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THE ENSLAVEMENT OF HELEN

My cure was long. Doctors were taken turns near me. Despite the medical science of the 22nd century, the physical effects of the drug I took in Colonia disapeared very belatedly. The psychological havoc too. But I was not bored. The Prince visited me manytimes during the week. We were talking of this and that. No more. I did not tolerate the men's hand on my body. He knew that and he did not try to impose himself. I was grateful to him for that. The Prince's slave-wife came too. Our relations were strained, a mix of friendship and jealousy. All the more since she was pregnant and the Prince did not touch her never more. The fear of the men in front the pregnant women. I was a rival to Laureline. But little by little things became better. I thought so. She understood I was a brief affair, a girl he he had taken.

And there was Agnès.

Her kindness, her thoughfulness transformed my feelings towards her. We falled in love. I was amazed by me. I was so prudish before and now I was experiencing a sapphic feeling towards her.

Her caresses was driving me mad and I came with her finger touches, with her gentle bites, with her tender tongue. She learnt me many things about art of love and I think I was a good pupil.

But she also explained this future society: the european political system and the volontary servitude. My fingers were reading her brand she had on her pubis, I was caressing her face, lingering over the ring piercing her nose: I was fascinated and affraid in the same time. She also taught me the good manners: how a woman had to be dressed depending she was a citizen, a pleasure slave or a working slave. I remembered only one thing : except for the working slaves wearing a simple loin cloth, the other women must be very take care of their appearance. Their body had to be glorified, sublimated with a profusion of laces, veils, satin and leather. And always very left bare. Even the noble women flaunted themselves with dresses that I would not want to wear in the privacy. In the 20th century. Wearing a panty, a string was considered rough. The men, themselves, did not wear anything under their pants. So I got used to have my womb naked under a micro-skirt.

Agnès talked about the Prince, his nature (difficult), his pleasure, his expectation. And she confided her revenge to me, laughing. To having been carried as freight during my rescue. She was machiavelian. She had substituted the contaceptive pills by placebos. So the pleasure slaves had gotten themself knocked up.
Agnès, with her post, with the servitude acts, slaves-keeper, could forbid the use of a female. And she made no bones about that :

high-risk pregnancy, painfull periods, "you too virile, Master, you'ld hurt the slave". The Prince had not sexual intercourse since my arrival in the Casttle. Perhaps that explained his fixed eyes on me when he came in my little bedroom. His eyes undressing me, burning me.

- Aren't you afraid to be punished if he discovers that ?

- Oh he knows. We are a sort of old couple. Master and slave And he knows me as I know him. He won't punish me publicly but he'll find something. And I'll find something to take my revenge.

Agnès burst out laughing and plunged between my thighs. I forgot all.

But this evening I took my decision.

I was going to request the enslavement. I wanted to be the Prince's slave, I wanted to be at Agnès's service.

On the next day, I talked about that with Agnès.

" Well " she said. " And we are going to bring him a surprise. It's his birthday soon. We will offer you as a gift to him. I am going to deal with the slavery act. Don't talk to anybody of that."

Some days before the Prince's birthday, the documents were in the Casttle. Agnès about that.

Quelques jours avant l'anniversaire du Prince les documents de servitude volontaire arrivèrent enfin au Château. Agnès me prévint.

- I'll brand you this evening to offer you tomorrow morning. Are you always decided ?

I approved with a little shivering voice.

The day was long, very long. When, in the evening, Agnès came to drive me to the Training Room, I breathed easy but I was quivering with apprehension.

For the marking and the ring, Agnès suggested anesthesia to me. But I refused. I did not want to any privilege and I wanted to totally feel the volontary enslavement.

Bucking the straps used to fully bind me during the operation, Agnès was caressing my face.

- Are rou really sure ? No anesthesia.?

I refused one more time but with a little voice.

Then Agnès toppled back the yoke, tightened the chains and disappeared from my view some moments. I twisted my neck to see her.

- Sh, sweetie. You need to be shaven.

She spread foam on my pubis. I yelped from surprise : it was cold. She caressed my labias then she drove her thumb into my sex, I gave a start. Then she pushed a finger into my anus. And she clutched. Agnès hold me as with pliers.

My heart melted. I was hearing the razor rustling on my pubis.and I was hearing myself, gently moanning.

The Agnès's fingers were moving slowly. She gripped more, slightly turned her fingers, started again. Then she stopped, she let go of, dried my hips with a big wet sponge.

Then she showed the slave-marker before clutching my womb anew. Despite the tenderness of her hands, despite her mild voice, I was afraid. Afraid by this marker, afraid by the pain, afraid having made a mistake. Afraid.

- Do it Agnès ! Just now please. Before I...

The thousand little needles piercing and burning the tender skin of my mons venerismade me rear back. The wood of the yoke creaked and I screamed.

But immediately I was silent. It was so fast and now I was a registered slave, property of the Prince Dominique de Lizaigne. Almost a slave. Now I had to be ringed.

I closed my eyes when Agnès put the pincher into my nose, I clenched my teeth when I heard the little crackle of my perforated nasal septum, and the click of the spring closing the ring. I was watering and I was unsteady on my legs when Agnès helped me to stand up. Involuntarily, I touched my tickling nose. The ring was here, as a symbol of my new servitude.

Me, Helen Rosenblum, a journalist in New-York in the past, I was now a simple slave of the Prince, the slave Helen, registered, marked with a branded bar code and for ever wearing a servitude ring.

Yesterday evening I was very proud to wear my Slave Ring. It told my freedom for having choose the enslavment and I would have wanted to show it to everybody in the Casttle. But on the morning I discovered its real use.

Agnès gave me a pair of red stockings, red high heel sandals that I slipped on. Then she started to wrap me with red satin ribbons, around my waist, my breast, my arms and wrists bindind my hands back.

"You are a nice present" she said, smiling just before she put a red satin hood on my head. That fully blinded me.

- It's for your own good. A slave hood. You willn't see the men watching the slave you are. It's better for you. To be blind is like to be not seen.

She put a soft cape on my shoulders then, laughing, she tightened the ribbon between my tighs without a reason.

I was going to protest against this intrusion into my labias but Agnès silenced me with a lash on my buttocks. "Silence slave or you'll be whipped !"

- Yes it is a crop. To bring you to heel. Oh shit ! Your nails. They are pink. It's too late now. I hope the Prince will not see them. I might be punished. Let's go, we are late.

And Agnès hung a leash to my ring.

I whined when she pulled the leash to make me walk. Tears came in my eyes. Hold back. Think about your make-up. Come on.

My heels and the Agnès's ones clicked on the tiles of the corridor serving the guests rooms.

I hesitated before the stairs. "Mind the steps", Agnès dragged me, pulling the leash, lightly cropping my legs "lift your leg", "Well it's good", "Hurry up" I was feeling already exhausted. This way with my blinded eyes, this way towards the unknown...

Then the noise changed...

"Stop !"

The leash suddenly tightened, I bent my head to follow the movement, to follow the ring pulling my nose.

- Good morning Agnès. It's a nice gift youhave here.

It was Him. The Prince. My Master. Agnès, probably kneeling, was presenting me to Him.

- Good Morning Master. May I wish you happyness and prosperity. May I offer you that modest present.

- Mmmm. A new slave ? You have to train he. She doesn't kneel in front of her Master. You have to punish her! And her face ? I don't want an ugly girl !

I started to shake. Before I was on a cloud but now I realized what it means being a slave. The Prince was speaking about me as he could speak about an animal.

Agnès, feeling my helplessness called me to order with a sharp rap on my leash. I let out a little scream.

- And she yells without permission ?

- Forgive her, Master. She's new in servitude. And very scarred being presented to her new Master.

- Well, well. I give my pardon. Hang her in the corner. I'll see her latter. Ah there is somebody coming.

- Many thanks Jade. It's a deligh to see you. You have to visit me one evening.

- I thank you Prince, but as you know I am overburned with work.

- Enslave yourself and you'll be a queen in this casttle.

- Prince, you always joke. You know I don't want to...

Agnès dragged me. Towards the corner. I didn't know where this corner was but there was something to hang up slaves. I moaned when the leash pulled me up, forcing me on the tiptoe. But it was not correct and Agnès spreaded my thighs with her crop. I I protested.

- Be quiet, you little stupid or you'll be whipped. And gagged.

Visits followed visits. Thinking that Agnès let me alone, little by by little I have closed my legs, that relieved my nose.

- Thank you so much, Madam. But don't kneel down. In your condition...

- My condition is what it is, Master. And it's not a reason to refrain from visiting me. To take me as the simple slave I am. In the past you were more assiduous to my bed...

- That's enough Laureline ! It's out of the question that I could hurt the child...

A short time because Agnès was still here and she struke the tendeer skin inside my legs with her crop. And I found myself back in my slave position, waiting her Master's pleasure.

- My Lord, here is my friend coming to present her respects.

- Are you that young girl we brought from the XXth century ?

- Yes My Lord, I am. I would like to thank you...

- That's nothing my girl. Be happy with this strapping fellow. And if he gets on your nerves, come and tell me... Well, well. It's your turn now. Let's go and see that. Let's see what kind of new slave she is.

I started to tremble while the Prince unhooked the leash and pushed me towards... The fireplace ? Suddenly it was hot. He did not say anything and I stayed still waiting for... What ? I did not know. The cold of his dagger made me shiver and shout a little scream. My Master was unpacking his gift. With a knife.

Quickly I was naked in front of him and he examined me carefully. I was quivering with shame as he palpated my breast, as he forced a finger between my open thighs, tested the softness of my intimate parts. With shame, yes I did. But with also a deepest trouble. I was taken pleasure in being touched by my Master.

- The tits are firm, well straight. The vulva is supple, tight but welcomming. She has served already. Isn't it ?

- Yes Master. She did. She's not a virgin. But she is quite experimented and she'll can give you pleasure.

- I hope so. Because now, there is a sort of epidemic ravaging my slaves. I take your present Agnès. And I thank you. It's time to put the collar round her neck. And to try her. On your knees slave. Open your mouth.

I obeyed. I kneeled and opened my mouth. He went away and I thought I made a mistake but He was just speaking with Agnès in a low voice. She told me later that, at this moment, she has understood that the Prince knew who I was. That he was not fooled. But at this instant I thought that I was a simple anonymous slave, on her knees, her mouth opened, waiting until her Master decides to put on the collar. I heard the noise of his fly and I stuck out my tongue as Agnès taught me. A delicate smell of leather came to my mind. And my Master's odor. I was going to take my Master's prick in my mouth. Not the Dominique's one. The one's of Dominique de Lizaigne, Prince, and Master of the slave Helen. He pushed the back of my head and I gulped his organ. Deeply. And I stayed in this way.I felt he soft leather of the inner collar on my neck. I moanned with a wonderfull pleasure. Then I heard the click of the clasp. I thought I was going to faint out with the intense sensation of the collar.

- Go on slave. Suck well.

The Prince was probably experiencing withdrawal because he quickly heaved a contented sigh and ejaculated in my mouth.

- Anyway she is a good sucker. Her lips are expert and her tongue is agile. Let's go and see if she is also good in her groin. Agnès, the bracelets and the anklets.

Something touched my thights.

- Bend over slave, on the stool. And spread your legs so I can see you.

I was shivering. Feeling to be taken but also with humiliation. The words he was using. The way he was ordering. Now I understood

the Dominique's manners in Valparaiso. He did not want to hurt, he naturally spoke as somebody speak to a slave. A gentle hand touched her head. It was Agnès, whispering, while she bound her wrists in her back.

- Don't be affraid my nice pussycat. I'll do take you. The Master wants you in the evening, in his room. But he wants to see you moving, he wants to see you coming. Oh, he filled your mouth. You are trickling, little piggy.

Take me? I did not understand. Agnès ? I could not think. Agnès was behind me and I recognized her caresses. Little by little she half-opened me, she opened me. Something sank into me, something supple and hard. The Prince? No. Agnès was holding my waist. She was in me. With a strap-on dildo ! And she was taken me. More gently that all the men that had rap me in Colonia., but she took me. And the pleasure in being taken by a man's sex was coming back. Me, the slave Helen, I was going to come in front of my Master, I was going to offer my orgasm.

And I did it. Agnès carried me where I had to go and later, while I was lying on the floor, exhausted, while I was barely listenning my Master commenting my climax, giving instructions to Agnès, I knew that all was not destroyed in me.

I was waiting since an eternity in the Prince's bedroom. The Prince wanted me to be chained and Agnès obbeyed him. She covered me with golden chains then she drove me, always blinded, to His room. Nearly naked, I just wore stockinngs and court shoes with a wide strap locked by a padlock, I was crucufied, offered to the Prince's desires. The room was smelling good with the fire burning in the fireplace. I was hearing the cracklings of the oak logs and I was feeling the soft warmth on my naked skin. But I had to move. On my black silk stockings, the radiation of the flames became quickly unpleasant. So I was hearing the little bells. An Agnès's initiative. Sha has adorned me with intimate jewels: two bells fixed to my nipples with a little elastic strap and two rings clipped on my labias. One had a little bell and it was clinking on the little chain hanging from the other. Probably a medal. Agnès did not say anything about that. "A surprise to the Prince" she said. These jewels was not painful but they were present. My nipples were very erected and my labias stretched by the weight of the precious metal were calling a hand to caress them.

When I moved, the chains, the bells were tinkling as chimes. It was the feeling I had in the silence of the bedroom.

(cliquez sur Helen pour un gros plan- Click on Helen to a closer plan)

I suddenly felt His hands on my breast, His crop slipped on my thigh, came up to my slit. I had not heard him entering. My Master. He played with my bells, taking pleasure in looking at my nipples hardenning more, in seeing me slipping out of His insidious hand or going to it, arching my back, opening myself out to the touch of His crop.

(cliquez sur Helen, ses seins et son ventre, pour 2 gros plan- Click on Helen, her breast and her womb to 2 closer plans)

Then, suddenly he spoke and it was like a thunderbolt.

- Perhaps it's time to remove this mask, Helen. Slave Helen.

(cliquez sur le ventre d'Helen pour un gros plan- Click on Helen's womb to a closer plan)


I started to shake, to blush. With the anonymity of the mask I behad like a slave on heat... like a bitch. But he had recognized me. I had been stupid thinking he would not see right through the mask... And doing not understand what Agnès fixed to my intimate labias, a medal with my name.

- I know what you are thinking about, Helen. What you are thinking about you. But for me you are a beautifull slave wanting to be taken. It's the main thing. And I am going to do that. Now!

But he already untied me, carried me to the bed. He removed the rings, the bells on my nipples, he unchained me, he unleashed me.

I asked him for taking off my heels, I was affraid to tear the sheet, but he silenced me with a little tap on my womb.

(cliquez sur le visage d'Helen pour un gros plan- Click on Helen's face to a closer plan)


He was so gentle. He careressed me so lovingly. And when he gently penetrated me, I was already his own, his possession.

(cliquez sur le visage d'Helen pour un gros plan- Click on Helen's face to a closer plan)

His slave.
At this time, I did not think about the sadism of Colonia. I did not remeber the rapes, the tortures, the abjection.

Now I belonged to a Master respecting me and who will respect me.

(cliquez sur le visage d'Helen pour un gros plan- Click on Helen's face to a closer plan)

My Master was dozing, full up. He gave me many pleasure. And I gave him too, renewing him with my tongue and my mouth, with my hands, when I had to do. He was resting on me, imprisonning me under his body. Although he was asleep, his finger were playing with my left breast, touching the nipple that was hardenning with the caress.

An awfull memory crossed my mind. I had to write all that things, to inscribe them on paper. They had to come out from me. I had pins and needles in my arm. I had to free myself.... I looked at my Master's flabby member laying on my thigh.

My left hand was free and I knew an excellent way to wake up my Master.

The End

THE ENSLAVEMENT OF HELEN