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Free first chapter of URSULA'S CAGED GIRLS BOOK II
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21 - Emma in her cage
22 - Sabhu in charge
23 - More Discipline
24 - In the gymnasium
25 - Trained as a lesbian tart
26 – The selection parade and Emma’s first client
PART VI – HELPLESS!
27 - Life as a caged whore
28 - She comes into milk
29 - Girls on display
30 - The Midgets
31 - The Auction
PART VII – PREPARATIONS FOR A STRANGE NEW ROLE
32 - Emma learns she is to be a brood bitch
33 - In the kennels
34 - A girl-bitch is paraded for inspection
35 - Servicing the Guard Dogs
36 - Feeding the puppies
PART VIII – EMMA IN- WHELP
37 - Made ready
38 - Conception!
39 - Back in Ursula’s cages
40 - An unexpected client
41 - The two brood-bitches are caged together
42 – An unsuspecting husband
43 - Emma meets a former lover-boy
EPILOGUE - Delivery and Deliverance, but …
PROLOGUE
THE STORY SO FAR
With both her husband, John, and her Mistress, Ursula, away abroad, Emma has been having a high old time gallivanting around London.
Then nemesis struck.
Not only did the Ursula return but Emma’s new Mistress, the Baroness finds her in bed with her own toy-boy. Furious she tells the jealous Ursula what Emma has been up to behind her back. Equally furious at being deceived by Emma, Ursula takes advantage of the absence of Emma’s husband to have her abducted by Sabhu, the uneducated, but cunning, black Haitian overseer of her girls, and brought to her new house in London.
Here, as a very profitable sideline to her painting, she has set up a discreet very high class, lesbian brothel, staffed by her “models”, and serving her like-minded lady friends and visitors to her studio. The girls are kept caged and manacled upstairs in the large attic under Sabhu’s supervision.
The girls all have the typical names used for farm animals: Bluebell, Daisy, Pansy, but Sabhu and the clients also calls them by the number of their cage, which painted on their forehead. Emma is Number Four.
The girls are mainly young girls from Eastern Europe seeking a new life in the West, whom Ursula had seduced and tricked into her cages. There is also a slightly older Argentine woman, cruelly given the deliberately degrading cage-name of Cowslip. Her rich and jealous husband, furious when he discovers that his wife has been having an affair, has sent her here to get his revenge and so that he can go off and marry his secretary.
However, Ursula’s establishment does not merely offer young women to rich older ladies. It also offers what these dominant women regarded as the very height of lesbian power – making a reluctant or horrified young woman submit, often unknowingly, to Forced Breeding.
So it was that, after having had Emma suitably thrashed by Sabhu as a punishment in front of the Baroness, Ursula tells the Baroness that she plans not only to offer Emma to her rich lady clients for their pleasure, but also to offer her, like the other girls, for a special type of sponsorship.
During the Cold War, Ursula explains, her colleague Doctor Anna had worked as the Medical Officer of a concentration camp behind the Iron Curtain for recalcitrant young women opposed to the regime. Here she had conducted experiments on the young women under her control and had finally perfected a strange but degrading technique which she had now offered to use on Ursula’s girls. Ursula and her friends and clients find this a fascinating and yet harmless form of Forced Breeding to impose on a young woman, especially as it is over quite quickly – and as there is no problem over disposing of the often-valuable progeny.
However, that is all part of the mysterious Second Treatment for which, although she does yet know it, Emma is destined to be sponsored to undergo - like the other caged women.
Meanwhile, as Ursula and the Baroness look on, the horrified Emma is given the standard “First Treatment” by Doctor Anna and Sabhu – a treatment which is primarily intended to give greater physical and mental pleasure to her clients but will also stop from interfering with the progeny she will later be made to carry for her sponsor. Two lines of little eyelets are inserted down the girl’s beauty lips and strong laces, with a steel wire core, are threaded through these like the laces of a shoe. The laces are held tightly locked together by a tiny padlock that hangs down between the girl’s legs.
Furthermore the each eyelet has a little rubber knob and these two lines of knobs can be extremely exciting for a client pressing down on the girl, who can also be made to wriggle excitingly, from fear of the whip and from getting a shock from her special collar.
This First Treatment also includes trimming back the normally protruding inner beauty lips to give the little-girl look, which Ursula’s lesbian clients like to see on a grown-up girl.
Like the other caged “sewn-up” girls, Emma is now kept pure and unable to masturbate or even touch her precious beauty bud. Below the laces is just a little orifice for the passing of fluids. Nor will she be able to share the intense pleasure that the knobs give to a lady client.
Nor is that all, however, for, as with the other girls in Ursula’s upmarket Ladies Brothel, to give the client even greater pleasure Doctor Anna has also cleverly attached a double row of similar rubber knobs across Emma’s now smooth and hairless mound. And these knobs can even be made to vibrate bringing the client to a series of highly satisfactory climaxes – made even more satisfactory by the knowledge that the girl herself can feel nothing under her tightly sewn-up, and carefully trimmed back, beauty lips.
‘Yes,’ Ursula tells the Baroness, ‘I’m damn well going to teach this spoilt slut a few lessons that she won’t forget in a hurry. And, she’s going to be a very valuable addition to my stable of fillies: an English upper class married woman – available for Forced Breeding of a very special kind!’
… NOW READ ON
PART V
TRAINED AS A LADIES’ PET WHORE
21 – EMMA IN HER CAGE
The early morning sunlight was flowing through the barred skylights into bare attic of the new London house of Ursula de Vere, the well-known artist. It was here, upstairs above her studio, that she kept her menagerie of girls – nominally her models.
It was the day after Emma’s terrifying and painful initiation into again being one of Ursula’s caged girls. Naked under her sleeveless short blue velvet cape, except for her collar and her wrist and ankle manacles, Emma was kneeling up, gripping the bars of her cage. She could feel the weight of the heavy chain that linked a ring at the back of her terrifying collar to a ring on the rear wall of her cage.
The rubber-floored cages were raised so that the overseer, Sabhu, or any lady visitors or sponsors, could more easily see and inspect the caged women. The cages also had a low roof so that the women had to crawl around them like caged animals. They were allowed no books or radios and their only toys were the baby dolls that that Doctor said would bring on their dormant maternal instincts,
Although Emma did not yet know it, her blue coloured cape denoted that she was available for any of the clients whilst the girls in red capes had been reserved by a particular client for their own private use – or had been sent to Ursula’s by her Mistress for safe-keeping whilst she went away for a week or two.
Emma had soon learnt that silence and decorum was enforced in the menagerie, even in Sabhu’s absence in his comfortable room next door, by an internal television camera and by a microphone hanging down in front of the cages. She had also learnt that any girl who dared even to whisper is punished by a nasty shock in the neck from her collar, something that could be switched from a little control box attached to Sabhu’s belt – even when he was away in his room next door.
Although she could not see them because of the bare brick walls that separated the cages, six other women were similarly kneeling up and anxiously peering through the bars of their cages too in the upstairs menagerie of Ursula’s new house. Two others, she knew, were still down in Ursula’s bedroom having spent the night giving her pleasure.
On front of each cage hung a graph of its occupant’s daily temperatures, forming a record of her monthly cycle - something that was very important in a breeding menagerie.
There was a complete silence except for the occasional rattle of a chain.
Emma remembered how she had been abducted from her home and had awoken to find herself, caged and manacled, now just another of the girls in Ursula's luxury lesbian brothel. She couldn’t sure how long ago that was, for with no access to a calendar, or to a newspaper or even the television she had lost track of the passing days, and indeed each one had seemed rather like another - just as Ursula and Sabhu intended.
She would never forget that awful first day. Not only had she been thrashed by Sabhu in front of the Baroness as a punishment, but she had also undergone Doctor Anna’s humiliating First Treatment as she had heard it described. She still did not know just what had been done to her, though her lovely sensitive and protruding inner lips seemed to have disappeared. She had terrified lest her lovely beauty bud had been removed – it was something that Ursula had often threatened to have done to her to stop her chasing after men. However she had been reassured to feel it throbbing under the grille beneath her sewn-up outer lips – even if she could not now touch it. Oh, the frustration!
Yes, it was awful, having to give pleasure to Ursula’s clients and not to be able to get any herself – but of course that was all part of why they paid Ursula so much.
Oh, how many times, locked up in her cage, had she in vain tried to get even a little finger between the laces of her now sewn up beauty lips? Oh, how she hated the little padlock hanging down between her legs that kept the laces taut. They were only eased once a day when Sabhu would unlock the padlock and give her a quick douche – and, oh, the sheer humiliation of such an intimate thing being done to her by a big grinning Negro.
Moreover, not only was she now being kept frustrated but also terrorised by two other things.
The first was Sabhu's whip. If it wasn't for him, she had to admit, life would not be too bad. But Sabhu and his whip played an essential part of Ursula's new enterprise just as overseers and their whips had played an essential part of life on the slave plantations of his native Haiti. The fact that in those days the slaves were black and the overseers white, made him all the keener to exert his revenge on the white women now under his control.
It was Sabhu and his whip that kept Emma and the other girls on their toes and desperate to please the clients. Indeed it was largely Sabhu and his whip that made Ursula's enterprise such a profitable one. He did not apply it very hard, Emma had learnt, and he left no permanent marks. But it still hurt like mad! She found herself being increasingly obsessed by the fear of another caning.
But equally frightening was the thought that if what had been done to her was called the First Treatment, then just what was the mysterious Second Treatment, that she had heard clients asking Ursula excitedly about sponsoring? Surely it could not be some form of Forced Breeding? Sponsoring a girl for Forced Breeding against her will? How awful!
Could the Baroness seek further revenge by having her mated? But where - and with whom? Except for Sabhu, there was sign of anything male in Ursula’s house. Oh what a fool she had been to annoy Ursula and the Baroness by being found in bed with the latter’s Italian toy-boy – instead of just lying low in the country. It was true she had defied her Mistress, and had been unfaithful to her - and with a young man at that. But she had been punished for her behaviour - indeed she still trembled at the memory of that awful whipping from Sabhu in front of the Baroness. She knew she had deserved that. But not this awful fate as well.
Emma felt like a former favourite slave, who had runaway and then been recaptured and, as a punishment, had now been put to work in her Mistress’s lesbian brothel under the whip of a cruel overseer – and with the threat of being put into the breeding pens constantly hanging over her, like the sword of Damocles
But then, as she kept telling herself anyway, how could she, a married woman be used for Forced Breeding? John was often away for several months at a time but not for nine! She would have to go home when he returned and how could she hide her state from him?
But every day she could see the curved bellies of three of the other caged girls: Bluebell in Cage 1, Daisy in Cage 3, next to hers and further along the line, the pretty girl in Cage 7. And she could see how, with their beauty lips carefully laced up and locked there was nothing they could to get rid of or harm their progeny. They were being made to carry their progeny whether they liked it or not. And, of course, her lips had already been similarly laced up – as if in readiness for the mysterious Second Treatment she had overheard heard Ursula talking to the Baroness about. How scary it all was.
She also kept thinking about the strange pills that Sabhu made her and Cowslip, the slightly older married woman in Cage 5, take the night before. Both had been caught out cheating, Cowslip on her husband and Emma on Ursula and the Baroness. Were she and Cowslip both being prepared for maternity as a form of revenge? How terrifying!