Chapter One - MISTRESS THOMASINA'S CHAMBERS

 

Angel was tied to a broad plank, tight ropes holding her down at ankles, knees, thighs, belly and breasts. Her hands were secured, crossed, above her head. She had waited a long time before the silk sheet covering her had been removed to reveal her helpless naked body to the sixteen year old girl who was now her Mistress. Her tall slender body slave, who had been denied a name by her Mistress, closely shadowed her. Angel had known Mistress Thomasina since she was twelve and had already had several painful experiences with the cruel girl. But now she was this young woman's property, hers to do as she pleased with Angel.

The Mistress opened her other presents. There was a large ball gag that was swiftly thrust into Angel's stretched jaws and secured behind her neck. A new whip was unwrapped; it was tested against Angel's helpless body. By the end of the present giving Angel wore an efficient blindfold, a thick butt plug lubricated with oil mixed with spices, which itched unbearably and four vibrating love balls in her vagina, giving her utter pleasure. Heavy weights hung down her sides from her nipple rings and down to the floor between her feet from her clit ring.

"Pleasure and pain, my little Angel," the Mistress smiled down, "and lots more to come, years and years and years."

The plank, with a terrified Angel still tied to it, was carried by two slave-girls to the rooms of her new Mistress and leaned against the wall, leaving her hanging almost vertically in her bonds. The Mistress entered her bed and was soon sleeping the sleep of the innocent, her feet pressed against the body of her nameless slave. In the middle of the night she called for two slaves and had them invert Angel, so her ankles held her weight.

Angel remained tied to the plank for several days, turned twice a day, ignored by her new Mistress, apart from a daily whipping. Slave-girls of the household cleaned her daily and fed and watered her. On the fourth day the girls were ordered to place the plank horizontally between two chairs, Angel hanging face down. Two cushions were placed on top of the plank where the Mistress sat as she took tea with a couple of her friends. The women were pleased to observe that their friend was not being soft on her new slave-girl.

Mistress Thomasina finally approached her, on the fifth day, with a cruel riding crop. Angel had been returned to an upright position.

"You are my slave," she said, slapping Angel's breast.

"Yes, Mistress," replied Angel.

"You are going to be good, aren't you?"

"Oh yes, Mistress."

"I am going to release you now, but only because I want to try out another new toy I received at my birthday party."

"Yes, Mistress."

Angel was released and walked around the room until she had regained her balance. The Mistress lifted a heavy steel bar with a manacle at each end and a chain attached to the centre of it, ending with a steel collar. When the manacles were locked onto Angel's ankles she realised why it was so heavy, the bar was a tube and inside were two further tubes, one connected to each ankle. The Mistress extended one of the tubes to its full length and locked it in place with a key, then extended and locked the other tube. Angel's legs were now stretched excruciatingly wide apart and as she stood there, the Mistress grasped her hair and forced her head down until she could lock the collar around Angel's neck. Spread, she was bent over with her head only two feet from the ground. Steel handcuffs were locked onto her wrists, hands behind her back and the Mistress strapped a brass dildo around her waist and savagely raped her slave-girl until she drew blood. Shocked and hurt, Angel was left standing there until nightfall. When she was released, stiff and aching, it was to perform the services of a foot warmer in the big bed. After making love to her nameless body slave the Mistress rubbed her feet over Angel's sore body, slipping her big toe into her vagina and crushing her breasts between her feet.

Angel could not remember when a Mistress had so cruelly used her. This was the first time she had been owned by a single Mistress; she was not happy to be in this situation, she loved men and had no interest in lesbian games. She was soon to find that her Mistress was a jealous woman and although she would occasionally lend Angel to her female friends, no man would be granted her use.

One day there was a knock at the door. The Mistress was toying with her body slave, who was tied spread-eagled to the bed.

"Answer that, slave," the Mistress barked, sucking her finger, which had just been inside the nameless girl's vagina.

Angel answered it to see three slave-girls carrying steel devices. The Mistress called them in, they were all tall and very muscular, two brunettes with smallish breasts poised on top of bulging pectorals and a blonde girl standing over six feet tall with large breasts and a body toned and trained to perfection, muscles rippling under her tanned skin. The steel devices were frames, each one thirty inches square with steel bars separating each square into four smaller squares, rather like window frames; there were six frames.

"Sit on this," the blonde said, indicating a frame lying on the floor. Angel obeyed, her Mistress watching. The blonde and one of the brunettes lifted one of the frames and fitted it into slots so that it stood upright behind Angel's back. Removing a spanner and two thick bolts from the bag, the blonde fitted a bolt into place, slipped a split washer over the other end, attached a nut and tightened it with the spanner, repeating this in the other corner. When the second bolt was secured the girls fitted frames on both sides of Angel and then one was bolted into place over her head. She was forced to duck her head down to accommodate the frame. Two of the big girls then pulled her partly out of the cage, slipped Angel's arms through the side 'windows' the two at the top and back, pushed her back in, lifting her feet and pulling them out sideways through the front 'windows'. Each of her wrists was manacled to the adjacent ankle, so she was spread out, knees bent, arms and legs outside the cage, open and available. Angel was unable to leave the cage. The final frame was then bolted into place; a chain was attached at the top and passed through a sturdy ring in the ceiling. It took the combined strength of the three girls to haul the tiny but heavy cage and its hapless occupant to a position about three feet above the floor, where it was secured. Angel's bottom slipped down through the 'window bars', the steel crossbar crushing her anus cruelly, she could not raise her head, she knew that the cage was built around her in order for her to spend time in it. The girls were dismissed and Angel was alone with the Mistress.

"Well, Angel, I hope you are comfortable in your little cage, you will soon get used to it. I intend to keep you in it for a few days." She reached into the cage and pushed two fingers into Angel's defenceless vagina, long fingernails scratching the tender membranes cruelly. She played with her slave, feeling her breasts and belly, pulling the rings at her lips and clitoris and tickling her feet. When Angel came close to orgasm the Mistress pushed a thick vibrator into her sex and switched the machine to full power. Angel moaned with pleasure as she instantly came to a climax; the Mistress watched until it passed and walked away. Ten hours later the vibrator was still buzzing away, but Angel was no longer deriving any joy, her pleasure circuits were overloaded.

After three days in the cage the Mistress introduced a friend to Angel, Mistress Constance. The friend plunged her fingers deep into the slave's vagina, which was just attainable over the bar supporting her weight. She squealed at the intrusion, which brought a smile to the woman's face.

"What a sweet little creature, you are lucky to have such a pretty plaything," she said.

"My slave can be made available, if you wish, when I release her from the cage," Mistress Thomasina replied.

"When will that be?"

"Oh, a little time yet, she's only been in the cage for three days. But we can still have fun."

The Mistress opened a drawer and drew out a paper package and three torpedo-shaped brass weights. The women attached the weights to Angel's nipple and clitoral rings, stretching her flesh downwards. They passed behind her and she heard a tinkling sound as the contents of the paper bag was emptied onto a metal tray. Angel yelled aloud as a needle was pushed under her skin over her shoulder blade. The needle was eased along under her skin for a couple of inches and then pushed out again. Angel sobbed. A second needle passed through her, this one over her other shoulder blade, drawing a further scream from the victim. The nameless body slave was chained to the wall opposite the cage and Angel caught a look of pity from the girl. The Mistresses, however, had no pity. When needles had been inserted into Angel from the nape of her neck to her bottom the women came round to the front. Angel saw just two needles left in the tray; she breathed a sigh of relief, her ordeal was almost over. Mistress Thomasina removed a second packet of needles from the drawer and Angel groaned in protest. The women were enjoying the little sounds she was making; it was proof that their technique was effective.

By the time the second packet of needles had run out Angel was almost unconscious, needles pierced her breasts, belly, sex lips, thighs and armpits. Several needles had been pushed between her toes and under her finger and toenails. The last dozen needles went into her face, through her nostrils, eyebrows, lips and earlobes. Satisfied at last, the women left the house to find a hot meal in one of the town's hotels.

Mistress Thomasina returned late that night, a little drunk and after having one of the hotel slaves perform cunnilingus on her she went to the cage; Angel was asleep. Angel moaned as her Mistress slapped her awake.

"I'm too tired to take out the needles tonight, perhaps tomorrow, if you're good." She took her body slave down and the slave undressed her and followed the Mistress into the bed. Snuggling up under the bed-sheets she employed the slave-girl's abdomen as a pillow. By morning the blood around the needles had dried hard and having them removed was almost as painful as having them inserted; it took a long time.

The Mistress held parties for her women friends, no men were allowed and the women could use Angel to suit their particular tastes. They made love to each other and ordered their slave-girls to perform for their enjoyment. The parties could go on for days at a time. There could be up to twenty or so women and most would bring a slave-girl, so the parties became a riot of obscene sex acts. Angel was regularly tortured in her cage and almost all the women persuaded the Mistress to lend her out as soon as she was released from her bondage: Mistress Thomasina never refused such a request.

Often the Mistress went to parties, taking her body slave with her. Angel would hang in the cage, in the dark, for days on end. At irregular intervals a slave-girl would bring her food and water. When the slave came and washed Angel and removed the waste bucket from below the cage Angel knew that her Mistress would be shortly returning.

Angel was kept in the cage for four hundred days, one year on this world. When finally released she was hung up from her wrists, carrying heavy weights on her ankles, for three days. This served to stretch her body and started her muscles to work. Then the body slave spent ten days massaging and exercising Angel, working out of doors under the hot sun, so Angel could gain a bit of colour to her skin, which had gone dead white during her year in the cage.

Angel was introduced to a posture trainer, a fiendish device consisting of a steel tube sliding over a vertical pole. Attached to the pole slightly above the ground was an ankle spreader into which the occupant was locked. At the top of the steel tube was a curved metal bar sticking outwards and a square wooden board with a hundred sharp needles driven into the wood. The tube was moved up the pole until the curved bar nestled against Angel's sex lips. The Mistress opened her slave's sex lips to allow the bar to kiss her clitoris and locked the tube into place; the board was now positioned behind Angel's bottom. She swiftly discovered that a forward movement was impossible, the upwardly curving and serrated blade punishing any movement, and any backward motion brought the needles to bear on her naked bottom. Any slouching also brought the needles into action. Her wrists were tied high up her back, preventing her using them for balance. She remained in the cruel device for six hours, by which time she was desperate to escape from the cruel device.

The following day she was returned to the posture trainer, but this time she was posed on tiptoes. For six hours a day Angel was kept on tiptoe, keeping her back straight, holding her balance to avoid the pain of the needles and the serrated bar, a feat that she eventually managed to achieve. After twenty days her time in the device was increased to seven hours a day and increased by an extra hour every ten days until she could remain standing for ten hours a day. After thirty days training her calves, ankles and foot muscles had become strong enough for her to accompany the Mistress on shopping trips into the town, remaining on her toes as she heeled the Mistress. On returning from a trip out Angel was returned to the cruel device.

"We cannot let you go into the street naked," the Mistress had said, on the first day, "it will be an incitement to the men to touch your body." She went to a cupboard and returned with a slave costume.

It consisted of six transparent silk ribbons, each one half an inch wide which were fastened to her collar, descending to her hips, three strips down her front and three down her back. Every slight breeze lifted the gossamer light silk from Angel's body, so her charms were constantly on display. She had felt happy when the Mistress had ordered a slave costume, now she realised it was just another humiliation, the ribbons hid nothing, the men looked on with admiring looks, the women with scornful sneers. The nameless body slave heeled the Mistress totally nude, as always, but Angel felt more naked in this mockery of a costume. The light silk caressed her tantalisingly, exciting her, but although the men looked on, none touched her. By the time the shopping trip was over, Angel was desperate with need. The Mistress was aware of this and bound Angel's wrists behind her back and placed her onto the posture trainer.

"Sweet dreams, little slave," the Mistress cooed.

Mistress Thomasina enjoyed shopping; she now had access to her father's money and loved spending it. Angel would be dressed in humiliating little dresses, short, sleeveless and back-less with necklines plunging below her navel and the sides slit from hem to ribs or little loin cloths, rectangular or triangular, which were wrapped around her hips, leaving her bare breasted. The most humiliating costume was a three-inch square of silk which hung over her vulva from a thin chain wrapped over her hips. Only totally transparent silk was used, so what little of Angel's body was covered was still on view. Of course, footwear and underclothes were not allowed and no headgear, even under the hottest sun. The Mistress rarely wore a hat, except for special occasions, she was shielded from the sun by a parasol which the body slave held aloft, ensuring that her Mistress was shaded at all times; by the end of the day the body slave's arms ached terribly.

Another humiliation was when she wore just a coat of paint, the Mistress deeming this sufficient covering. Many times Angel was turned out like this. Her entire body would be covered with gold, silver or bronze, leaving only a small breathing patch at the base of her spine. Mistress Thomasina favoured the silver paint but also used coloured paint, bright blues and greens, yellow, mauve and purple. Whatever colour she was painted, her finger and toe nails were coloured the same, only her lips, nipples and sex wore a different colour; when she wore yellow paint her lips would be a dark plum, her mouth looking like a bloody slash across her face. Bright red lips went with gold paint and bright blue with silver. Mistress Thomasina always wore clothes coloured to complement her slave-girl's body paint. The Mistress permitted Angel to see herself in the mirror before going out and Angel was often horrified; to be in public in such a 'costume' was terribly humiliating. This was the first time Angel had seen her reflection since the end of her passion slave training and she was astounded how beautiful she had become. She remembered admiring herself in her bathroom mirror the night the slavers came for her, but that girl was moonlight compared to sunlight, Angel's aura of beauty and sexuality and her sweet submissiveness had transformed her from an office secretary to a houri.

The first time she was painted scarlet, with frosted pink lips and nipples, she was reminded of Master Richard who, when she was training as a passion slave, had trained her for a 'Wheelbarrow Race', Angel's arms standing in as the wheels. On the day of the race he had arrived naked, except for a red cape and a red leather pouch holding his scrotum, covered in scarlet paint, with little white horns on his forehead, a spiked tail and a whip shaped like a trident. With his thick penis in her vagina he raced against other 'Wheelbarrows' over a ten-mile course. Fortunately for Angel he drove her so hard that she won, saving her from a terrible beating.

True to her promise, the Mistress loaned Angel to her friends, sometimes for days at a time and when she was returned, the Mistress would search her body for signs of ill treatment. If there were no marks, or the marks showing were considered insufficient, Angel would be soundly beaten as it was the Mistress's intention to keep Angel's body marked at all times.

Mistress Constance took charge of Angel for fifty days. Her favourite pastime was pony racing, she owned a stable of twenty pony girls and trained them to run singly or in pairs, drawing small lightweight gigs, or in four, six and eight teams pulling heavier carriages. She also owned a stagecoach that would be drawn by all twenty of her pony girls.