Chapter 11

 

Beth appeared at her own ritual some time later. Despite their previous conflict, Erica took no pleasure from her submission and the accompanying whipping.

Ray was there to witness it, and in fact insisted on giving the first cut of the crop, which he did with all the force he could muster, making even Erica wince. Beth cried throughout, begging to be set free, but she was wasting her breath appealing to anyone’s better nature. The more desperate the girls got the more the sadistic guests and controllers enjoyed it. After the ritualised whipping from all the girls Beth was taken away to her room and Erica was appointed to visit her.

It was the first time she had ever been given that task, though she remembered well how it had happened to her. She was to educate Beth, or 83 as Erica would now have to call her, in the ways and the rules of The Complex. If Beth reacted badly or disobeyed she would be beaten, but Erica would be held to blame and would be beaten too. She had no doubt it was Ray who made the choice, since the two females already held a grudge between them.

Beth had been back in her room for ten minutes or so when Erica was taken there. The dislike showed as soon as she entered, but since Beth had been chained by her collar to the bed there was no way she could physically reach Erica, who waited out of reach, silent, since she had not been given permission to speak. Whoever was watching and listening in the control room waited too, perhaps amused by Beth’s reaction to the presence of Erica in her room.

‘This is all your fault!’ she spat, tugging uselessly at the chain. ‘Let me out of here, you bastards!’ she shouted at the camera.

‘83, sit on the bed, now!’ came the controller’s voice.

‘Fuck you!’ Beth called in response.

The voice was calm and slightly amused. ‘We can wait longer than you, 83. Think about the beating you just received. Think how easily it can be repeated.’

Beth mellowed instantly. ‘No, please, I…’

‘51 is not your enemy. Nor is she your friend. She just is. Revenge will not be tolerated unless we allow it. You have to get used to your slavery, 83. All the slaves do as they’re told. If I tell 51 to cane you, she’ll cane you. If I tell her to kiss you, she’ll kiss you. Isn’t that right, 51? Speak.’

‘Yes, Master.’ Erica’s ever-present yearning to rebel would stay under the surface for now.

‘Which would you prefer, 83, a kiss or a caning?’ Beth did not respond. ‘Answer, 83, or we’ll punish you anyway.’

‘A kiss,’ the woman said hastily.

‘Louder.’

‘A kiss!’

There was a pause, and Erica imagined they were discussing whether to allow it.

‘51, kiss her,’ the order finally came.

Erica advanced, aware of the other woman’s seething anger, and as she got within reach Beth slapped her across the face. Erica reeled back, but was not about to be deterred. The punishment for disobeying was far worse than anything Beth could dish out. Her next approach was met with a similar assault, as was the third, the repeated slaps making her a little dizzy.

‘Back off and wait, 51,’ the controller finally intervened, and as Beth stood glowering at her, her breasts rising and falling as she fumed, Erica knew only too well what would happen next. She did not flinch when she heard the door click open behind her, but Beth did, suddenly looking fearful as two men entered. They moved quickly and efficiently, fitting metal cuffs to Beth’s wrists before unfastening the collar and positioning her in the middle of the room. Then the winch lowered and one of the men raised her arms and hooked it to her cuffs.

‘No, please,’ Beth suddenly begged. ‘You can’t do this to me, please.’

But the men took no notice and the winch started again, rising back towards the ceiling as Beth pleaded to be released, soon finding herself stretched up on tiptoe, vulnerable and exposed. Though Erica disliked Beth she felt sorry for her, remembering the days when she had rebelled with such soul-destroying futility.

‘Now, 83,’ said the controlling voice, ‘have you learned obedience yet?’

‘Yes, yes I have,’ she gabbled desperately.

‘Do you still hold any grudges against 51?’

After a pause Beth managed a strained, ‘No.’

‘Good, we’re glad to hear it. So now you may talk to each other, on any subject apart from personal details. We will be listening.’

The speaker clicked off. Neither of them said a word at first, before Erica tentatively broke the silence. ‘I don’t have anything against you, 83. I just do as I’m told and you have to do the same. They will always punish you if you don’t. You can’t win, so you just have to accept, obey, and do your best to keep your head down.’

‘But how could Ray do this to me, put me in a place like this?’ Beth sobbed.

‘I don’t know.’ Erica suddenly felt sympathy for her, understanding exactly what betrayal felt like.

‘But now I’d better tell you a few rules,’ she went on, changing the subject, ‘for your own good. You’re not allowed to speak unless they permit it, and if you need to speak to a Master or Mistress you have to approach them, kneel on the floor with your head bowed and wait for him or her to give you permission. You have to do what they say when they say it, and believe me it’s not worth resisting.’

‘How many Masters and Mistresses are there?’ Beth asked.

‘I’ve no idea, but it’s a lot. You may well recognise some of them from public life.’

‘So what kind of things might I have to do… you know… sexually?’ Beth asked timidly.

Erica shrugged. ‘Anything they tell you.’

‘Like what?’ Beth needed to know. ‘I’m not that experienced.’

‘Straight, oral, anal, masturbation, objects… you name it. With men and with women, sometimes a few at a time.’ Erica gave her a puzzled look. ‘But I don’t understand, 83; when you came in that first time you said you were going to fuck me. That doesn’t sound like an inexperienced girl.’

‘I… I was trying to impress Ray,’ she admitted. ‘I didn’t want him to get bored with me.’

‘Just how much sexual experience have you had?’

‘Not much. The man’s always done all the work. Before that session with you I’d only ever been with three men, and none of them were very spectacular, either.’

‘Do you like giving oral sex?’

Beth screwed her face up. ‘Not much,’ she said. ‘And I’ve always refused to swallow.’

‘God, they’ll love you,’ Erica said hopelessly.

‘What do you mean?’

‘They’ll make you do it and they’ll come in your mouth too, or anywhere else they want, for that matter. So what about anal?’

Beth looked shocked and disgusted. ‘I’ve never done that, and I don’t intend to either!’

Suddenly the door clicked and opened on its motorised hinges. Two different men entered; Erica had seen both before. The winch clicked on and lowered Beth’s feet to the floor and one released her wrists.

‘So,’ the taller one said menacingly, ‘you’ve not had anal and no man’s come in your mouth?’

‘No,’ Beth said naively, and Erica glared at her. ‘No, Master.’

‘Well all that’s about to change,’ he grinned.

‘N-no, please,’ Beth stuttered, already backing off, but there was nowhere to go. They grabbed an arm each and manhandled her to her hands and knees as she looked up at Erica, pleading for help Erica was unable to give.

When she was on all fours they let go, taking their time undressing, folding their clothes neatly, almost ceremonially, on the bed. Then they moved to her and sank to their knees. The shorter one gripped her hair and twisted, making Beth gasp, immediately using the opportunity to sink his cock into her mouth.

The other waited until his associate had set up a rhythm in and out of her mouth before pushing two fingers into her pussy and spreading the lubrication around the entrance to her rectum. When ready he shuffled forward to press his cock to her tiny puckered opening, then gripping her hips he tensed his buttocks and pushed steadily. Erica watched Beth’s mouth snatch back from the erect cock to scream as the second pushed smoothly, completely, home.

The first man did not allow any respite for long, pulling her head back down and thrusting in deep. Beth was not allowed to utter any more protests, though Erica could see she wanted to. Each thrust from the man deep in her anus made her eyes widen and her face wince, tears meandering down her cheeks as she sobbed.

Erica could do nothing but wait and hope and be glad it was not her at the centre of the two men’s drooling attention.

The taller man was holding Beth by her waist now as he thrust faster and faster into her, while the other held her head still as he too gathered speed between her stretched lips. The tall man came first, pushing deep and staying still as he emptied into her, then moments later the other man threw his head back and pumped his seed into her instinctively gulping throat.

‘Swallow,’ he told her. ‘Swallow it or I’ll spank you.’

Beth did as she was told, and satisfied they pushed her to the carpet, where she sobbed as she strove to come to terms with the treatment she had suffered. Barely noticed by her the men dressed again and left the tense atmosphere of the room.

‘What’s your name?’ the voice wanted to know, then waited patiently.

Eventually Beth whimpered, ‘83…’

‘Have you any other names?’

Beth wearily shook her head. ‘No, none… Master.’

‘51, help 83 to bed.’ The voice seemed to mellow, just a little. ‘And 51, you may sleep here tonight.’