folly 2

When she had agreed to come here. Foolishly & rather rashly she now suddenly felt. To research & journal a world where men are quite literally masters & women their legal slaves. She had not expected to wake up here. Naked & on a hard stone floor. But here she was without mistake, the air felt cleaner, slightly richer in texture. gravity felt slightly more pressing. The atmosphere smelt & felt more sensuous & full of flavour. There was no doubting it the world & her existence felt more vital & alive here than it had ever felt on earth.

The stone room was very dim, lit only from a small grating opening upwards, she was below ground. No sky was visible through the slit-like opening and it was solidly barred. Not even the faintest breeze permeated down here. The airlessness of the cell or kennel was oppressively still & quiet. As her eyes adjusted to the gloom she stood up and walked over to the heavy wooden door. There was no handle on the inside and as she suspected it was locked. She didn’t call out or hammer on the timber angrily. For one she could tell the door would not even resonate or budge the slightest under her hardest blows. And on the other hand she felt too meek & cowed by her female nudity to demand attention. The lack of handle or keyhole on the inner side of the door, indicated to her that this was a place of confinement and that passivity was expected from the captives.

The stone cell was quite small, low and primitive. There was no furniture whatsoever and the cut rock although clean & smooth was rough hewn & unfinished. On one wall, underneath, the only lighting provided by the grating there were affixed some low mirrors, at kneeling height. And accompanying the mirrors were pots of cosmetics & brushes, scents, rouges kohl, & lip glosses. She examined the pots briefly, noting there were all cheap slutty colours. There was a basket of multicoloured silk garments too. All equally flimsy, glossy & totally sheer, all tight fitting & demeaningly tiny. There was also no panties & there was a surfeit of what looked like small shimmery mouth veils. Like the cosmetics the fabric was as lurid & slutty as the cut of the garments. Quite obviously these were garments that men wanted to see the women they owned wearing. Even in the bedroom this type of fabric and style would be shunned by all but the lowest most servile women on earth. Perhaps a prostitute utterly cowed by her pimp, totally lacking any self confidence or esteem, her only self worth the money her pimp received for her use. Here this was the garmenture imposed on females by their masters. A women clad thusly would be in no doubt of her total inferiority. Of whom was the beneficiary of her exploited sexuality. Who was to please & who was to be pleased.

She had been given only a brief quite sketchy outline of what to expect here. Having expected to be briefed further & in much more depth, before coming here. One thing she remembered was that slavegirls were expected to be veiled at all times. Looking around her she spotted an yellow veil lying next to where she had woken on the floor. Was she expected to wear it ?. She picked it up and was immediately scandalized by the sensuous sheeny feel, it was also completely transparent. It was clean, but had a trace residue of an intimate shaming sexual odour. Also there was a very faint but definite indent on the lip area.

Then she saw the solid wooden stocks & the selection of utile whips hanging besides it. Ranging from a riding crop in shape to a brutal looking shortened bullwhip. With a growing sense of disquiet she clutched the veil in one hand, and reached out a timid hand to the riding crops tab. Barely daring to touch it, just allowing the tips of her to brush on the leather. All the whips were well worn with use, but this one seemed the most well used, almost comfortable in appearance, like an old leather jacket. Its blade had been worn by use. The straight blade was now more shiny & polished where it had repeatedly contacted flesh. The flesh had given way the blade was still rigid, it did not yield to the soft rear quarters of slaves. It was an implement of pain & punishment, for the discipline of owned women.

. The other thing she recalled from the sketchy brief was that physical punishment was common & deemed appropriate for women here. She hastily put the tiny veil on nervously, almost fumbling with fright as her fingers fastened the tiny cord behind her ears. It immediately began to dampen with her breath & mould itself to her mouth. The fabric felt sensuously alive, warm and slimy on her lips. The warm moisture of her breath also brought the faint smell of stale sex to life in the fabric. Her mouth & olfactory senses invaded & flavoured by the scent, as the veil slipped in & out of her lips with each breath. She felt humiliated by the smell but was too frightened now to remove it. Also she felt curiously, if not comforted but quietened by the garment. Totally nude apart from the tiny veil she felt a meek acceptance of the obedience required by her sex. Wearing the veil now she reached out & touched one of the whip blades slightly less timidly now, but still almost in awe of the whip & what it represented. The leather was thick & inflexible but pliant at the same time, supple with use.

Her imagination painted that use with a vivid & frightening intensity, a girl sobbing, in pain & fear, under the whip. The master stern & obdurate, unreceptive to her pleading as he punishes the naked slave in the stock. The leather snapping loudly on her nude vulnerable behind. Then in tears as her minds eye revealed the sobbing girl locked in the stocks to be herself. So strong was her emotional response to the image. She found herself strongly drawn to kneel before the whip & kiss, to bruise her lips on the leather. She knelt before the whip for a long time, her emotions swirling, before she pulled herself away.

Instead she went over to one of the mirrors & examined herself, kneeling to see herself properly. While she peered into the mirror absent mindedly she adjusted her hair over the veil. So that the sheen of her blonde hair framed the yellow of her veil & contrasting prettily with the deep blue of her eyes . With a gulp she confirmed what had been troubling her. She had always been attractive but thin. Now she was still slender but exceedingly voluptuous & trim, Sexy & petite at the same time. Her body was also completely hairless, not shaved or waxed but hairless as in never grown. Just soft smooth flawless peachy skin. Her skin felt so soft & smooth as if she had been freshly dipped in baby oil. It made her feel even more naked. Her breasts were fuller nipples were smaller & more pert, her bottom lovely & rounded, waist so narrow, her navel sweeter. Her lips fuller, lashes more lush & long even her eyes deeper and bigger.

For what seemed like an age she knelt kneeling looking at herself, wondering how. She didn’t wonder why in the back of her mind she knew why, & it frightened her. She was also grateful, she was a babe. In secret she had always been jealous of pretty girls at university. The sort of girls who men seem to gather round at parties. But also the sort of girls who flutter towards the slightly older, more confident handsome stronger males and seem rapt in attendance to these men. She had always secretly been drawn to strong dominant men, but always reticent to admit this against the prevalent equalitarian ethos, and too timorous to approach such men. She still knew she was unworthy of their company & conversations, however she know felt she might be worthy of their sexual attentions. The word unuttered in her head lips was bimbo, the word emblazoned on her body was kajira or pleasure slave.

As her ears adjusted to the near total silence of the room, she began to discern, some tiny, almost imperceptible bell like sounds, some heavily muffled moaning. She turned and looked at the wall behind her. What she had thought was a stone wall was in fact a heavy leather curtain, closed with two substantial buckles. And the tiny noises were coming from behind the curtain. For a long time she knelt looking at the curtain afraid, just listening, but finally her curiosity wouldn’t allow her to ignore the sounds.

Trembling the undid the two buckles, they were quite sturdy & heavy. Then she drew back the thick quite inflexible curtain, to reveal the sturdy steel bars of a recessed cage, with a low locked gate, only just high enough to crawl through. Inside the cage, which would be considered cramped & inhumane for a single dog were 20 slavegirls.

The locked extremely cramped enclosure was only just high enough to kneel in. The flooring was a thinly padded crimson leather mat, the inside of the curtain was a matching sensuous red. With the curtain closed the inside of the cage was pitch black.

The girls were all nude were absolutely stunningly beautiful. Each girl was chained hand and foot, no braceleted hand and foot. The ankles closely together, the wrists joined together and held behind their backs in the small of their backs by the cincher chain around the waist. Each girl was quite thoroughly gagged. A large hard leather ball that expanded & swelled inside the mouth to completely & naturally fill the oral cavity. Lips were then closed & the attached broad leather belt, buckled tightly & locked behind her head. That accounted for the tiny muffled moans. The delicate silver slave bells that were attached to the girls on the nipples & in the most intimate of places, accounted for the ringing.

As she opened the curtain the girls quickly lined up, pressed their faces to the far wall. They were all squirming quite helplessly. The backs of their upper thighs rather slick. Also evident on each girls buttock a pretty pink scar, the same scar, that appeared to be a symbol or letter. She shivered with fright as she realized the scar was a brand, red hot metal burned into flesh. The slave shrieking with agony as the metal sizzled into her burning flesh. She felt a surge of panic quickly looking around at her own buttocks, had she been branded whilst unconscious ?. No, at least not yet. She needn’t have worried she would be fully awake when her own flesh was marked.

The girls knelt facing the wall in gagged silence. Often one or two, or all might be instructed to face forwards and display themselves. Or be ungagged so they may beg to serve masters pleasure. Pleading to be raped. However in this case no male instruction had been given. & the fearful girls remained kneeling faces pressed to the far wall. Eyes were kept obediently firmly closed. The slaves were vulnerable & uncertain in the unexpectedness of the situation. Women are disciplined harshly here, slavegirls are punished strictly but also arbitrarily. Often no given reason, & none are needed. Her rules are his will, at his whim punishment physical & deliberately painful & humiliating. Nonetheless each girl struggled to display her rear attractively as if for male scrutiny, silently, pathetically pleading to be chosen to serve him. A palpable sense of vulnerable apprehension emanated from the cage, from the trembling girls. Her eyes strayed to the whips again she shivered and tasted the fear suffused into the thin fabric of her veil, she shuddered.

“Please” she whispered her voice was trembling hoarse with fear.

“Please this girl is frightened”

What alarmed her even further was that she was speaking the native tongue, albeit with an accent but fluently. And she was speaking of herself in the 3rd person, there is no feminine ‘I’ here. Slaves are not persons.

In her sleep the translation serum had begun its work, gradually replacing English with slave language, not really a language at all but an association of passions and emotional responses, of menial tasks derisively depicted, accentuating her lack of intrinsic value & any inherent value to her chores. Her life was one of rape & her only consequence the pleasure her master had in fucking her. The words loaded with submissive inferiority & effacing appeasing obedience. Each world when a male condescended to speak with her, had several pejorative inferences. Kajira; branded slave, worthless, fuck toy, to be disciplined, pleasure slave, property, animal, valueless & so on depending on his tone. But in her tone she was all of those & pathetically grateful to be permitted to speak at all. This was the only language permitted to her, how her thoughts and self image was constructed. Language effectively put her in her place.

Not one girl had turned round. Not one had the temerity to turn in the slightest. They all kept their faces firmly pressed to the far wall, eyes tightly shut. The almost molten clammy sexual fear palpable & sticky in the air. These women were kept under male discipline, for male pleasure. The unexpected female rather than male voice behind the cage alarmed the girls even further. The moist torrid aroma from within the cage was so overpowering with the female needs, it filled the air overpowering the olfactory senses. With each inhalation they breathed & savoured, chocked on their helpless sexual frustrations. The heat of the girls oppressive as it emanated from the cage. Each girl would be simmering with sexual need, gagged and isolated in imposed silence, in the darkness but pressed close to the flesh of the other girls. This was further evident & slick on the girls inner thighs, they were all squirming & grinding their hips & inner thighs, slowly, quite involuntarily in their own juices.

How pleasant it must be for the men here, she thought to herself, to have such pretty obedient women as slaves. She tried to be indignant, but she was shamefully pleased to be considered lovely enough by such men.

Her silly umbrage was to be proved quite ridiculous.

“Get away from that cage now” ordered a male voice behind her.

He was right behind her and dangling a whip casually from his fist.

The girls in the cage were suddenly terrified, as was she. They had visibly paled and stilled their bodies in fright, there was an absolute. Silence. To her utter ignominy she had nearly wet herself at the voice. She was crimson with shame.

She had yet to learn that she would not be permitted the free use of her bowels here. Despite having a very primitive appearance it is actually quite advanced technologically. Slaves are kept fed, given extravenous sustenance via the greasy soap used to clean themselves. Obviating the inconvenience of toileting & feeding them. The glop itself was a simple very inexpensive chemical composition. The soap lathered into a slimy loose jelly like coating & accounted for the soft baby oil skin as it melted into her pores. As it was absorbed into the body & expended its nutritional value it caused the girls the unpleasant sensation of an overly full bladder. Causing her to wriggle & writhe with discomfort in her dark & cramped captivity in the cage. This would actually be very simple to correct. However her discomposure was of little consequence & her distress quite intended. She is that much more vulnerable and tender to the whip in such a state of physical unease. In fact no waste is generated at all, all is absorbed & used by her body.

Food & drink, were like her body, for male pleasure only.

But she still felt like she had nearly wet herself, still felt that hot shame between her legs.

“On all fours”

She had obeyed instantly, now kneeling before him nude & frightened. Feeling now that her shame was utterly exposed.

He regarded her in silence, all she could see were his sandaled feet, hear her pounding heart.

After a long few seconds of silence she could bear it no longer “Please this girl didn’t mean to offend, this girl was only curious” she barely managed to whisper, yet it felt like she was gushing and blurting.

His response was curt “Be silent girl, and curiosity is unbecoming in a kajira.” She was nothing.

There was uncompromising strictness in his voice, but also derision and amusement. As if to emphasise his point he sniffed the air alluding to what was evident on her demeanour. Naked women are easy to read. They are ravaged by powerful, rampant but quite unsophisticated emotions. Betrayed by their pretty bodies. Hotly she flushed red with almost liquid embarrassment.

“Get away from the cage”

She crawled away from the cage quickly.

He opened the low gate and pressed the tab of the whip between one of the girls buttocks. Into her wetness & lifting her with the leather. She moaned into her gag fearfully.

“Out here now!”

The girl selected sobbed & quickly crawled out of the cage. On all fours, except that her wrists were braceleted behind her, so she shuffled on her knees as gracefully as her closely chained ankles permitted her.

She was silent fumbling with the curtain closing it as quickly as her trembling fingers would allow.

She was led outside the cell to a large airy hall & instructed to kneel besides a large chair & wait.

She did so in silence.

When he returned nearly an hour later

another smaller room and locked inside with no further explanation.

“Get that curtain closed now” ordered a male voice behind her





One girl turned round cautiously, a couple of the others glanced round furtively, quickly turning back. Most remained firmly facing the wall. Later all would be punished. She kept their eyes lowered submissively, frightened she had been in total darkness in the cage so needed a few seconds to adjust to the light. The effect was quite pleasing as her eyelashes fluttered frantically viewed from above. The slave was brunette with straight silky hair down to her bottom. She looked up meeting the blondes eyes. As she looked into her deep brown eyes the blonde gasped involuntary, she was so beautiful. As their eyes met, tears of shared humiliation welled in her & the captive’s in the cage. Tears of sexual frustration swelling in her eyes. The fetid hot aroma from within the cage was overpowering with the female need evident & slick on the girls inner thighs. The heat of the girls oppressive as it emanated from the cage. Each girl would be simmering with sexual need, gagged and alone, in the darkness but pressed close to the flesh of the other girls. The brunette went pale with fear and hurriedly looked away back to the wall.