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The Schism
Part 2

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That car ride was the last I took for many years. Mistress Vanda ordered us to strip and, with us both tipsy and keen to get to the action, we eagerly obeyed. Besides, clothes were the last thing I wanted on, in the oppressively hot car interior. Ruth took our bundled clothes as our new Mistress fastened light leather collars about our throats. Next, our wrists were secured behind us and finally, we were each gagged with a bright red ball gag.

We were by that point kneeling on the floor of the limo by Mistress Vanda's feet. For some minutes, not much happened. From the floor of the car, I could see little outside. Street lights and the tops of buildings I did not recognise passed by as the car wove a route through the city. Mistress Vanda was wearing a silk gown of midnight blue. Tight about her torso, the skirts were voluminous and competed for space with Jenny and me.

Then I did see a sight I recognised out of a window. A large white board with black lettering, the top two lines warning, "YOU ARE LEAVING THE AMERICAN SECTOR."

The door on the opposite side opened, and as cool air rushed in to chill me, Ruth handed our clothes, plus a thick brown envelope, to a man in military uniform. This was Check Point Charlie, and we were entering East Germany. I moaned in fear into my gag, and Mistress Vanda rested a soothing hand on my shoulder.

"Don't worry, my dears. You are quite safe. Plus, I promise you will be returned to your hotel and your belongings tomorrow if you wish." The calming hand became a light finger tracing the collar about my throat. "But while in the East, you must stay with me. If the authorities find you abroad with no papers, they'll treat you as spies. Most likely, you'd be shot."

The door was closed, and the car moved on. It quickly stopped again, and another envelope was handed to another soldier. Though, this time, they wore an East German uniform.

"There, girls," sighed our captor, "all through. Now it's about an hour to my home. So let us get to know each other a bit better." Mistress nodded at Ruth, and Jenny's gag was removed.

"What is your name, slave?" Inquired Vanda bending forward and stroking my friend's cheek.

"Jennifer, Mistress," whispered Jenny, clearly lost in Mistress' gaze.

"You are bisexual, Jennifer," It was not a question, but Jenny nodded anyway. "Do you like pain, slave?"

"Sometimes, Mistress, if it's the right sort."

"A good answer," responded our Mistress as Ruth removed my gag too.

"Your name, dear?" Mistress asked, turning to me.

"Sydney, Mistress," I gushed, wondering if I was too keen.

"An unusual name, but a pretty one," she looked up at Ruth. "You are getting better at this, dear. This one is a potential famula, well done."

"Thank you, Mistress," replied the shadow figure behind us.

"Indeed, once she is properly collared, start her training for the role. Ensure too that she serves plenty of time in the creche." I was a little alarmed at this, but a combination of the alcohol already consumed and Vanda's soothing touches soon had me calmed down once more.

"Slave Sydney, I am pleased with my Famula, Ruth, for bringing you and your friend to me this evening. Show me how devoted a slave you can be by putting your tongue to use in Ruth's quim for me. I'll reward you if you can get her screaming before we arrive."

So it was that I spent the rest of the journey with my head buried between Ruth's thighs. I'd never tasted such a sweet pussy and was surprised at the number of silver rings set in the dark lips of Ruth's moist slit. I used every trick I knew but failed to elicit even a lusty moan from the woman. I looked up when the car stopped to see her smiling down at me.

"That was very good, slave, I enjoyed it immensely. Don't be concerned that I did not climax. I need permission from my owner, and did not have it." She leaned in and attached a leather leash to the collar locked about my throat. "Once you have joined our family officially, I'll train you to be so good I at least struggle to keep my composure."

So, naked, and on the end of a leash, I was led from the car. The fresh cool night air was a temporary relief as the interior we entered was equally furnace hot. I could not see the building into which I was directed. But I got the sense of a huge looming edifice such as a burg. Inside the floor was cool flagstones with wood panel walls. I would have happily crawled on all fours to escape the heat in the air. Another door and stone steps led down to a dungeon.

No other word for it. A real dungeon, looking exactly like the sort of place that word evokes. Stone walls and columns, braziers of glowing coals, manacles hanging from chains, heavily barred doors and all manner of bondage furniture. Depending on your tastes, the stuff of dreams or nightmares.

Personally, I was starting to get worried. I prefer a playroom with white walls, a gleaming floor and leather padded furniture. Perhaps some medical gear, or some stainless steel fetters for show. A nice display of impact toys and some sex toys in evidence can work as well.

This was far too medieval for me. I could see no toys, and it looked more like the place you would first be racked before being executed in an iron maiden.

"Sydney first Ruth, I'll put Jennifer in a cell for now," informed Mistress Vanda.

"Yes, Mistress," responded Ruth.

Fear gripped me as Ruth proceeded to attach my wists to chains hanging from the ceiling. There had been no negotiation. No safe word was offered. I tried to resist, but Ruth was freakishly strong.

"Mistress, please tell me Mistress Vanda plays safely?"

"Silly slave, Mistress Vanda does not play. This is not a game. Mistress is about to feed off you. You are about to have the most incredible sexual experience of your short life."

"Feed off me?" My mind was racing with thoughts of vampires. But it did not fit. No lust for blood or shying from mirrors. Was she right? Was I about to die?

"Your pain, slave," grinned Ruth as she stretched me out. "Your agony will nourish Mistress in ways you cannot comprehend. Then after, if you elect to stay, your pain will sustain her young."

"How much pain?"

"Too much to bear, slave."

"I want this to stop. I withdraw consent." I was panicking now, pulling at the chains. The sweat running freely from my skin was added to through fear as well as the sweltering heat. But the chains had no slack or give and held me fast.

"Far too late for that, slave." Standing from adjusting a manacle on my ankle Ruth licked the sweat from my cheek. She then grasped my jaw and whispered in my ear, "Slave, you will never be free again. Later you will beg for Mistress to keep you. She will offer you a choice between slavery and freedom, and you will choose to be enslaved. You will plead for her collar, and to serve as her pain slut, for the rest of your life. You will weep with joy when she grants you your wish, even though you know it means you will never see your family again. I know this because I did. I am certain because everyone has. Your friend will too. Your fate is sealed. But, before that happy moment, when you sell your soul to feel again as you just had. Pain. Agony like you have never suffered. There'll be no silly safe words. This is not roleplay. This is most certainly not consensual. This is you, in real bondage, being tortured, before you are enslaved for life."

Ruth then turned and walked away. No backward glance. I stared at her as she walked. I could not believe what she had said. Surely, it was theatrics. A scripted monologue to instil fear and anticipation. But what if it was not? I did not want to be a slave for life. I loved my family. I loved my life as it was. I was young with the world at my feet. Nothing could induce me to throw that away.

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Previous chapter;

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The Schism
Part 2

Text by JDLong
Illustration by Link

That car ride was the last I took for many years. Mistress Vanda ordered us to strip and, with us both tipsy and keen to get to the action, we eagerly obeyed. Besides, clothes were the last thing I wanted on, in the oppressively hot car interior. Ruth took our bundled clothes as our new Mistress fastened light leather collars about our throats. Next, our wrists were secured behind us and finally, we were each gagged with a bright red ball gag.

We were by that point kneeling on the floor of the limo by Mistress Vanda's feet. For some minutes, not much happened. From the floor of the car, I could see little outside. Street lights and the tops of buildings I did not recognise passed by as the car wove a route through the city. Mistress Vanda was wearing a silk gown of midnight blue. Tight about her torso, the skirts were voluminous and competed for space with Jenny and me.

Then I did see a sight I recognised out of a window. A large white board with black lettering, the top two lines warning, "YOU ARE LEAVING THE AMERICAN SECTOR."

The door on the opposite side opened, and as cool air rushed in to chill me, Ruth handed our clothes, plus a thick brown envelope, to a man in military uniform. This was Check Point Charlie, and we were entering East Germany. I moaned in fear into my gag, and Mistress Vanda rested a soothing hand on my shoulder.

"Don't worry, my dears. You are quite safe. Plus, I promise you will be returned to your hotel and your belongings tomorrow if you wish." The calming hand became a light finger tracing the collar about my throat. "But while in the East, you must stay with me. If the authorities find you abroad with no papers, they'll treat you as spies. Most likely, you'd be shot."

The door was closed, and the car moved on. It quickly stopped again, and another envelope was handed to another soldier. Though, this time, they wore an East German uniform.

"There, girls," sighed our captor, "all through. Now it's about an hour to my home. So let us get to know each other a bit better." Mistress nodded at Ruth, and Jenny's gag was removed.

"What is your name, slave?" Inquired Vanda bending forward and stroking my friend's cheek.

"Jennifer, Mistress," whispered Jenny, clearly lost in Mistress' gaze.

"You are bisexual, Jennifer," It was not a question, but Jenny nodded anyway. "Do you like pain, slave?"

"Sometimes, Mistress, if it's the right sort."

"A good answer," responded our Mistress as Ruth removed my gag too.

"Your name, dear?" Mistress asked, turning to me.

"Sydney, Mistress," I gushed, wondering if I was too keen.

"An unusual name, but a pretty one," she looked up at Ruth. "You are getting better at this, dear. This one is a potential famula, well done."

"Thank you, Mistress," replied the shadow figure behind us.

"Indeed, once she is properly collared, start her training for the role. Ensure too that she serves plenty of time in the creche." I was a little alarmed at this, but a combination of the alcohol already consumed and Vanda's soothing touches soon had me calmed down once more.

"Slave Sydney, I am pleased with my Famula, Ruth, for bringing you and your friend to me this evening. Show me how devoted a slave you can be by putting your tongue to use in Ruth's quim for me. I'll reward you if you can get her screaming before we arrive."

So it was that I spent the rest of the journey with my head buried between Ruth's thighs. I'd never tasted such a sweet pussy and was surprised at the number of silver rings set in the dark lips of Ruth's moist slit. I used every trick I knew but failed to elicit even a lusty moan from the woman. I looked up when the car stopped to see her smiling down at me.

"That was very good, slave, I enjoyed it immensely. Don't be concerned that I did not climax. I need permission from my owner, and did not have it." She leaned in and attached a leather leash to the collar locked about my throat. "Once you have joined our family officially, I'll train you to be so good I at least struggle to keep my composure."

So, naked, and on the end of a leash, I was led from the car. The fresh cool night air was a temporary relief as the interior we entered was equally furnace hot. I could not see the building into which I was directed. But I got the sense of a huge looming edifice such as a burg. Inside the floor was cool flagstones with wood panel walls. I would have happily crawled on all fours to escape the heat in the air. Another door and stone steps led down to a dungeon.

No other word for it. A real dungeon, looking exactly like the sort of place that word evokes. Stone walls and columns, braziers of glowing coals, manacles hanging from chains, heavily barred doors and all manner of bondage furniture. Depending on your tastes, the stuff of dreams or nightmares.

Personally, I was starting to get worried. I prefer a playroom with white walls, a gleaming floor and leather padded furniture. Perhaps some medical gear, or some stainless steel fetters for show. A nice display of impact toys and some sex toys in evidence can work as well.

This was far too medieval for me. I could see no toys, and it looked more like the place you would first be racked before being executed in an iron maiden.

"Sydney first Ruth, I'll put Jennifer in a cell for now," informed Mistress Vanda.

"Yes, Mistress," responded Ruth.

Fear gripped me as Ruth proceeded to attach my wists to chains hanging from the ceiling. There had been no negotiation. No safe word was offered. I tried to resist, but Ruth was freakishly strong.

"Mistress, please tell me Mistress Vanda plays safely?"

"Silly slave, Mistress Vanda does not play. This is not a game. Mistress is about to feed off you. You are about to have the most incredible sexual experience of your short life."

"Feed off me?" My mind was racing with thoughts of vampires. But it did not fit. No lust for blood or shying from mirrors. Was she right? Was I about to die?

"Your pain, slave," grinned Ruth as she stretched me out. "Your agony will nourish Mistress in ways you cannot comprehend. Then after, if you elect to stay, your pain will sustain her young."

"How much pain?"

"Too much to bear, slave."

"I want this to stop. I withdraw consent." I was panicking now, pulling at the chains. The sweat running freely from my skin was added to through fear as well as the sweltering heat. But the chains had no slack or give and held me fast.

"Far too late for that, slave." Standing from adjusting a manacle on my ankle Ruth licked the sweat from my cheek. She then grasped my jaw and whispered in my ear, "Slave, you will never be free again. Later you will beg for Mistress to keep you. She will offer you a choice between slavery and freedom, and you will choose to be enslaved. You will plead for her collar, and to serve as her pain slut, for the rest of your life. You will weep with joy when she grants you your wish, even though you know it means you will never see your family again. I know this because I did. I am certain because everyone has. Your friend will too. Your fate is sealed. But, before that happy moment, when you sell your soul to feel again as you just had. Pain. Agony like you have never suffered. There'll be no silly safe words. This is not roleplay. This is most certainly not consensual. This is you, in real bondage, being tortured, before you are enslaved for life."

Ruth then turned and walked away. No backward glance. I stared at her as she walked. I could not believe what she had said. Surely, it was theatrics. A scripted monologue to instil fear and anticipation. But what if it was not? I did not want to be a slave for life. I loved my family. I loved my life as it was. I was young with the world at my feet. Nothing could induce me to throw that away.

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