THE STORY SO FAR
Abducted on her eighteenth birthday by slavers from the future, Angel is
transported to the Earth’s distant past where beautiful teenage girls are
trained to be pleasure slaves and beasts of burden for merciless Masters and
Mistresses. Rendered immortal, Angel has
been a naked slave-girl for almost a hundred years, changing owners several
times. Stolen from her rightful Master,
John, she becomes the joint property of three Masters. In this, the fifth ‘Angel’ novel she has just
been given as a birthday present to the sixteen year old Mistress Thomasina.
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.