Date: Thu, 13 Apr 2017 07:48:23 +0000 (UTC)
From: sfmaster <sfmaster@att.net>
Subject: Challenge CH04 Part 2

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"The Challenge" Chapter Four PT2: Rejection

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 "The Challenge" by sfmaster@worldnet.att.net


Challenge CH04 PT2


From the next room, Erica and Jasmine could hear the sounds of Lauren being
used.  After the session in the playroom, Erica had watched as Jasmine took
a quick shower, followed by Erica and finally Lauren.  Then they had all
adjourned to the bedrooms, and being used.

	On the dresser was a riding crop, cat, and dildo.  Both Erica and
Jasmine wore collars, but their bracelets from their wrists and ankles had
been removed, and neither had been secured to the wall.  Erica felt strange
being naked in a bedroom with Jasmine.

	She had not felt this way with Mistress Martine in the city, but
that was because Martine had not taken her to bed.  When she had been young
in her early twenties, she had worked at Gucci, interning there for a
summer job.  She had been taken to bed by an older woman in her thirties,
and had enjoyed the experience.  In the years since, she had gone to bed
with both men and women, leading her into sexual confusion.  What sex was
she attracted to?

	"Scared?" asked Jasmine, a smile on her lips.

	"No......no," stammered Erica.

	"I can guarantee that it won't hurt at all, unlike a session," said
Jasmine as she embraced Erica.

	Jasmine began by tenderly kissing Erica on her cheeks and lips,
while her hands roamed over Erica's body.  Her washed body smelled of Jean
Nate, which she had sprayed on herself in the bathroom.  Erica responded to
her slowly, by holding the other woman to her.

	When Jasmine began to suck and playfully bite her erect nipples was
when Erica finally became aroused by her partner's attentions.  They were
rolling around on the bed, not even bothering to get under the covers.

	Then Jasmine's hand cupped Erica's mons and slit, and inserted two
of her fingers inside Erica's sex.  Erica didn't flinch or stop, but
instead opened her legs to accommodate the other woman's attentions to her
sex.

	"That's good, Erica," breathed Jasmine.

	Erica didn't reply, but instead held Jasmine closer to herself,
their breasts pressed tightly against one another.  She loved the scent of
another woman, and the feel of her companion against her.

	Jasmine disengaged her arms from Erica, then made Erica lay back on
the bed.  She planted a trail of kisses on her stomach as she made her way
down to Erica's wet sex.

	"I'm now going to make you scream with pleasure," Jasmine said
softly.

	Erica felt her pussy sucked and tongued by Jasmine, and when the
woman's tongue entered her lips and played with the bud of her clit she
moaned with excitement.  Erica opened her legs still further, and played
with Jasmine's long hair as the woman sucked and lightly bit Erica's sex.
Sweat broke out on Erica's body as she pulsed with new found erotic
feelings, then she finally came with a rush that left her panting and
breathless.  Erica moaned with the greatest pleasure that she had ever
known in her life.

	"Thank you," said Erica as they snuggled up against one another
afterwards.

	"You're welcome."

	"Jasmine, can I ask you something?"

	"Well, we're naked and in bed, you've used me with a riding crop
and your fellow slave has whipped me, so I guess that there are no secrets
between us," laughed Jasmine, "what do you want to know?"

	"What's a safeword?"

	"You mean that you're a slave and you don't know what a safeword
is?" asked Jasmine.

	"No."

	"You must be joking!"

	"No, really," Erica answered.

	"A safeword is something that you as a slave agree to with your
Master or Mistress beforehand.  When you've reached the limit of your pain
or endurance, you call mercy or something else, and that stops the action.
Period."

	"I have never heard that before," said Erica.

	"How long have you been a slave?"

	Erica related how she had met Daniel and been attracted to him, how
he had run her life and prevented her from reading anything about Dominance
and submission.

	"Hmmm," Jasmine answered, "I've never heard of anything like that,
but being a slave doesn't mean having to turn your mind off."

	"What can I do?" Erica asked.

	"Well, there's plenty of books available.  Why don't you look
around in Manhattan and you'll find a whole group of shops that sell
clothing and whips, and they all have books on the subject too.  That was
how I started, by reading, going to clubs, then I met Mistress Lois."

	"Oh," answered Erica.

	When Erica was between Jasmine's thighs and exploring her sex and
tasting another woman for the first time, Erica resolved that her period of
ignorance was over.  She was going to learn more about D/s no matter the
cost, which she was prepared to pay.  She had been under Daniel's spell
long enough, kept in ignorance, and only having to say "Yes, sir."

	Just as she had crossed one divide by having her appearance changed
and becoming Erica Riken, she would now recreate herself again.
	* * * * *
	"Good evening," said Lauren.

	Erica awakened to find herself on a bed, lying face down.  The last
thing that she remembered had been Lauren using her with a cane, then she
had passed out from the beating.

	"How do you feel?"

	"Hurt," Erica answered.

	"You took the cane very well, before you passed out," complimented
Lauren.

	"Why?" asked Erica.

	"Because Daniel said that you were disobedient, which was why I
punished you."

	"Why are you so vicious, Lauren?"

	"What do you mean, vicious?"

	"Why are you so anxious to hurt someone?" cried Erica.

	"Because all my life I've been taking it from others.  I was raped
and abused by a family member when I was young.  An athlete in school beat
me when I wouldn't put out for him.  Now I have the chance for a little
power, and I'm going to use it," explained Lauren.

	By then, Erica had ceased to care about, Lauren, Daniel, or much of
anything else.
	* * * * *
	Erica's chance for knowledge had arrived just three weeks and six
beatings later.  One Wednesday morning the phone rang just as she had been
dressing to go to work.  Her boss had called to tell her not to come in,
since a power transformer had exploded near work.  Power had been knocked
out to the entire block, and the police had cordoned the area off.  So
there was going to be no work today!

	Erica quickly stripped off her work clothes, and looked at herself
in the mirror.  Daniel, in a violent episode, had punched her in the eye.
Erica had covered up the bruise with makeup, and it was finally beginning
to heal.  However, she had been subject to a series of very severe beatings
that had left her sore and stiff.

	One night, Daniel had used her, then handed the whip to Lauren.
Lauren didn't stop until Erica had hung limply in her chains, and her back
had bled.  Erica had wanted to scream mercy, but had managed to keep
silent.

	In the last three weeks, Erica had planned her city trip carefully.
She had bought the paper again, and found that fetish shops did indeed
exist.  So she had called all of them, had noted their locations in the
city, and had resolved to visit as soon as possible.

	Now she had her chance, and Erica decided to take it!  She dressed
in an old blouse and jeans, sneakers, and would drive into the city.  She
had resolved to buy every book that she could lay her hands on, to finally
learn.

	Regardless of what her Master had told her!

	The drive in to Manhattan was done after rush hour.  Erica parked
her car at a lot closest to the fetish shops that she could manage.
Walking down the streets, she realized just how long it had been since she
had last set foot in the city.  How she missed it's excitement, and pulse!

	Entering the first shop, she was immediately turned on by the aroma
of leather, rubber & PVC.  She had seen the outfits that Martine had worn,
and wondered where the Dominatrix had bought them.  Now she knew.  But it
was the bookrack that had been her reason for coming here, not clothing.

	Feeling like the first time that she had set foot into the famed
library at Harvard, she walked with purpose to the large display of
paperbacks and hardcover books.  Swallowing, she selected one at random,
leafed through it, and started reading.  Here was something that was not
coming from her Master.

	One by one, she looked over a copy of each book, then placed in on
the counter.  Soon, she had a pile of books on proper D/s practice; D/s
devices; books written by Doms & Subs about the D/s experience; and
fiction.

	"Starting a library?" asked the store clerk.

	"Kind of," Erica answered.

	After selecting the pile of books, Erica took some time to satisfy
her curiosity to try on some of the fetish garments.  She enjoyed the feel
and smell of their materials, and how sexy that they made her look.  The
woman helping her noticed the marks on her body, but said nothing, instead
helping Erica select garments that fit her perfectly.

	Erica left the shop with a big bag of books, plus some clothing
after all.  She realized that she couldn't get this sort of stuff in
Connecticut!  Stowing the goods in the car trunk, she walked to the next
shop.  She wasn't surprised to find that there were only a few publishers
of D/s books, nor of fetish clothing.

 	How often had she gone from Macy's to Stern's and then finally
Gimbel's and seen the same dresses?  So it was no shock that her choices
were limited.

	She ate a late lunch at a restaurant, and read a book about D/s
while eating.  While her choice of reading material raised the eyebrows of
the waitress, Erica didn't care.  The drive back was uneventful, and Erica
half wished that she could have taken the train.  But then she would have
been limited to the amount that she could carry, not keep in the car.

	Bringing the bags back to her apartment was a chore, but one that
she did gladly.  Finally, she opened each bag and emptied the contents on
the bed.  Having brought a few cans of Coke with her already, Erica took a
notebook and pen, and opened a book that looked good.  She began to read,
and learn.

	Erica Riken would no longer be a slave to ignorance any longer, no
longer blindly accept whatever Master Daniel had told her.  Her belated
education had begun.
	* * * * *
	"Deep throat me," Daniel ordered one evening.

	Still dazed from the punishment session with the whip that she had
endured, Erica wasn't sure if she had heard Daniel's order correctly.  She
had been made to hang from the ceiling chain for what had seemed like an
eternity before first Daniel and then Lauren had consented to use the whip
on her.  Her shoulders ached, and her arms felt like they were going to rip
themselves from their sockets for hanging so long.

	Her feet were inches from the floor, but they may have been miles
away for all the good that it did her.  Every muscle in her body was
strained from having been kept in suspension for so long, and she felt like
she had been placed on a rack.

	But it was the lash that had hurt her.  Used by both Daniel and
Lauren, it had been applied without mercy.  In recent weeks, it had been
made plain to Erica that while both she and Lauren were slaves, Lauren had
taken her place.  So Lauren was allowed the freedom to use Erica, which she
took at every opportunity.

	After this session, Erica had slumped to the floor after being
released, not even having the strength to stand.  She felt like crying,
since this was not the way that she had been treated before Lauren had
arrived.

	Daniel had then walked over to her, and unzipped the leather outfit
that he had been wearing and exposed his hard erect cock.  His shaft was
long and hard, and Erica had not minded taking him in her mouth before.
But not after she had been beaten into submission first.

	"Deep throat me."

	"Please Sir, I don't feel well!" Erica protested.

	"You'll feel a lot worse if you don't do as I say!"

	Reluctantly, Erica got to her knees and with her right hand, guided
his organ into her mouth.  She licked and sucked, and Daniel remained hard.
But without warning, he plunged his shaft deep into her throat, making her
gag.

	"Take my cock, slave!"

	It took all of Erica's concentration to avoid pulling her mouth
away from his shaft, and he came quickly.  Erica tasted the salty pre-come
before his shaft came alive and began to pulse with orgasm.  His hot come
shot into her throat, and Erica swallowed the salty fluid, hoping that it
would be over soon.

	Once he had finished, Erica slumped again to the floor.  The floor
cooled her heated flesh, and Erica wished that this nightmare of abuse and
punishment would end.  But she had no idea how she might leave Daniel.

	Later that night, both Daniel and Lauren had taken her to bed.  She
had been made to suck Lauren's pussy as Daniel had used both of her bottom
holes.  First, she had liked the feel of his cock in her sex, and she had
been driven to orgasm.  But Lauren, in her desire to show that she was a
better slave, had always let Daniel use her anus without complaint.

	The next day, Daniel had informed her that they were all going to
attend a D/s play party next week, and that he was going to have Erica
perform her submission in public.  The following weekend, Erica knew, was
going to be very difficult on her.

Part Two: Rejection

March 1983

	The party was held the following weekend at a house in Westport,
just up from Greenwich.  Daniel had worn a black outfit and was carrying
the toybag, in which he had brought a short whip, a crop, and a few other
things.

	Erica had worn a black dress, with nothing underneath, leaving her
feeling strange not be wearing at least a bra and panties.  Lauren had worn
a blouse and skirt, also without any underwear either.  Daniel had been
acting even more strange than normal, and had asked Erica over to his house
during the week.  The sole purpose of her coming over on Wednesday had been
to lubricate her bottom and make her wear a large butt plug for several
hours.

	It was one thing, Erica thought, to be used in a consensual manner
in public, as she had been in NYC before she had met Daniel.  But now, in
spite of the face that she had politely asked him how she was going to be
used, he had refused to tell her.  In fact, he had belted her in the jaw,
leaving her in pain and shock.

	The house was a large one, and several cars were already in the
driveway.  Daniel parked the car, and he escorted his two slaves to the
door and rang the bell.  A woman wearing a halter-top, skirt, and leather
collar around her neck admitted them inside.

	Their hosts were Keith and Beth Simon, a married couple.  He was
her Master, and she the slave.  He was a doctor at a local hospital, she
was a teacher at a local school.  They were quite an attractive looking
couple together.

	Several others had arrived before them, a mixed group of Masters,
Mistresses, slaves both male and female, some in various states of undress.
The Dom(mes) were the only ones talking, unless given permission to by
their owners.

	Shortly after their arrival, Daniel had placed collars on them
both.  That way, anyone would know that they were both slaves.  He had
gotten them both drinks, and they circulated amongst the other guests.  One
female slave had undressed, and was displaying her marks.  Her nipples were
ringed, and her Master had said that he wanted to have her sex pierced as
well.

	After everyone had arrived, everyone went downstairs to the
playroom.  There, Erica noted a X frame, a bondage cross, chains hanging
from the ceiling for suspension purposes, a wooden cage (which Keith had
said that he had built by himself) stocks, and plenty of other things.

	The first person to be used was a female slave named Daphne by her
Master, Jason.  He undressed her, then locked her wrists to one of the
ceiling chains.  He had a long coiled whip in his bag, and used that on
her.

	Daphne had been well trained, for she took fifteen strokes with
only moans escaping her lips.  Once the series was over, she kissed the
whip and Jason's hands, then bowed at his feet.  Everyone applauded the
performance.

	Next was a Dominatrix named Regina, who had brought her slave
William.  He was tied to the X frame, and cropped for twenty strokes, which
he counted off perfectly.  Again, everyone applauded.

	As each Dom(me) used their slave, Daniel had gone to the bar and
taken another drink.  Erica knew that Lauren had been giving alcohol to
Daniel as a gift (since she had refused to steal it from her firm) and that
he was perhaps becoming dependent upon it.

	Finally, their turn came.  Erica stripped, and was braceleted as
usual.  She was made to lie down on a wooden platform, and her arms and
legs were stretched apart.  Daniel used a riding crop, and used her bottom
and the back of her thighs, and finally between her legs.

	Much to her surprise, she was released after her use.  Puzzled,
Erica wondered why her anus wasn't going to be used.  She rose from the
platform, only to be pushed down again by Lauren.

	"Now then," Daniel said, "you've all seen just how submissive my
slave Erica is.  Just to prove how good a slave she is, I'm now going to
take her up the ass with my cock."

	"No," said Erica.

	"What did you say?" Daniel asked.

	"No, Sir, please don't use my ass in public, please!" Erica begged.

	Daniel unzipped his black jeans, and everyone watched in silence,
waiting to see what happened next.

	"No, please, mercy," cried Erica.

	"What was that, slave?" Daniel demanded.

	"Mercy, Master, mercy!" Erica cried.

	Erica felt his hard cock at the entrance to her bottom and jumped
away.  When she turned to face Daniel, she was punched in the stomach, and
then in the jaw.

	"Disloyal slave!" Daniel roared.

	"Now that's enough," said Keith, as he placed his body between
Erica, who was cowering on the floor, and Daniel.

	"Go away!  She's mine."

	"She's called Mercy, and has indicated that she doesn't want to be
used up the ass," said Keith.

	"She's mine, and mind your own business, damn you," screamed
Daniel.

	Just as Erica was rising from the floor, Daniel maneuvered around
Keith and struck a blow with his fists that left Erica staggering.

	"Stop!" screamed Keith, "or I'll put you in the hospital!"

	"If you want this worthless slave so much, then you can have her,"
said Daniel.

	It was then that Erica passed out, and slumped to the floor,
unconscious.  She had taken a severe blow to the head, and it finally had
knocked her out.
	* * * * *
	Erica awoke to the feeling of a cold compress on her forehead.
Keith was standing over her, and his wife Beth was holding her hand.

	"Are you all right?" asked Keith.

	"Where am I?"

	"In one of our bedrooms."

	"Where's Daniel?"

	"After he gave you to me, which was witnessed in public with
everyone there, he took Lauren and left right away.  How do you feel?"

	"My head's ringing."

	"Not unusual after the blow that you took.  Have you ever had a
concussion before?"

	"Yes."

	Erica thought to herself that Alana Peters had a great fall and all
the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't put Alana back together
again.

	"Well, get some sleep, and we'll talk in the morning.  One of us
will be with you all night."

	Keith pulled a sheet and a winter quilt over her naked form, and
Erica quickly drifted off into a deep and dreamless sleep.
	* * * * *
	Erica awoke to the wonderful aroma of tea.  Beth had placed a tray
with a teapot, and cup and saucer on the bed next to her.

	"Good Morning," greeted Beth, "how do you feel?"

	"Okay, I guess."

	"Sit up then and drink something."

	Erica sat up, and Beth arranged the pillows behind her back.  She
was naked, and bruised from the session the night before, but that didn't
matter.  Erica and Beth were both slaves, after all.

	"Thanks," said Erica.

	Erica drank a few sips of tea after Beth had filled the cup for
her.  It warmed her, and felt so good going down.

	"Can I have something to eat, I'm starved?" asked Erica.

	"Not yet," answered Keith as he entered the room and sat on the
bed, "no solid food since you might have a concussion.  I want you to have
x-rays first."

	"You're a doctor?" asked Erica.

	"Yes.  It's Sunday morning, and the hospital will be quiet now.
I've arranged a private x-ray for you all on my account.  So drink up, and
let's get going," ordered Keith.

	"All I have is my evening dress," answered Erica.

	"I'm sure that Beth can find something for you to wear, can't you,
darling?" asked Keith.

	Thirty minutes later, Keith. Beth and Erica were on their way to
the hospital.  Beth had found a top, and jeans and sneakers for Erica to
wear.  Erica and Beth sat in silence in the back, and when they pulled onto
the hospital grounds, Erica felt like she was having a panic attack.

	The Hospital.  Not the same one that she had been in before, but
they all looked the same.  All smelled the same.  They drove to the
doctor's private lot, and went in a side entrance.  Outside of security,
maintenance and a few visitors, the place was empty.

	It took all of Erica's will not to break down and cry in remembered
pain from her accident and recovery.  She lay on the x-ray table as she was
scanned from head to toe.  The technician developed the film, and handed
the pictures to Keith in an envelope.  They then walked to his office, and
Keith placed the pictures on a light box, and said nothing as Erica and
Beth waited in silence.

	"Beth, could you leave us for a few minutes, please?" asked Keith.

	"Yes, Sir."

	Once she had left, and they were alone, Erica waited for Keith to
begin.

	"Daniel has been using you in more than just a D/s manner, hasn't
he?  You've covered up a black eye in makeup, you have evidence of being
kicked and punched, and a few hairline fractures.  Is that the way he's
been using you?"

	"Yes, sir," Erica answered softly.

	"I've never liked him, he's an embarrassment to us all in the
scene.  One day, he's likely to kill someone.  At least that won't be you,
since everyone heard him give you to me.  Do you want a new Master, Erica?
Do you want to continue?"

	"Yes, Master."

	"I'm not your Master yet.  First, I want to interview you, see why
you're a submissive, your sexual orientation, and so on.  Being a slave
means more than being on the floor and saying Master."

	Erica sat in silence, and swallowed.

	"Your x-rays showed something more than just his abuse.  You've had
some pretty severe injuries lately.  A car accident?"

	"I fell off a ladder," lied Erica.

	Keith sat back in his chair, the leather squeaking as he shifted
his weight.  Erica could see that he was considering his next words.

	"I've been a doctor here for a long time, Erica.  There are the
rich, the old and new money, and everyone else.  Families going back to
colonial times.  There's a strange story running around the country clubs
lately, Erica.  About the daughter of a prominent family who survived a car
accident, who quit her Wall Street job and was seen going in a sex club in
Manhattan, then vanishing."

	"What does that have to do with me?  I'm a bookkeeper at a liquor
distributor in Darien," protested Erica.

	"You must have fallen off some ladder then, to sustain those kind
of injuries."

	"Yes, and it hurt like hell."

	"Do you know anything about a woman named Alana Peters?" bluntly
asked Keith.

	"No," Erica lied.

	"Good, then let's go out for brunch.  You must be hungry."

	"I'm starved."

	"I'm going to train you Erica.  In posture, in submission.  In
using the lash also.  It's time you had a proper Master."

	"Thank you, Sir," answered Erica.

End of Challenge Chapter Four PT2