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Department Store Romance (Loneiy x Alan)

Shea completed the signing session, now and again putting one hand under the table to ruffle Elena's hair, or gently tweak her ear. If anyone had remarked on her presence he had planned to pass it off as a publicity stunt - saying that she was pretending to be T'mewi, who was to figure prominently in a future novel - but in fact most of the fans seemed to just assume this anyway.

Two hours later, the session completed, Shea smiled at her and indicated she was to follow him. He led her to the car park, where his midnight blue Ferrari was parked, and waved her into the driving seat. Their first stop was an expensive boutique, where Shea kitted her out in a floor-length black evening gown, gloves and a matching clutch bag. Then, he took her to a jewelers, where he ordered a silver collar, studded with amethyst and jet, to be ready in three days, and which prominently bore the entwined letters "K" and "T".

Shea had been worried about Elena's bladder problem, and how to indicate that she did not need to ask permission to visit the washroom at need, but was worried about embarrassing her by mentioning it. Eventually, he recalled that her fictitious counterpart was a member of a strange sect that had to closet themselves and address the Fae at various random times, and told her that he would regard any absence that she took as relating to this.

At exactly six pm Elena drew the car up in a lot that was already full of exotic vehicles such as Mercedes, Cadillacs, Rolls Royces and other expensive cars, and he led her down a steep flight of steps. Inside, the walls were covered in a deep red plush, and they were greeted by a tall, blond woman in an orange leotard and red tights, who started slightly jealously at Elena, before winking at Shea and waving him on.
 
Elena smiled and felt his hand on her hair. She loved the feeling of him touching her. Every touch. Whatever he had to give, she took. She was not suprised that no one commented on her. Shea was after all the most erotic writer. Why should his life not mirror the same thing? No one really looked at her. She was dozing by the time that the signing was over. When he motioned her to leave, she stopped as he began to move her to the driving seat.

"M-master....I do not think that is the correct thing to do. I am a terrible driver. I usually take the bus or some other transit." She whispered softly and blushed harder. But regardless, she was made to drive the expensive car. Hives broke out almost immediately. Several cars honked at her as she nearly ran them off the road, ran a red light, got pulled over once. But somehow, they managed to get to the boutique.

Getting out, she looked up. Walking forward, she stood still and offered what information she could. Thank the fae he didn't make her get high heels. That would have been a disaster.

If made to drive again, she would be a little better but not much than the first time. She remained still as teh jeweler sized her neck carefully. She looked at him and blushed as he told her that she would not have to ask for the bathroom. Which was great because at that moment she ran to the bathroom and disappeared. She was not sure she could hold it any longer.

She sighed finally parking the car in the nearest spot. She of course parked crooked. Stepping out, she blushed. "Master, I am so sorry for that scrape. Honestly, that bicycler just darted out of no where." Her hands were still shaking and she walked with him and looked around blushing. She bit her lip as they walked inside. Elena wondered what this place was.
 
"Don't fret about a little scrape," laughed Shea. "I wouldn't have ordered you to drive if I worried about such things. It's all insured. Good thing that cop that pulled us over was a fan of my stuff though,wasn't it. Letting us off with a caution, just 'cos I signed an autograph for him, I thought that was pretty generous."

He led her deeper into the bowels of the club. As they passed various people, Shea exchanged mysterious signs and greeting with them, all of which were obscure to Elena. Some of the males and females wore collars, ranging from simple felt to elaborate jeweled masterpieces, and these knelt to them, though Shea greeted them respectfully rather than arrogantly. Just before moving from the antechamber, he had picked up an orange and red striped ribbon, which he took from a box full of similar decorations, and tied it around Elena's neck, marking her as a submissive. However, he'd also told her that bowing to the dominants was not mandatory when she was with her Master. Other Dominants, male and female, greeted her in a friendly fashion, many of them making the mysterious signs at her, but Shea replied on behalf of them both.

Shea introduced Elena as T'mewi, to an African-American girl called "Siah", and to Elena's surprise, Siah greeted her by embracing her, pulling her head towards her by the hair, and biting her on the neck (though not drawing blood), then arching her own neck, obviously expecting to receive the same favor, to which Shea obliged.

"It's a greeting of respect in this order," he whispered to Elena. "But don't worry if you get anything wrong. New people are called 'acolytes' and not expected to know everything."

"So, High Dominant Kotu, are you offering your girl up for the ring?" asked Siah. She looked Elena up and down, though in a way that suggested appreciation rather than contempt. "Master is sending me there for the first time tonight."
 
Elena looked at him and canted her head. He was so mellow! Even after getting pulled over, and the asthma ensued, he handed her her inhaler and handled the situation. "Yes, it was very generous." She managed being soft and quiet. Shea was certainly a God send. But like her mom used to tell her, if it was too good to be true, it usually was. She smiled and walked with him.

As they got deeper and deeper into the club, she shivered softly. It was a BDSM club. When she got a ribbon for a collar, that was when everythign began to change. She felt the room begin to crush in around her. The whole club got a wierd roaring noise. Elena knew right then, she was bordering on consciousness. She shivered adn swallowed. People begin to shift and turn as if they were made of jelly. She gripped onto Shea and was about to tell him that she was about to pass out when Siah came forward and gripped her hair and bit her neck. That was when, Elena passed out.

Amazingly, she balanced on her feet for a minute, before she totally passed out in a heap on the ground. She was out like a light, and like the time before, Elena voided her bladder, but thanks to a recent bathroom break, it wasn't that much.
 
"I think she's coming round," said an unfamiliar voice.

Elena opened her eyes, and felt herself lying in a soft bed. The walls were a neutral grey, unlike the blood red decor of the other part of the club. She could dimly make out the figure of Siah on her left, but the voice, a deep contralto, had come from the right.

"Are you OK, T'mewi?" asked Siah, her voice full of concern. "Just relax, it'll be fine. You passed out is all. Sometimes your first night as an acolyte is a bit much to take. I got Mistress Valki here to carry you away quick smart, before anyone noticed."

"Lucky you aren't too heavy," laughed the deep voice. Elena's head lolled to the right, to behold a veritable Amazon! The blond girl must have been over six foot tall, and muscular with it. She wore a tight orange leotard, red tights. "You did right to call me instantly, Siah. We don't want this poor girl looking a fool in front of her Master." Fearsome as she looked, her face was quite benevolent and full of concern as she looked down at Elena. "Your Master wanted to take you away, but I persuaded him to let us bring you here, into the medi-cubicle. Urm... " She sounded a bit apprehensive. "You had a little accident, if you know what I mean, and I guessed you might not want Master to know." She held up the designer dress. "The stain isn't too bad, I think it'll wash out easily enough."

But it suddenly came to Elena that if Mistress Valki was holding up the dress - then she, Elena, was now lying here in her underwear!!!
 
She groaned and rolled her eyes hearing a voice. It was so far away. Looking around, she groaned and looked up. Was it all a dream. Was Shea her lover only in her dreams still. She looked and saw Siah and shut her eyes. Raising her hands to her head she groaned. "Oh gods..." She whimpered a bit her head was killing her. Looking at Siah, she frowned. Mistress Valki? She looked and jerked at the sight.

Her eyes looked over the woman and her heart began to race. When was this woman going to start picking on her. She then looked up at her and instantly knew she meant well. She looked down and she blushed furiously. She was in her black lace panties. She raised her hands to her forehead and graoned. "Oh no..oh no oh no oh no." She felt the hives break out over her skin. She leaned up and held her hand to her now bleeding nose.

A large dark red birthmark stretched over her breasts and down to her navel. She shut her eyes and shivered and tears filled her eyes. Why couldn't she stop making an ass out of herself. She was trembling as her nose continued to bleed.
 
Siah held the square of tissue paper to Elena's nose, looking at Mistress Valki questioningly, for a lead. "What are we going to do, Mistress?" she asked, confused. "We can't let her Master see her like this?"

Valki laughed. "You're right there, creature mine. I well recall the state you got in when I'd only owned you a few days, and you split those tight pants you used to wear in those days. You got in a real state - I know you owned girls and boys hate your Dominants seeing you look bad." She turned back to Elena, and said in a gentle voice "I guess this is your first time, honey. Don't feel too bad - the first sight of the club, and knowing what you have to do when you're owned takes a lot of girls this way. Siah, go get some of that ointment, from the cupboard over there. And some clothing." She made gestures, along the lines of "She's wet herself", not intending Elena to hear, though Elena guessed what she was hiding.

"We need to help her the way you helped me, Mistress," said Siah, bringing over a large, hermetically sealed pot, with a mysterious sign on the lid, a smaller vial of clear liquid, and a glass of water. "I've bought the flight-juice, in case we need it. It certainly made me forget my fears!"

"Hmm - not sure about the flight-juice," she laughed. "Maybe this one's not ready for it yet. Miss T'mewi, tell me. Are you a virgin?"
 
Elena took the tissue paper from Siah and held it to her nose. Leaning her head forward. Last time she held her head back, she had become violently ill. She shut her eyes and just listened to the two of them go back and forth. She opened her eyes and looked at the mistress and canted her head. Pulling her hand away, she was happy to see that her bloody nose was stopping. "What am I going to be expected to do?" She said. She tried to recall from the books what was done, but she was drawing a blank.

Looking at the liquid and then back at to the woman. She swallowed adn blushed furiously and looked down. "Yes, I am." She whispered and bit her lip harder and moved her tissue to her nose. Every time she had even come close to having intercourse with someone, she had broken into hives. The men, thinking it was contageous, left quickly. Their hard ons abated. She looked down and then bit her lip and sat up a bit and threw the tissue in the closest garbage can and looekd down.
 
"Hmm, that might be a problem," laughed Siah. she held up the vial. "The slang term for this stuff is 'flight juice' - and according to the Club's literature, it's very similar to the ointment witches used to use many centuries ago. It caused them to hallucinate they were flying - that's right, isn't it, Mistress - and also removed their fears and inhibitions. But Club rules say that it must never be administered to any acolyte without their approval, or even if it's considered they aren't experienced or street-wise enough to make the decision for themselves."

"Yes, what Siah said is more or less true, T'mewi," said Mistress Valki. "We could get into a lot of trouble giving you the stuff. What we need to do is acclimatize you to what goes on in the club, kind of desensitize you, so that you can deal with the things an owned girl has to do. Your Master, while he's kind, he's pretty, urm, imaginative. He usually owns girls a lot more experienced than you. What I think we'd need to do is get some of the male slaves to meet you, and you play with them a while. Would you like that?"
 
Elena blushed as she listened about the Flight Juice. She sighed and looked up at the two women as they recommended that she should play with some of the male servants and she blushed harder and became instantly itchier. Elena thought.

"If my master wishes it of me, then I will do it." She said and stood up wincing a bit. "Do you by any chance have a place where I can wash myself before I put on anything else?" She looked at them both.
 
Chevvie padded softly into the shower room, hearing with satisfaction the sound of the running water. Mistress Valki's instructions had been quite clear. There was a new acolyte, a virgin, and she had to be remade. Made into something for for one of the club's most respected Masters. And since this new one was inexperienced and shy, it had to be done in such a way that left her mind intact. Well, he had no problems with his assignment. He flattered himself that he could pitch it just right.

He stopped to examine himself in the full length mirror. Chevvie preferred the male honorific, simply because he preferred wearing masculine attire, though even legally neither gender could actually be enforced. "I truly am one of a kind," he thought, admiring his own reflection. This was not strictly true - there were a few of his kind scattered throughout the world - but they were rare, and often shunned publicity. There were also what he called "lukewarms", women with tiny vestigial penises, or men with the slight swellings that suggested breasts, and these he regarded with sympathy. A true herm had everything. The reflection assured him that he had nothing to be ashamed about. The tight leather pants that were one of the only three garments he was wearing bulged in such a way that would make most unmixed males jealous - while his breasts, barely contained in the leather bra he wore, would have been the envy of most females. And the long hair, cascading down either side of the black leather domino he wore, just large enough that it might conceal his identity (though worn, now, for vanity only, for everyone in the club knew him) might have been worn with pride by either gender.

As he mused, the water came to a stop, and he moved towards the shower, ripping back the curtain with a single rip. He saw only the back view of the girl - and liked what he saw. Long cascading brunette hair, a generous figure, with curvy buttocks, tapering down to very slim ankles that gave her a slightly clumsy appearance. her back was covered with a rash, which, on closer examination, he saw had also spread down her legs.

He moved swiftly. The second he ripped away the curtain, before she could even move, his hand had shot around and clamped the mask over her face. She now, like him, wore a leather domino. There was some evidence of resistance, but she was obviously too frail to put up much of a struggle. As he grabbed her mass of hair and jerked her face backwards, pulling her out of the shower alcove into the main room, he reflected that it felt almost like rape. She was in no state to resist him, even if she'd have chosen - though, in fact, Mistress Valki had assured him that she'd agreed to what was about to happen in principle, if not in detail.

He maneuvered her to the mirror, so that she could see what was happening to her, making sure that she could see his breasts, knew just what he was. He was silent, ignoring her protests, her whimpers. Any moment now, he knew, she'd burst into tears. That was an acceptable part of the ritual. He kept hold of her hair, tugging on it just enough to make her wince.

"You are mine, now," he said, "Until my task is done. You may call me 'Monsieur Le Chevalier D'Eon'. Think of me as - your guide into adulthood."

He unlaced the fly of his leather pants, allowing his massive, hard penis to rub against her buttocks.
 
Elena was shown to the shower and blushed taking off her soiled clothes and shut her eyes stepping under the cool water. She smelled the soap they had and was surprised that it was a soft lavender. Rubbing it into her body, she blushed looking up. She frowned. She felt someone in the room. She turned and looked to the door she just came through. She looked down thinking it was just her. She was paranoid by necessity. With a sigh, she finished cleaning. Turning the water, off, she ran a hand through her still dry hair and when the curtain ripped open, she didn't have time to spin around.

The hand clamped a mask on her face and she struggled hard against him. Then the hand gripped her hair. Shutting her eyes, she whimpered. "Please, please let me go back to my master." She whimpered. "I want to be with my master, I don't mean harm." She whimpered and continued to struggle. Soon she began to wheeze for air. Rolling her eyes up, she panted for air as he gripped her. Tears of panic rolled down her face. Was this how she was to die? To be raped while she slowly suffocated to death.


"No, I am my masters. I do not know you." She struggled harder. Her breasts swaying with the effort. Her birthmark becoming hidden amongst all her hives. SHe blushe dand whimpered feeling his cock against her thighs. She continued to wheeze and pant for air. Her face turning red. She whimpere dnad looked around. "Please, you don't want me."
 
"No. You're right. I don't," replied Chevvie, bluntly. "When I take a man, or a woman, I like them pretty. Tough, strong, handsome men, or pretty, slim women. Not fat virgins, covered with skin lesions." He continued to rub his penis against her buttocks, teasing the entrance to her tight crack. "What you'll learn, though, Miss-Pisspants, is that you're a slave now. What you might want, what I might want, doesn't signify."

He held her, making no effort, for the moment, to force the issue. He knew that she was not strong enough to escape. He had a feeling that even if he let her go entirely, curled up to sleep in the corner of the bathroom, she'd still be there when he woke up. She was like a frightened rabbit, and she'd be paralyzed with fear, too frightened even to run.

"And yes, you are your Master's, little fat girl." He let go of his hold, though keeping his cock in contact with the lips of her sex. As he'd predicted, she was too frightened to take advantage. "But what if - what if - I let you go to him now? Do you really think I'd be doing you a favor?" He turned away, spat on the floor. "Do you know what Mistress Valki told me to do? Do you?"

He bit her on the neck, hard, making her wince and draw in breath sharply.

"If you went to Master, now, he'd tire of you within days. Sure, he'd keep you around. Out of sympathy, you being so pathetic, and all. But he'd take other slaves, slaves who knew how to please him. You'd be the pathetic little one every other slave mocked and teased. Jealous, your heart breaking, sobbing yourself to sleep every night. Hating yourself, for being such a loser."

He smiled, seeing by her eyes through the mask that his shot had hit home.

"And aren't you sick of that? Well? Aren't you?" he bit her again. "Mistress Valki's instructions were to make you a slave fit for Master. One he'll be so proud of, he won't even think of taking another slave. One that other slaves will look up to, envy, admire. But it's going to be a long road, Miss T'mewi, a fucking long road!"

He took hold of her hair again, turned her around, pushed her to her knees. "You start with certain disadvantages, you see. You're a natural victim. But don't fret. After what's going to happen to you, nothing life throws at you is ever going to frighten you again!"

Suddenly, he let go. Pointed towards the door.

"There's the way out. Are you going to run? Or are you going to stay? To learn? To grow?"
 
Chevvie's words cut like a deep knife. Tears rolled down her face as he made a comment of everything she was not. But she couldn't help it. She pissed her pants, she had hives, asthma, and she was fat. She swallowed and began to sob even though her body began to warm up from his cock rubbing against her. Begging to be set free of the cage she was in. Although, Elena knew not of what her body was pleading and weeping with Chevvie to do. Elena's struggles quickly became sobs as she leaned against him for support. As he broke her spirit, she became more aroused. So much so, that she began to drip down between her legs. Her arousal tricked her into thinking she pissed herself again.

But when he bit into her neck hard, she rolled her eyes up. His words sinking in. She didn't want to be a pathetic slave, she wanted to be a jewel to her master. One that he kept fierce protection over. One that when other masters looked at her, he would hold her closer and maybe even do something possessive. She shut her eyes. "I don't want to be a loser anymore." She whimpered looking into his eyes.

"Can you help me? Can you honestly help me learn?" She gasped as she was silenced with another harsh bite to the neck. "Show me the way...please...I don't want to leave. I know if I leave now...my life will be terrible. Please...help me monseiur." She whispered and bowed her head to him and shivered. Her pussy lips pink and swollen begging for him. Her clit aroused and peeking from under its pink hood.
 
"Oh, you'll learn, Miss Pisspants. You'll learn," Chevvie laughed. "It'll be a long road, for a loser like you, but you'll learn! I'll give you credit for one thing, you set your sights pretty high. That Master of yours, he's one of the most respected in our Order. Even Mistress Valki would submit to him if he asked." He reached out and began fiddling with Elena's mask, adjusting it so that the previously open eyes were now covered. She was now blindfolded, and at the very instant her sight vanished, her other senses seemed to intensify. She could smell fear - her own, certainly, but another, stale odor, as if she were not the first to undergo such an ordeal in this place.

The next thing she felt was a tightening at her wrists, accompanied by a sharp pain. Her hands were now tied in front of her, not cuffed, as she'd always imagined would be the case in the unlikely event she ever found herself in a bondage club, but tied hard with what felt like rawhide. Chevvie's mocking voice confirmed this. "...and the more you struggle, the tighter they'll get. And the more they'll hurt," he laughed. "Circe! Lupus!"

There was the sound of feet. One a clacking, as if of heels, the other padding, as if it were an animal, yet obviously bipedal.

"You know what to do with this loser," laughed Chevvie. "You know the first four elements of our belief."

"Fear," came a female voice, as if it were a lesson learned by rote. "Pain. Humiliation. And Randomnity! Oh yes, Chev, we know what to do, sweet Random one. But... "

There was a growl, as if a dog or wolf were trying to speak in a human tongue.

"But Lupus wants to know - can he bite her?"

"Of course," Chevvie replied. Elena felt herself lifted, then the flat of wood under her buttocks. She felt herself moving. There was a slight squeak, as if whatever they were carrying her on needed a touch of oil. "You both can, if you've a mind. Once she's primed, she's ours, for use. Good training for when we get our own -"

"Not in front of her!" screamed the female voice, so that Elena didn't learn just what kind of thing "our own - " might refer to.

"Quite right, Circe," laughed Chevvie. "Let's just say - when we reach the ranks of the exalted. OK, now, off we go. Pull gently now - that's precious goods we've got."

And then, as she began moving, she felt lips softly against her ear. Chevvie's voice whispered, yet surprisingly tender,

"Courage, T'mewi," he said. "You're doing fine. Just hold on. We'll make you into a girl your Master will be proud of. Trust me."
 
"I am ready. Make me ready. Make me a gem for my master." She whispered and shut her eyes and then trembled softly. She gasped as she was plunged into darkness. With a moan, she shivered. She was honestly afraid now. The hives were speaking volumes of her. She shut her eyes at the bitter smell of her fear. But was comforted that everyone was afraid at one point in their life. She whimpered and felt teh rawhide begin to chaff as she twisted a bit. But stopped as Chevvie warned her.

She heard the feet and canted her head. She groaned softly. With a yelp, Elena felt herself become lifted and placed on the chart. She didn't struggle. She felt her heart was racing. Tears filled her eyes of panic. She didn't want to be afraid. She wanted to be brave for waht she wanted. She wanted Shea. She clutched her fingers together and shut her eyes tighter and felt the hives begin to itch. Her body temperature began to rise.

She heard Chevvies voice and then looked up and blused sofl. She looked at him. "Chevvie thank you"
 
Fear - Pain - Humiliation - Randomnity. The ritual of initiation always contained the same elements, yet it was different each time, designed specifically for the acolyte in question. This was not Elena's initiation as such - just a course of action to prepare her for that day - yet she was more fortunate than she knew. Fearsome as they looked and seemed, Chevvie, Mistress Valki and the others were, in a sense, the best allies she could have had. They knew exactly how far they could go, without breaking her mind for good and all.

After a short trip, the motion came to a halt. Even blindfolded as she was, Elene could hear that she was no longer alone with Chevvie, Lupus and Circe. She could hear murmuring, chattering, giggles. Compliments on her looks, mingled with less encouraging exclamations about her skin condition, her birthmark, her curvy body being too large for her skinny legs. Someone remarked she looked a bit old to still be a virgin, which caused laughter. Elena could even hear Mistress Valki's voice, stating clearly that she was one of the most promising acolytes she'd ever seen, that there was more to her than met the eye.

Then came a noise which did surprise her. The rattling of dice in a cup, and the clack as they hit the ground. More murmuring. And the unmistakable sound of a razor being stropped!
 
Sighing, she felt the cart stop. But something was not right about this room. She heard the noises around her. There were other people! She heard all of their hurtful comments and tears rolled down her face but she remained still. Taking all the harsh words. Words from people who didn't know her. However, after a while, she began to shake and tremble under their harsh scrutiny. She bit her lip knowing they would be able to see her tears and just laugh at her harder. But then, Mistress Valki spoke up and her words were a soothing balm over her tortured skin.

But as she was about to feel a bit relaxed, she heard the rattling in a cup, and then the faint clicking as the dice was released. She shut her eyes knowing that she was going to be shaved. She rolled her shoulders a bit careful not to move her wrists. She didn't want the rawhide to bite into her anymore.

She remained quiet. But her heart was racing. Her body was severely itchy. She knew that this would be a hard road. She only prayed that Shea would appreciate what she did when it was all said and done.
 
Shea stood among the group, keeping his face carefully composed. He looked at T'mewi with an expression of compassion. Had she but known it, the mental and physical ordeal she was about to undergo would hurt him as much as it hurt her. But, he reflected, there was no alternative. He'd first let her attach herself to him out of sympathy - she looked so pathetic, so downtrodden. But he knew that to thrive in the club, she needed to know its ways. As it was, she'd be doomed to being an omega-female, suffering the humiliating contempt of the other submissives.

The ordeal was like an initiation - once through it, she could hold up her head, be accepted. It was only the start of her ordeal, but it would do for now.

He watched, as she squirmed, restricted by the thongs, and held by Lupus and Chevvie, while Siah lathered up the foam in the bowl and began to strip the old-fashioned straight-edge razor. With careful snips, the Afro-American girl began cutting at Elena's pubic hair, cutting away the surplus, then took the razor and began to shave, her tongue protruding in concentration. Elena would not be allowed to grow it back until she had passed certain tests.
 
She almost jumped out of her skin as she felt the scissors clip away a great deal of her hair. She was to be shaved bare. She gripped her hands together tight in front of her. She could tell whoever was doing it, was being very careful. All Elena had to know, was that it was imperitave that she remain as still as possible and not move an inch.

Then came a thick heavy shaving cream covering her. It was aloe based, she could tell. It soothed her hives and made it so at least she wasn't itchy on her crotch. But the menacing feel of a blade was felt. Starting up by her pubis bone. Elena felt the cold unyielding blade slowly leave her pussy brand new almost. Clean and smooth. She swallowed hard and only felt the roaring in her ears now. She wondered why everyone else was so quiet. Whimpers rose up from her throat as she shut her eyes tightly.

When the blade pulled away, she could feel every little draft. Every breath of everyone in the room against her now bare flesh. Her hives began to abate as the cool was soothing them. With a sigh, she visibly relaxed against the tablet.
 
"Up, up with her," came Mistress Valki's voice. "Let me look at her. Yes, good job. Bald as a badger. Nice little cunt. Ok, let's record this one for the archives."

The next thing that Elena heard was the clicking and whirring of various cameras, single-shot and movie. When that was done, the other voices abated, and Mistress Valki's voice rang out.

"Now, T'mewi, I hope it's been explained to you what happens next. It's called "trial by dice". Siah here will cast a cube, or die, and if it comes up an even number, we sign you on as an acolyte and teach you in the ways of the Order. You'll be owned by your Master, for the rest of your time, unless he chooses to break your contract. If it comes up with an odd number, though..."

She paused for dramatic effect.

"The razor that bared your sex," she said, as if reading from a pre-ordained ritual, "seeks your throat. Cast, Siah."

There was the clack of a die falling on stone.

"A three!" came the shout. "A three."
"Shame - she was so pretty."
"Still - a good killing's always fun."
"Will she struggle? Hold her tight, Chevvie!"

"I'm sorry, T'Mewi," came a voice she recognized. Master's! "I guess I should have told you - I'd have liked to have you for mine, but the Dice have the final say. That's the rule, that's what our Order is all about. But thanks for such a great time - and face it, you weren't having much fun in life anyway, were you? Chance is doing you a favor, really."

"The choir is assembles," rang out Mistress Valki's voice. "Kiss her goodbye, Kotu."

The next thing Elena heard was a swelling of music, over which she heard the voices of boys, sweet and pure, singing a madrigal in a language she did not recognize. She felt the kiss of Master's lips on hers, tasted salt from his tears. And then, withoutany more delay, came Mistress Valki's voice. "Strike!"

There was a feeling of wetness at Elena's throat, as the razor cut. Something hot trickled down her neck, pooling at her naked breasts. So this was what it was like to die.
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"Nice one, girl," laughed Chevvie, as he flipped back the eye-guard of the mask. "You got through stage one!"
"Fools everyone, that one," laughed Shea, embracing her.
Circe held up the razor. She could tell it was not the same one they'd shaved her with, for this one was blunt - Circe ran her thumb over the edge, and it failed to cut into the soft flesh. On the floor was a bowl filled with hot water. Blindfolded, and expecting to die, Elena - like so many before her - had been taken in by the trick. Everyone was laughing fit to bust.
 
She blushed as she as being recorded. She shivered a bit and shifted. Elena had never been on display. She began to tremble and listened as she was talked to directly. She began to tremble hard and her mouth went dry. Biting her lip, she began to tremble harder at the results. She swallowed as her floor dropped out below her, and began to whimper softly.

"Master..." She bleated out gently for him. She wanted, needed, to at least say goodbye. Tears rolled down her face as she swallowed hard. Her life was ending, and she was grateful for it, but she wanted her master to know that he had meant everything for her and then some. That she loved him.

She sighed hearing his voice. "I give my life for you master. It was always yours...even before I met you." She whispered softly but somehow bravely. In understanding. She swallowed and opened her lips to his kissing him. Enjoying the kiss as much as she could. Shut shut her eyes feeling the blade cut across.

Funny, she always thought it would sting a lot more. She felt as if a trap door opened up beneath her. She was bleeding, she knew it. She fainted dead away. But she did not see a white or black light. Instead she was sprawled on a beautiful green meadow The shadow of Kotu came over. Kneeling over her, he kissed her temples and down her throat.

She was being lifted and she groaned her eyes rolling as the lights flooded her eyes causing her to be blind. Looking away, and raised a hand confused to her eyes, feeling Shea embrace her total nakedness and blushed. However, she leaned against him and held him tighter. Looking at Circe, she could see the fake knife and blushed. She didn't care.

"I am just happy, I get more time with you." She whispered shyly to Shea. She rested her forehead against him and shut her eyes and shivered biting her lip and swallowed hard.
 
Shea held Elena tightly, tenderly. He had been forced to deliberately hide his emotions throughout this first part of her trial. He was worried she wouldn't make it, that she'd cry out, scream for mercy, break down in a gibbering fit. Instead, she had made him proud beyond his wildest dreams. Her statement of devotion to him had not only raised his stock among the other members of the Order - which was of only mild interest to him, for he was not a person who cared what others thought - but also confirmed what he had just suspected, but what Mistress Valki had seen immediately. That beneath the timid, frightened girl who suffered from constant skin rashes and an embarrassing bladder issue, there was something more. A brave girl a perfect submissive, a true Jade-sub, the type that comes along perhaps once in a generation.

He held her longer than protocol demanded, not caring what anyone thought, until Mistress Valki had to drop a gentle hint that the next stage of the ritual was overdue. It, too, would contain the four elements - fear, pain, humiliation and randomnity - but it would take a totally different form. T'mewi had passed her first test, but there was more to come!

She was blindfolded again, this time with a cloth that ties around her eyes. Chevvie and Lupus took an arm each and frogmarched her along what felt like a stone corridor, then down a flight of steps. She then heard the sound of two sets of footsteps walking away, Lupus' padding and Chevvie's fast, confident stride. But there was someone else in the room - someone breathing hard, with excitement.

"You must count to ten," came a girl's voice. "Then remove the blindfold. It's a loose knot."

Elena obeyed the instruction, and found herself in a room with no windows, the walls padded. Opposite her stood a tall, fit looking Asian girl, with long, dyes orange and red hair, dressed in a red leotard and orange tights.

"I admire your taste, slave," the other girl said. "I too desire to be the slave of the one you call Master. But I'm a jealous girl. You want him - you have to fight me."

And then, she advanced upon Elena, and with massive strength pushed her against the wall. "Will you fight for him, or surrended now, and escape with no injury? Your call?"
 
She felt safe in his arms. She honestly did. When she was in his arms, she vowed she would do whatever to be his. She leaned in and swallowed biting her lip. She sighed hearing Mistress Valki say that it was time to go. She looked down and looked up at him and swallowed hard. She just wanted to curl up with him. Maybe get something to eat. Her stomach was growling. She had skipped lunch and she was hungry. She didn't fight as she was blindfolded or as she was carried. She heard the other person. Elena wondered if she was going to be fed to someone.

Elena slowly counted to ten in her head. Honestly, it was probably more like a slow 13. But who was honest to God counting. Reaching up, she pulled the blindfold down and looked at the woman and swallowed and looked at the girl. Calmly, she tried to keep her voice steady.

"I think, it is the masters call." She said and winced as she was pushed against the wall and looked at the girl. "But I will fight to show my devotion to him, and if he ends up choosing you over me, at least he knows I would fight for him." Her body began to tremble as she punched at the girl. She looked at her knowing there was no turning back. Her hives began to break out in modest over her body as she raged her fury at always being the victim and lunged at the girl.
 
The Asian girl smiled, and then her smile turned to outright laughter. She simply stood still, making no attempt to hurt the frail girl, who had launched herself at her - it was like an adult, humoring a child. The girl she was testing certainly didn't lack courage, but was way too short of the ability to carry out any offensive action.

Elena tried everything to hurt her, but the Asian girl was unmoved. Elena was simply too weak and unco-ordinated to do any damage. Slaps, kicks, gouging, all failed to register. Finally, the Asian girl bodily picked up the helplessly flailing Elena, taking no notice of her struggles and screams, and carried her over to a large bin that was set in the corner of the padded room.

She dumped Elena in the bin, leaving her thin legs kicking in the air, then bowed to one of the walls - in which was set a pin-hole camera, for the defeated girl's humiliation was being broadcast to the entire assembly.

And then, the Asian girl walked back to the bin and, with surprising gentleness, offered her hand to Elene to help her out. "Don't worry," she whispered, softly. "You didn't have to win the fight to pass the test. You just had to show the courage to fight for him. My name's Usoip, slave of Xit'ver. I have no ambitions to take Master from you. We just needed to test how much you wanted him."

She helped Elena extricate herself from the bin, then took her hand and bowed, whispering for Elena to do the same. After a few moments, the door opened and Chevvie and Siah emerged, carrying blindfolds and bindings. Elena had passed two tests, but there were more to come.

Soon, the blindfolded, hogtied Ella felt her back against a wall. It felt cold and uncomfortable. Chevvie removed the blindfold, and Elena found herself alone in a room - with a gigantic rat!
 
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