is the other one you want to ‘borrow’ for Haus der Sklavin?”

Zuri replied, “Yes. I got a message from Hans. O will be delivered by noon today. Borrowing her and Natascha for a month or so will complete our bargain.”

Anne Marie asked, “And how will you transport her to Haus der Sklavin?” Zuri answered, “She will accompany me on the Train to Ulm where a driver will pick us up. I have brought some attire for her. We will leave shortly. But before I take possession, is there anything you would like to have done with her?”

“In fact, yes.” Answered Anne Marie. “I had thought about having her branded with an ‘R’ for Roissy but was afraid it might traumatize her too much. Instead we will just have her whipped as a slave and whore should be – on her sex with her legs spread wide. Then we’ll add some further discomfort, nothing too serious you know, for her on her train ride.”

“I love it,” said Zuri. “You are so deliciously cruel. I assume you’ll do the whipping yourself?”

“No, actually. Yvette was truly splendid last night. I though t I’d reward her by having her whip another slave. I once did that for O with another girl. It’s interesting, sometimes the most submissive slaves can be the cruelest when given a chance.”

Then Anne Marie turned to the valet, “James, please take her to the music room and secure her. We will be along shortly.” Then Anne Marie looked at Yvette and said, “Yvette, remove your dress. You should alway sbe completely naked when whipping another slave.” “Yes, Mistress,” replied little Yvette.