Our Only Hope - S01 E07

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Our Only Hope - S01 E07

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 7

Natasha translated for me. “She’s saying, ‘I’ve been good,’” Natasha said very softly, “and she’s begging him not to ‘offer her’ tonight. Evidently some of the Masters here volunteer their slaves to be part of the performance.”

I nodded my head to acknowledge that I heard her and went back to concentrating on Master Rod. “Our first presentation,” he said loudly, “is a simple punishment of one of our staff slaves. Each of you will have a chance to rate your servers this evening. Tomorrow night, the server with the lowest rating will be the first presentation at our afterhours show.”

He rubbed his hands together and bent slightly at the waist so that he was looking down almost directly at me. “That way,” he continued, “you won’t intentionally score your server badly just to watch her get punished at the end of the night.” He laughed, “And more importantly, if a server slave knows that they have not done a good job, they have the whole day to worry whether or not theirs was the worst score.”

He clapped his hands together loudly and all of the waitresses came up and stood facing the stage. “Who is it?” he said excitedly. Then pointing at the servers he said, “Which one of you failed to do your job properly last night?”

There was a soft drum roll from the sound system that ended with a single strike of the drum. Exactly when it ended, one of the slaves screamed and jumped forward, falling down on her hands and knees, shaking from the intense shocks that were coming from her collar and cuffs.

“Slave 139 come to the stage,” Master Rod said firmly. The rest of the servers melted back into the darkness, leaving slave 139 kneeling on the floor. When she struggled back to her feet, I could see that she was a he... more or less. She was a sissy shemale with prominent breasts and a small, totally shaven prick and balls. The breasts didn’t have that stuck-on look of implants, so evidently she had been treated with large doses of female hormones to create natural breasts. The hormones would also explain the atrophied male organs. As she cowered on the floor in front of the low stage, an oddly-configured spanking bench was hurriedly pushed into place by two large men with white cloth wound around their waists and groins like strange adult diapers. They had an odd muscular fatness to them that reminded me of illustrations from novels set in the Ottoman Empire. Such body shape is normally the result of castration after puberty.

“You will only make it worse on yourself if you don’t get in place,” Master Rod said harshly.

The sissy pushed herself to her feet and unsteadily stepped up onto the stage. The two large men pulled her over to the device. She was forced to kneel on a low, padded shelf. One of the men held her in place while the other used wide leather restraints built into the shelf to strap her legs in place. Then they bent her over a narrow, padded beam and pulled her arms forward. Again one held her in place while the second connected black nylon straps to her wristcuffs. The straps went into a rachet mechanism like you would see on a flatbed truck. Soon both arms were pulled tight.

“Normally,” Master Rod said to the crowd, “we would use a combination anal-cunt hook to hold the penitent in place, but...” He laughed and then continued, “... obviously part of that hook would have nowhere to go.”

A totally hairless, naked young woman ran onto the stage carrying a metal object. Master Rod held it up for the audience to see. “So,” he said cheerfully, “we have to use a combination anal hook and cock trap.”

He pulled on the strap which was attached to the object and the circle on one end of it pulled almost closed. Evidently the circle would be placed around the sissy’s prick and balls when the anal hook was set in place.

Master Rod, himself, walked over to the restrained slave and reached under her to slip the shiny steel trap over her prick and balls before pulling the anal hook up between her asscheeks and forcefully shoving it into place. There was no lubrication as the chrome ball slid into place.

The slave had been whimpering throughout the process, but yelped loudly when Master Rod pulled on the straps and secured them to the base of the spanking bench more or less directly beneath her head. He used some sort of rachet mechanism to tighten the strap even tighter and then stood back up and glowered down at the bound slave.

“You will have to make sure you remain in place,” the Master said ominously, “or you might end up like my Egyptian eunuchs.” He laughed again. “Well,” he said, “you would never be big enough to be a good eunuch. Perhaps it would just make you a better ass cunt.”

I looked over at Natasha and smugly raised my eyebrows. She just gave me her normal fierce look and returned her gaze to the stage. I had been right about the eunuchs and should have said something about my suspicions. It’s nice to be right once in a while, even if nobody knows it.

I also turned my gaze back to the stage. Master Rodriguez had stepped back slightly to allow one of the eunuchs to attach two cup-like electrodes to the slave’s nipples. The other handed Master Rod a long, black leather paddle. There was a wire extending from the handle of the paddle that went over to a small box sitting on the floor near the slave. The wires from the nipple electrodes also went to the box.

“This is an interesting paddle,” Master Rod said to the crowd and he swished it slowly through the air. “I am told it feels very much like a regular leather paddle, but there are sensors built into it that control that little box.” He was pointing at the box on the floor. “If I tap lightly,” he said as he lightly slapped the slave’s ass, “a very slight shock is delivered.”

The slave bounced slightly in her restraints.

“If I smack harder,” he said as he slammed the paddle forcefully into the slave’s ass, “the shock is correspondingly higher.”

This time the slave shrieked and pulled against her bonds. Her hips rose slightly up from the padded bar, but the pain from the anal hook and cock trap caused her to drop back against the bar.

“She is such a fragile thing,” he said sarcastically, “that I will be merciful and only give her ten swats.” He then began spanking. Each swat was paced so that the slave stopped thrashing and screaming just before the next one landed. She was obviously unconscious before the tenth swat.

Master rod looked down at her in disgust and said curtly, “Put her in the display.”

As the two eunuchs were releasing the unconscious slave, the back curtain was slowly raised revealing four women and two men bound spread-eagled on wheel-like frames attached to the back wall. Unlike the rest of the walls of the club, the back wall was painted a flat white. An additional four wheels stood empty, two on each side of the captives. Beyond that were two more sets of restraints that were attached directly to the wall.