Chapter Three

Chapter 3 15/04/15

They entered a large ballroom size room, expensive soft pink curtains hung from the sash window curtain rods.  White wooden shutters were folded back.  The wall paper oozed money, delicate pink flowers bloomed supported by elongated stems that flowed and danced.  Outlines of leaves completed the picture.
The high ceiling had two grand chandeliers positioned at equal distance from the ends.  Wall lights with shades littered the walls, these were on even although sunlight streamed in.
The black and white diamond tiles shined like mirrors where the sunlight struck them.  Half tables lined one wall and a large oak desk and captains swivel chair were resting at the far end; so who ever sat there had a commanding view of who entered.  To David's left, so opposite the windows was a wide stone fireplace, empty except for a colourful screen depicting peacocks in full fan.  Large oil paintings of middld aged women paraded up down the wall which had the fire place.  Each looking stern and authoritative, many holding a crop or cane.

Malcolm, Calum and Ahmed were standing facing the desk; slightly off centre; to the left, each, David noticed ,had their hands handcuffed behind their backs.  All were naked, their heads down, shoulders slumped.  Cathy strode ahead, David reluctantly followed, he couldn't help but notice the smart black skirt moved, swayed as she walked, her bottom revealed to be shapely,
Stockings or holdups stretched down her slender legs to black patent high heeled shoes.  The crisp white shirt betrayed the heat of the day, David could spy a small patch of sweat in the small of her back.

As they got closer David's heart thumped faster and faster, he could just see a woman sitting at the desk, partially hidden from view by the men. A second woman stood behind and to the left of the seated figure.  Again David could not get a clear view.  The three men looked in his direction, David was shocked to see their faces, bruised, bloody, black eyes and broken teeth were evident.  All three were breathing heavily, chests still heaving.  Fat Malcolm and Ahmed had been crying.  Only Calum looked defiant, angry.

David became aware that Cathy was wagging three fingers behind her back.  He got the message and dropped downwards, forehead touching the floor, arms bent at the elbows straight in front of him, palms resting on the tiles. Knees shoulder width apart, toenails again matching the floor so that the bottom of the feet or in David's case the soles of his worn trainers exposed.    

"What the dickens" came a female voice; followed by the click click click of heels meeting floor.  "Get up" came a clear crisp command from the voice he had just heard.  David almost moved but Wendy's voice came booming into his mind.  "Only position two gets you out of submission if you've put yourself into three, never move, never move until you given the correct command"

There followed an uncomfortable long silence, David was desperate to look up, but knew he would be lost if he did.  The silence went on and on; finally broken by Fat Malcolm, "Get up you wee dick."

There was a flurry of clicks followed by the sound of thumps, groans and then sobbing.
"You bitch" snarled Calum,
 "You piece of shit" Ahmed added.
David then heard all three woman move; speedily and with purpose, again there then followed the sounds of pain, screams and breaking appendages.  Something or someone fell over David, it hurt.  He tried to block the cries out as they got longer and louder, desperately attempting to recall Wendy words she uttered when he joined in Paul's and Arron's training when they were just ten or eleven.  Both boys had just had their Chastity devices fitted.  Arron was so excited and kept showing David.  Arron was proud and happy.  Somehow David ended up naked in Wendy's Kitchen with the two lads practicing their positions and responses.  Arron and Paul had their Submissive Exams coming up.  David just joined in, it was a laugh, they all laughed and joked, Wendy and Cathy instructed and praised all three of them.  David was so happy to belong.  Afterwards there was jelly and ice cream. Then Cathy and the boys went off to Coven.  Wendy remained and indicated David to stay rather than go home as normal.
"David" she said pulling him onto her lap and hugging him, "Listen closely, if you go into submission never move without being given the two command.  I mean it, never, not if your hit, punched, kicked or worse.  If you do" She continued as he tried to ask a question "You lose the twenty four hours.  This gives you time, protection, it gives a lady time to cool down.  She won't permanently hurt or damage you until the twenty four hours is up.  It's not a game" she stressed "Understand?"
David had nodded, not fully understanding.

He did now!
The beatings ended followed by sobs, heavier breathing and spluttered coughing.
He felt a hand on his neck followed by the word "Two" loud and clear from Cathy.
Moving into a kneeling position, head bowed, palms resting down on his thighs David resisted the almost overwhelming urge to look up.  A pair of Shoes appeared in his sight, again Black Patent but with a pretty bow on each one. "Free Talk, Free Look" said the woman whose voice he had heard earlier.  David looked up slowly, carefully, expecting a blow, none came.
He gazed upon a woman in her late forties or early fifties.  Black curly hair, sharp nose, piercing steel blue eyes.  Tight firm lips and a look of complete contempt on her features.

"Right scum you tell me your tale about last night, let's see how much matches with theirs" She said pointing at the three figures prone on the floor.
In an initially halting voice David told her everything, or rather as much as he could recall, fear robbed him of detail. When he finished she squatted down and spat in his face, David moved a hand very slightly before forced it back.  Seeing this she flung her arm out and slapped him across his face.  The stinging pain was awful. David gripped his thighs for dear life.  "How dare you move you lying creature" she yelled.  "You ran into one of my Warriors? How come your alive?, How did you steal the 'Sacred Cup', where is it?", No Warriors missing, injured or dead.......  Come, come" she mocked "You must do better than that!"
"I'm not lying" David earnestly answered "It's true, I swear it on my life"
The woman smiled a dark evil smile before saying "Oh yes, well that's already gone, so that holds no weight with me........maybe though" she continued after a brief pause "You need a demonstration of how you will die in twenty four hours.   Maybe you will beg for an easier death than these three are about to have". Standing up she walked away to the desk and pressed a button, seconds later six men walked in, naked apart from chastity devices, leather cuffs adorned  wrists and ankles and each had a steel collar around their neck.  David knew they were Slave-Dogs, just like Paul and Arron must be now he thought.
The six knelt into position two, then flowed into position three before moving back into two and standing up.  Without a word they grabbed Calum, Malcolm and Ahmed and propelled them out of the room. All three looked too shattered to protest.

The woman returned to her seat and drummed her fingers on the wooden surface before saying "Tell me now where the Cup is and I will spare you, it's priceless but worthless to you, well maybe worth your life" she said slowly; ensuring he got the message.
David was unable to help himself, arms waved frantically as he pleaded that they hadn't taken it, he shouted his protestations so great was his fear.
The woman snarled her response. "I, Mistress Emilia Blackstock,Lady of the First Coven, Leader of that Coven, and I do not believe you, I don't believe your comrades".  Then after a pause in case David confessed; she continued.  "So be it, come, lets see your friends dance, that will loosen your tongue!"

Cathy pulled him up and David was led down the way they had come to the passage, this time he was led through another door into a double story chamber, they emerged on to a mezzanine with a couple of small round tables and six chairs.  There was a rail protecting one from falling down into the main part of the chamber. Stone steps dropped down connecting top with bottom.
David gasped as he spied what was arranged below.  Fat Malcolm and the other two were standing on small hangman like trap doors, one trap below each foot.  Each man David could see was on tip-toe, the reason to why became evident.  Each had a rod like spike shaped as a massive penis sticking up their bottoms, the penises were fixed to the floor some five feet below the trap doors.  Each one tapered outwards quickly so that the width doubled every couple of inches. Sharpe barbs and spikes stuck out in all directions.  Seeing the party enter the room all three cried out pleading, begging for mercy.  Mistress Blackstock descended the stairs, smiling broadly.  She ran her hand over their chests, tweaking a nipple here and there.  Finally all was silent, the men had run out of steam, nothing left to say.
Standing back so all three could see her she pronounced sentence "You break into my house, you steal, you lie, you're scum.  Now spend the next four hours dying in extreme agony, enjoy!"
With that she pulled a lever, the trap doors fell, the men slid down four or five inches, their holes ripped apart, blood gushed, legs twitched and jerked, and the screams! David had never heard anything like it.  Emilia ignored the noise and picked up a ball parachute from a table nearby, fixing it to the screaming Calum around his testicles so a small lipped basked hung just below his balls.  This she did to the other two before lighting three tea light.  One by one she showed the flickering flaming lights to them before slipping one into each basket.  The frantic struggles got worse, the screams faded as vocal cords became damaged, faces contorted in pure hell.  The incessant struggling caused more movement downwards on the poles adding to the impossible pain that was breaking their minds.  Picking up a pair of pliers Mistress E looked up at David, "Twenty Four hours, then it will be your turn, but you get eight, not four". She laughed. "Cathy lock him up and come and join in the fun!"
She turned back to the helpless Calum and said "Bitch am I? Let's find out!"
With that she squeezed onto his right nipple with the pliers, twisted and ripped downwards taking nipple and a strip of skin.  The high pitched screams recommenced.  The other lady positively ran down the steps to join in.  Cathy dragged the petrified David out of the chamber, the bellows and cries cut off as the door closed behind them.

David ,sobbing uncontrollably, thought he would faint.  Next to the garage door was another door, metal and solid.  Cathy tapped in a code on the electronic keypad; opened the door and pushed David in.  They looked at each other in silence for a few seconds, then Cathy said "I will come and see you later if I can". With that she shut the door and all was black.

David slumped down onto the hard floor his mind unable to accept what had happened, it shut down, he couldn't think, comprehend, cope, he just lay there in a daze.  He must have eventually fallen asleep because when a light came on it startled him. The door swung outwards and Cathy reappeared.  In her hand she had a bowl of what looked like stew with a plastic spoon standing to attention in the middle of the brown mixture and a bottle of water tucked under her arm.  "Here" she said offering him both.  David reached up and gratefully took them.  Cathy ducked out for a second and returned with an orange bucket.  "In case you need to go" She explained.
"What time is it?" David asked in a subdued tone.
"Just before Six" came the reply "I've got Coven at eight, after that I'm not allowed to see you again so if you want anything, no don't ask" she said quickly as his head jerked up.
"I've tried and tried, honest, once we finished with them and she had had a chance to cool down, I hoped. They only lasted two hours.  She's determined to see you suffer and die tomorrow at ten, not quite twenty four hours; but close enough she says.  Why didn't you tell her the truth?  She knows all four of you entered the tunnel, saying it wasn't me over and over again is bull, and you know it. You should have used logic, facts, assuming that you had any facts"
David didn't know what to say, he was at a loss.  Tomorrow he was going to die and there wasn't a thing he could do to stop it.  "Can I have my phone and listen to some music" he asked.  Cathy thought about it before saying "Ok as long as there's not a phone signal I can not see why not.  I'll test it and if it's ok drop it in about seven, ok?".
David nodded and huskily said "Thanks, how's your Mum?"  He couldn't think of anything else to ask or say.
Cathy slid down to sit on the floor, her back resting against the wall next to the door.  She told him all about the family, how they had looked for him when he had gone, how upset Wendy was, her brothers angry and hurt. Strangely she didn't mention how she felt David noticed.
He told her what had happened, the grotty flat, the crap failing school, the drugs, the violence, the men.  His Mothers succession of failures.  Each man was going to be different; but each one turned out to be the same man who just looked different.  He spoke of his Mothers death, social trying to help.  The old man who gave him a job.  David didn't mention the touching up.  He smiled as he told her about Joe who owned the yard and could get a whole burger and bun into his mouth in one.  Eventually they both fell silent; just content in each other's company like an old married couple. "I have to go" finally Cathy said.  "Back in a tick" with that she went shutting the door, the lights went off.  A few minutes later the door opened and the lights came on.  "Here take it" Cathy said as she handed the phone across.  "I will try again in the morning, I promise, I'm sorry, I never thought she would ever go this far!"  She turned to go.
"Cathy" he called "Please leave the lights on; I don't want to be in the dark". With that he started to cry soft tears.  Cathy nodded without turning back so that he could not see her tears.  The door closed softly but the lights stayed on.

David turned the I-phone on, it registered no signal, looking at the clock it read 1945.  Not long David thought, not long until I'm dead, "Oh fuck" he cried out while slapping his head.

It was just before midnight that Mistress E had a very strange phone call on her mobile phone that rested on the Bedside cabinet next to her bed and then on her landline phone which also sat on the cabinet.  After the calls she took a few minutes, sitting back up in bed in quite contemplation before making a call herself.

The following morning Cathy walked into the breakfast room to see Emilia drinking coffee from a fine bone china cup.  "Emilia hi, can we talk?" Cathy enquired nervously.
Mistress E looked up, studying Cathy before saying, "If it's about not killing that scum down there don't bother"
Cathy stood opposite her, the table forming a barrier between them.  Cathy banged both fists on the table, the crockery rattled, the poorly positioned milk jug bounced off the table and compacted itself on the floor, neither woman noticed or cared.  Milk ran slowly away a short distance before starting to soak into the gold and red carpet.  Cathy told her everything.  David who lived next door, David the friend, David the one who carried her books to school, David the one was going to be her families 'House Collared Submissive'
David the one who was taken away, lost, lonely unguided, unloved.
Emilia listened in silence, she waited for the torrent to end before replying in a forceful tone that brook no argument.  "Too late, I cut his throat ten minutes ago"
Cathy ran from the room in floods of tear, blurting out "Oh how could you, how could you do this to Wendy, to me, to my brothers!".