CHAPTER ONE
Helen sat in the bottom of the cage, her arms wrapped about her knees as she hugged them close. Was she insane? She'd agreed to something only a mad woman would do. Tests--foolish tests in order to become the slave of a man she barely knew. A man who had grabbed her from the bar just because she'd tried to follow her boss there.
It was a foolish move now that she had the time to think it through. Locked in a cage she had nothing but time on her hands. Every move she'd made since Vince had grabbed her, had been replayed as she searched for the answers to questions she couldn't form. It made no sense.
Vince hadn't spoken to her, or even looked at her since he'd locked Helen in the cage over five hours ago. Her bladder ached with the need to empty, but she couldn't do anything about it. She'd rested, slept, even gone into a half trance as while staring at the door, but now she needed the bathroom.
The door finally opened, but it wasn't Vince. Helen frowned, but stayed silent. This wasn't the servant she'd met briefly on her arrival in the house either. He wasn't dressed like someone who worked here, and the look on his face left her feeling cold. His eyes were dead, lifeless, except for one brief moment when he'd first caught sight of her in the cage.
A fire had danced for that heartbeat within his coal black gaze. An ice fire.
"Well now, you're a pretty little thing aren't you?" His voice wrapped around her senses like a wave of ice. "I can see why he'd be interested in you. Still, it's amusing, the great Vince actually thinking about owning a slave of his own."
Uncertain, and more than a little afraid, Helen moved to her knees within the cage, parting her thighs as she did so. No matter what she might think of the man she needed to show that she could behave as a slave.
"Good, you know some of what's expected of you. That will make things easier." The nameless man walked toward the cage and unlocked it. "Go to the bathroom, by the way you're kneeling you're in need."
Helen sighed in relief and crawled quickly out of the cage. "Thank you, sir."
"Master," the correction came instantly.
"Yes, sorry, Master." She hurried toward the bathroom and remembered to leave the door open. It didn't feel right to call him master, that title belonged only to Vince and she knew that without uttering a word. If she argued with the newcomer she'd be proving she wasn't a slave, at least not one fit to seek Vince's collar.
What was the man doing here?
Helen settled down to use the facilities even as a hundred new questions sprung into life in the back of her mind. Had Vince sent him? If so, why? Had her tests already begun? She washed off and headed back into the bedroom, her gaze playing over the newcomers form before she quickly knelt and lowered her gaze.
"Vince has called me in to see to the first in a group of tests. You're aware of the tests, aren't you?"
"Yes, Master." How could she not be when she'd begged to be put to the test?
"Good. He said you knew some of what was coming, but it pays to check these things. Has he told you what the tests will be?"
"No, Master, he hasn't."
"I thought as much, perhaps that's for the best, if you knew too much ahead of time it might give you too much to think about. Never a good idea with a slave. If you think too much then you'll pay for it later. It will cause you to doubt your reactions. If you doubt, you'll hesitate and second guess yourself. That could cause you problems, even lead to you being punished."
Helen nodded and kept her gaze lowered. Whatever was going to happen to her, she'd cope with it. She could push through the tests and show Vince she truly did belong with him.
"Your first test is a simple one, blind service."
"Blind service, Master?"
"You'll be bound, helpless, and left to serve whoever is at the party." His voice dropped into a cold, cruel whisper. "You'll be blindfolded and given no choice, there will be no chance to refuse, and how you act, how you please them will help to show Vince if you're really worth the effort ... or not."
Was she worth it? Yes, of course I'm worth it and he knows that. If he didn't think that, then we wouldn't be going through this mess. As long as she kept her temper and fear in check, she'd be fine.
"You're very quiet, slave."
"Yes, Master."
"Resigned to what will happen to you?"
"Yes, Master, I know the tests are whatever Master Vince thinks will be for the best. I will do what I can to complete them. To pass them. I won't let him down." A soft tremble touched her words, but she wasn't backing down. She'd come this far and would do whatever it took to prove to Vince she belonged with him.
"Good, stand and follow me. There are preparations needed if you're to be ready to be the entertainment." He took a step back from her and waited for Helen to follow him.
She still didn't know his name. Not that it mattered. If he planned on telling her his name he'd do so when it suited him. She swallowed hard and kept her gaze lowered as she followed him out the bedroom.
She could hear noises down in the depths of the home. Not from the main room, where she'd been brought only two short days ago, but the depths, the training room where she'd spent the better part of a day. Was she supposed to do the first test there? Or was there something else going on?
"Pale, little slave?"
"Wary, Master." Why wouldn't she be wary? She knew only a small amount of what would be waiting for her.
"Ah, you fear you will displease him, let him down?"
"Yes, Master, I do." She tried to keep it from showing, but hiding her emotions was a fool's game. Whatever she was, she wasn't a fool--not any longer. She'd been an idiot to walk into the bar, but it was done and over, her life changed because of it. There was no going back.
"Interesting, you really do want to be his, don't you?" He turned and cupped her chin in one hand. "I thought, at first, this was a way of avoiding being sold."
"No, it's not. I need him." She spoke softly. "No matter what he wishes me to do, I will do it. I fear it, need it, crave it and yet I'll do it. I need to be his."
"Then enter the realm of the damned, little slave. The cage awaits you and soon enough the men who will use you. Even now Vince is placing the calls to summon them here. How many there will be, even I do not know. Still, you will face them all."
"Yes, Master, I will."
He didn't say another word as he opened the door and let her walk down the steps into the semi darkness. She knew what was in this room, or some of it at least. The frame, the floggers, there were other things though, and the stranger had mentioned the cage. What was the point in taking her from one cage to another?
She'd find out soon enough.
"Thighs apart, hands locked behind your neck. Eyes closed."
Helen obeyed silently and closed her eyes, waiting. She could hear others in the room, though they'd been in the shadows, never giving her a chance to guess who they were before the stranger ordered Helen to close her eyes. A low shiver ran through her body as she heard someone move close behind her.
Vince?
No, he was making the calls. Whoever it was, the odds were against it being someone she knew.
Someone touched her on the left shoulder. The brush a gentle one at first, enough to send a soft shock through her body, then the grip tightened on her tender flesh. She winced but didn't dare move. It didn't matter how much it hurt, she had to show she could be obedient.
"I need the belt, with attachments." The new voice rang out.
Helen tensed at the words, she didn't know what he had in mind, but her gut told her it wasn't going to be good.
"Good, and the lube."
Lube? Her heart dropped into the pit of her stomach. Whatever he had planned it meant something sexual. Of course it does, I'm to be used, remember? She had to get hold of herself.
Something pressed between her thighs. She whimpered as it touched between her nether lips. She hadn't expected this. When the tip of the thing slid into her body, its head coated with cold lube, she knew what it was. A dildo. She whimpered, it couldn't be helped. It took everything she had to keep still as the dildo slid into her body and was trapped between her clenching walls.
Helen had barely been given the chance to accept the presence of one dildo when something pressed against the tight, dark star of her virgin asshole. Fear coated her flesh in a wave of cold sweat. She tried to stay still but it hurt.
"Wait, she's not been prepared for this. Bend over slave and brace your hands on your legs."
Helen took a deep breath and leaned forward. She pressed her hands on her thighs and tried to brace, all too well aware of the dildo that was buried between her inner walls. A finger touched her entrance. It pressed against her asshole and began to work the lube into her body. Tears burned in her eyes. No matter what she tried, it hurt.
"Relax slave, it will be easier on you if you do."
She knew that but relaxing wasn't something her body was capable of doing right now. Not with what was going on.
"Obey me, slave, and relax!"
How could she obey when what he was doing was counterproductive to relaxing? She had to try. If she didn't she might not be able to cope with anything else she was to endure.
Helen focused on her breathing, counting the breaths in and out. Slowly her muscles relaxed. The finger pressing against her asshole eased in a little more. More lube was added and she could feel each push working the finger in a little more. She just had to focus on her breathing and let it happen.
"There, she's almost ready." The man pulled his finger out and pressed the tip of the dildo against her asshole. "This should work this time without risk of tearing her."
Being torn wasn't her idea of fun.
Inch by inch the dildo slid deeper into her body, stretching the tight walls of her anus. It hurt, even with the lube, but it could have been worse if they hadn't taken the time to prepare her.
"Stand up."
Helen winced but stood in time to feel a belt harness being strapped into place on her body. One belt passed between her thighs, the other was tightened around her waist. Between the two belts the dildoes would be held in place until the men in charge of the situation decided it was time to remove them.
"Good, it should hold in place."
Helen sighed, at least that was one thing over and done with.
"Get into the cage and lie down. Don't open your eyes." The same man spoke, but through all this the one who had entered the bedroom hadn't said a word. She didn't know if he was still in the room, or not.
"Master, I don't know where the cage is like this."
"Crawl, feel for it with your hands."
She bit back a protest and lowered down to her hands and knees. The cage wasn't behind her. The stairs were in that direction. She reached out, searching with her hands as she listened to the men around her. It would have been so easy to open her eyes for a moment, enough to take a peek, but she didn't dare break the rules. If she was caught there'd be hell to pay and she'd fail the first challenge.
Not a good idea.
She could hear them talking, about what she wasn't sure, nor was she in a position where she dared stop to listen to them. The cage had to be in the middle of the room, the walls had been covered, for the most part, with items for play. Fine, she knew not to go too far and she hadn't caught a glimpse of it immediately in front of her so it had to be to one side.
A low chuckle rang out.
Fine, so she was going in the wrong direction, she could fix that. She edged toward the left. The dildoes moved within her body, pressing against intimate walls until she gasped. This wasn't fair. They couldn't expect her to search for the cage like this ... nude, impaled and blind?
Yes, of course they expect me to do this, they're enjoying this.
She was nothing more than a form of entertainment for them and so far they seemed to be enjoying the view. The soft chuckles and appreciative growls, let her know what they thought of her. She could just imagine what they saw. Her bare backside, split by the belt, a strip of leather between her buttocks and thighs and they knew what that leather was being used for.
Helen tried to shut out the sounds and edged forward, each movement served to push the dildo against her sensitive inner walls, but she had no choice, she had to obey. The last thing she needed was to end up in trouble and be punished. It might mean the loss of her chance with Vince.
No, she couldn't risk that, she had to find the cage and do so before her body betrayed her. Each step made it harder to continue, her inner walls clenched and rippled on the dildoes. A hunger she had hoped would not appear, tried to take control of her body and she moaned.
There, something beneath her fingers. A bar, it had to be the cage. That was the only thing that made sense. She'd found the cage. Relief washed through her as she crawled into the cage and settled down.
"Too quick, make her do it again."
"No, she's there, he won't take kindly to her being used like this." The cage closed behind her, the door locked. "You can open your eyes now, slave. Don't speak until you're given permission to. You can answer questions either with a nod, or a shake of your head. Understood?"
Helen nodded but didn't make a sound.
"Good, remember my words, slave." The man walked away without so much as a backward glance at the woman.
Helen peered out of the cage. There had to be at least five men in the room. Odd, the voices hadn't suggested that many, yet now she could see the shadows moving through the cellar. What were they here for? The test? No, if that were the case she'd already be going through it instead of being locked in the cage.
Whatever was going on, she'd be told when the time was right and not before.
She sat in the cage and listened to the noise in the room. They weren't speaking, at least not enough to form a real conversation. An occasional low whisper moved through the room.
The dildoes still pressed into her body. She couldn't shut them out and her body reacted deeply to them. Her inner walls rippled and pressed against the firm intrusions. Her body wasn't going to ignore them no matter how deeply she wanted it to. She wasn't a robot, she couldn't stop a normal reaction to such a sexual event.
Her thighs tensed. God, she couldn't just sit still, but with the belt in place there was very little she could do about how she felt. Even if the belt hadn't been there she hadn't been given permission to relieve her hunger. Helen shifted a little and felt the dildoes press in a little more against her rippling walls.
What are they doing to me?
Taunting her. Teasing her. Training her. She knew the answers, so she didn't ask. That and the fact she'd been ordered to be silent. Her hands clenched into fists on her thighs. No, she had to keep control of her body, at least in some small way. Her body wasn't her own anymore. She was a slave. It didn't mean that everything involved in being a slave would be easier for her to cope with.
All she had to do was wait. After all, what other choice did she have?
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