Denise

*** Chapter 21, Expedition

As Jake was pondering his own fate, Diane was waking in a cold white tiled room. She could feel the straps that held her to the cold steel table biting into her. She moved her head a little to see the room and noted in a daze the lights and gas bottles.

A small table by her head was neatly laid with surgical tools and syringes. All of them sparkled with the sheen of polished steel. She was alone in the room. Diane tried to move her arms but there was no feeling in them. Horrified she raised her head to see the bandages that were tightly wrapped there and no arms.

Her head slumped back to the table with a crash making her dizzy with the blow. Joan had been as good as her word.

Diane lay for a minute as she tried to control her panicked breathing. It did not seem possible that her mistress could do such a thing to her. Other terrible alterations had already been made but they had all been minor in leaving her body intact.

The door opened. Out of the corner of her eye Diane could see Joan. She was dressed in a thick fur coat and a small pillbox hat with a black wisp of veil. Her lips were curled in a triumphant smile as she looked down on her victim.

"I see that you are a step closer to the ideal slut-slave,” said Joan as she ran her hand over the bandages. "It will take a few weeks for you to recover and then I shall be taking the next step in your conversion."

"Please Mistress. Do not..." Diane wailed.

The answer was a smile, no a grin, of wicked ascendancy. Then Joan ran her hands over the slave's body.

"I will do what I want to you, slut,” she said looking into her victim's eyes. "You will become the ultimate sex slave. Useful for giving pleasure and being whipped and for nothing else."

Tears welled into Diane's eyes, as she saw no bit of mercy. Joan was now in full control of her body and would make other changes.

"Would you like to know what happens next slut?" asked the owner.

"Yes Mistress, please tell me." The answer was almost automatic. 'Yes' was always required.

"I am considering a number of further improvements to you. But let's not worry about the future. Let us discuss now!"

Diane nodded, relieved that Joan was not going to crow over her further punishment and alterations.

"You have noticed of course the fact that you are now without any arms. However, I took the liberty of making a few other small adjustments to you that could be made at the same time."

Joan dragged a stool so that she could sit whilst she talked and observe the reactions of the sobbing Diane.

"First,” she said in a matter of fact way. "You will not yet have noticed that I have had your clitoris removed. I just do not approve of a sex slave enjoying any pleasure."

Joan noted with approval the further shocked reaction in the strapped down slave.

"Secondly the muscles around your anal sphincter have been sundered. These were Dr Vance's words. In plain words your ass hole is now unable to close, in fact it is a wide hole ready to be reamed. At the moment you have a gauze pad closing you. I have, however, taken the liberty of buying some items that will close you more effectively. The last little alteration is a little more intricate. In fact it took the good doctor longer than any of the others. Dr Vance has operated on your feet to fuse the bones. Tip toe or stilettos only now I am afraid."

Joan shuffled the chair forward and bent over Diane's face.

"He told me that it took seven bolts to do the work. It means that it will be a few weeks before you can walk again," continued Joan. "So you have a little time to lie down and recover. Of course in that time we shall be stretching the lips of your pussy and be making your breasts even longer, but all in all you are getting there. Are you happy for me to have such a loving subject to work on, little slut?"

"I will do nothing but please you Mistress," replied the sobbing slave. "Please look after me and help me to serve your every whim."

"I shall bear that in mind," came the reply. "Just make sure that you get well soon so that we can continue to enjoy each other’s company."

Joan felt an impulse to kiss the sobbing sex doll and suppressed it. This was the bitch that had fucked her husband. When he next saw her he would be allowed to use her under the whip of his mistress. He too would be coming under the knife, he too would be altered to Joan's exclusive tastes.

***

In the cold dark of the stage Jake shivered in his thin coat. It was night now and time to make an effort to escape. He had not eaten for a day and felt slightly weak with the lack of food. It distorted his judgement and made him eager to escape.

For several hours now he had not heard a single sound from the stage or the hall beyond so he figured it was time to move. With great care he lowered the rope ladder from his little platform until it reached the stage. Slowly he climbed to the wooden floor making sure to make no sound as he let his weight off the ladder. With a peek through the curtains he looked into the hall.

All was ghostly quiet and the doors were shut. Jake considered trying some of the doors in the hall but though it seemed a quicker way out he felt that he had to get out of the back of the buildings to have a chance of escaping. Going back to the door at the rear of the stage he pressed his ear to the wood. All was quiet so he opened the door slightly.

A few steps down and a corridor. A small barred window at the far end lit the doors to left and right with a ghostly radiance. Closing the door behind him he padded down to the first door. It was metal faced with a simple bolt on his side. He cast a glance at the other doors and they looked to be the same. Leaving the doors he went to the end of the corridor.

The window was set over a wooden door with a normal handle. With a jump he caught a glimpse of the outside through the window. It seemed that the door communicated with the outside. With a slight pressure he tried the door. It was locked and did not give even a fraction.

This exit was closed.

Jake turned to the nearest metal clad door and slipped the bolt. It was well oiled and made no sound. With exaggerated care he pushed. The door opened onto a room clad in tiling. The far wall was divided into empty cells with steel bars each of which had a simple bed and no other furniture.

'A holding cell,’ he thought.

With no other way out of the room he closed the door and tried again on the door opposite. This room appeared to be some sort of operating room. A low padded couch with restraining straps lay under a powerful light. Cabinets with glass doors appeared to be full of equipment and several metal gas bottles lay stacked against the far wall. An involuntary shiver ran down his spine as he wondered about the room. Here was where the slaves were worked on. Once again there was no other way out of the room except for the door to a shower cubicle.

Jake went back to the corridor.

The next room was completely empty. Fully tiled and with a small drain in the centre of the floor he could not divine its purpose. Grimly he noted the steel hooks set in the walls and ceiling and passed on. Crossing the corridor he opened the next room. The whole room was full of cupboards something like kitchen furniture. A window at waist height beckoned to him. Looking out he realised that he was looking onto the courtyard, which he had seen from his former cell.

'This is better,’ he thought as he noted the lack of bars on the window.

In the courtyard were three cars, one of them the red sports car.

As Jake pondered his chances he heard a key turn in a lock. With swift steps he went to the door of the room and pulled the door to. In the corridor he heard steps. Quickly he found a large cupboard and slipped inside. Before he closed the door he noticed the racks of women's shoes. For a moment he heard the door to his room open and noticed the light through the cracks of the cupboard door.

There was the definite click of high heels on the floor and two voices in conversation.

"They are so careless,” said the first.

"Doors unbolted and unswept,” said the other.

"I'll sort it out tomorrow!"

Jake heard more clicking of heels and the slight creak as a cupboard was opened.

"I need a number five crop, ah here it is."

"Don't you think that that is a little harsh for him?" asked the second woman. "It is his first misdemeanour."

"It'll ensure that he is not so lax again!"

The cupboard closed and the two women left the room. With a sinking heart Jake heard the bolt being firmly slipped into place. Now his options were fewer. He had hoped to find a window to the outside of the buildings but now he had to exit onto the courtyard.

Jake waited a few more minutes. He tested the door in the vain hope that the bolt was not really in but sure enough the door was locked. One by one he opened the cupboards and inspected their contents. Whips, canes, shackles and clothing were neatly stacked and hanging in the cupboards.

He looked at the shoes and boots but all were for women and would not fit. It meant that he would have to go barefoot. Next he inspected the window. A simple catch held the swinging pane closed. For about five minutes he stared into the courtyard trying to decide what to do.

Finally, summoning his courage he opened the window and climbed into the courtyard. The damp earth below the window was fine but the rest of the surface was paving and gravel.

Holding himself in a crouch he headed for the cars. The two saloon cars were locked. Peering through the window of the huge BMW he realised that it was Joan's car. He had given it to her a year ago as a birthday present. Creeping to the Ferrari he found it unlocked. For a moment he thought that the keys might just be still in the ignition.

No such luck.

But, the two front seats had a gap behind them. Gently he climbed in and huddled behind the seats. There was just enough space to crouch and a car cover served to cover him up. Jake was bitterly cold.

He shivered and lay well concealed allowing himself to drift into a slumber.

He would have to wait.