Day One

The lights came on without warning.  Jane blinked and looked around.  The surroundings were unfamiliar and took her a moment to remember where she was and what had happened the previous evening.  Everyone else was getting up, straightening their meager bed covers and then forming a line at the door.   Jane remembered the admonitions Esmerelda had given her, lept from the bed, smoothed the blanket, and joined the line.   Without a word, everyone started moving forward out the door.  

Jane heard a bark at the front of the line and saw Esmerelda come back toward her, looking at each of the others in the line intently.   She pulled to a stop a few persons ahead of Jane.

“88, I heard you whispering.  Step from the line.  75, you as well.   The rest of you follow 44 to the dining hall.”

The line moved forward again.  As Jane passed the woman she knew only as 88, she could see that the woman was trembling.   The young man standing beside her, bearing the tag 75 looked straight ahead stoically.   Jane dare not slow and the pair were soon out of her sight.

The assemblage was soon in a room with a long wooden table.  Arrayed on the table were fruits, meats, eggs, breads, tankards of coffee, and pitchers of water.  Without hesitation, each of the others sat down and began to fill their plates.  Jane followed suit, finding herself famished.  She soon had a full plate and a big mug of hot coffee.  For the first time in hours, she felt a bit heartened.  If she was going to be fed like this, whoever was in charge evidently meant her no harm. 

As she finished her breakfast, she took stock.  She was naked.  Her breast ached from the constant tug of the metal tag attached to the ring through her newly pierced breast.  She needed a shower and a hair wash and, as of yet, she had not spoken a word to another person with whom she had spent the night.  It was eerie.  She was still not sure what else was in store.  She sipped her second cup of coffee and was lost in her musings when a male voice cut through the silence.

“93.”

Jane nearly spilled the coffee in her haste to put it down on the table.  She pushed the chair back and turned to look at who was calling her number.  She saw a man of medium build wearing the wildest Hawaiian shirt she had ever seen, a pair of cargo shorts and sandals.

“Come with me.”

He turned summarily and strode out the door.  Jane fell in behind him.  She followed him down a corridor and into what she discovered to be a fully equipped medical exam room.  She felt at home here as she looked around.  It appeared to be well equipped and modern.

“93, turn around.”

Jane turned to face the man.

He was now sitting on an exam stool.   He wheeled himself closer to her and without a word, lifted her breast and began to inspect the piercing of her nipple.   Jane, in an attempt to take her mind away from the hands on her breast, began to read the diplomas hanging on the wall behind the man fondling her. 

Most of the document was in German.  She could decipher part of it. Apparently, Herr Gunther Dieter Joachin was a graduate of the University of Berlin with a degree in microbiology.  The framed certificate below it attested that Herr Joachin had graduated from the University of Heidelberg with a degree in medicine.  A third certificate, as far as she could tell, was his medical license and a notation that he was board certified as a neurosurgeon.

She looked down in surprise.  He was still carefully examining her nipple and the piercing.  He pushed the stool across the floor, opened a drawer, and took out a small tube.  He returned the same way, pushing off and letting the wheeled stool carry him back in front of her.  He held up the small foil tube.

“93.  You will apply this antibiotic twice a day to your piercing.  Place some of the cream on one side of the piercing then rotate the ring through the opening to get the cream inside.   I will check it again in a week.   You may go.”

She took the tube and listened.  His perfunctory tone and dismissal left her confused.  Where was she supposed to go and how was she supposed to get there.  Noticing her hesitation, Herr Joachin spoke.

“You have a question?”

“Yes Sir”

“Ask”

“Where do I go?”

He looked at her with a slight frown then his eyebrows lifted.

“Of course.  You just got here.   Go back out the door and turn left.  The door to the dining hall is straight ahead.”

She started to say thank you, then caught herself.   She turned and walked out the door and followed his directions back to the dining hall.   The others were again in line at the door waiting, presumably on her.  As soon as she entered, the line began to move through the door at the far end of the room.  She fell in at the end.

The line stopped in a large open space.  The others turned to their right to stand shoulder to shoulder, still silent.  Jane did as well and then saw two figures.  Actually what she saw were the bare asses of two people bent over wooden poles, their ankles secured to rings in the floor.  As soon as the rest of the small group was arranged, Esmerelda began to speak.

“88 broke the rule about talking.  For those of you that are new, this is standard procedure.  You break a rule you get punished.  88 is not new.  This is her second training visit.   She will receive ten strokes with a rattan cane.  75 is punished because she spoke to him.  He did not break any rules, but 88 must understand that it is not just she who suffers when she decides to break the rules, everyone associated with her suffers as well.   75 will get the same ten strokes with a rattan cane.”

Esmerelda seemed to glide out of view and Jane saw a tall thin man appear into the scene.  He carried a long thin cane.  Jane had seen these before but had never experienced one.   She watched carefully and quietly.

The man took a position behind and to one side of 88.   He measured the distance carefully and then immediately began to administer the ten strokes of the cane to her ass.   In seconds her ass cheeks were crisscrossed with ten deep red welts and she was screaming in agony.  The man stepped forward a few paces, measured the distance to 75’s ass, and repeated the process.  It took less than five minutes.  75 remained stoic throughout the process, never uttering a sound.

Esmerelda reappeared.

“93, you will come with me.   The rest of you go to your assigned tasks.”

The wizened woman turned and started walking.  Jane hurried to fall into step behind her.  She followed down the corridor.  The others seemed to disappear abruptly. Esmerelda turned through another door and Jane followed, finding herself in a small but orderly office.  Esmerelda sat in the only chair and swiveled to look at her.

“93, why are you here?”

Jane looked at the woman in the chair hesitantly.

“Go ahead.   You can speak freely for the time being.”

“I really don’t know.”

“Oh, come now.  I’m sure you have some idea.”

“Well, it has been stressful at work and I was talking to my husband about wanting to disconnect, just to have some time just to be.  Next thing I know we are here and I am getting my nipple pierced.”

Esmerelda smirked.

“He brought you to the right place.  This is the la Maison de l'Altruisme.  Do you understand that?”

Janes French was rusty.

“The house of unselfishness?”

“Properly, The House of Selflessness.  Here we take away the self.  We remove the self and leave the thing.  An obedient selfless thing.  In your own words, we disconnect you from everything else.”

Jane nodded.

“Is it permanent.”

“It can be.  That usually takes several trips here.”

Jane fidgeted nervously.

“How does it work?”

Esmerelda chuckled.

“You will find out.  Now, your training begins.  You have done well so far with no instruction.  You have acclimated and adapted.   You need to focus now on just being.   Remember you are just 93.  The 93^rd person who has come through this program.   Nothing more, nothing less.   I am going to tell you the rules one more time.  They are short but you need to understand them clearly.”

Jane nodded.

“Do not speak unless spoken to.  Do exactly as you are told, no more, no less.  No sex with the other numbers.  You will not masturbate.  Is that clear?”

“Yes Ma’am”

“Good.   Now I will tour you through the house.  You must memorize every room and every corridor.  There are places you cannot go without being accompanied and ordered.  There are places you will work.   Once we leave this room, all the rules are in force.  You will not have this chance again.  Do you have any questions?”

Jane thought.

“Will I see my husband during this time?”

“I am sure you will encounter him during your training.  He will not acknowledge you other than as 93.  Remember.  Jane does not exist.  You must forget her and everything that goes with her.  You are just 93.”

Jane nodded, suddenly somber as the reality began to sink in.   Esmerelda rose and opened the door.  Jane followed her from the room.

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For the next three hours Esmerelda led her through the maze-like corridors and rooms of the mansion.  In each room, Jane was instructed in the name of the room, the use of the room, and whether she could entire alone or must be accompanied.  At the end of the three hours, Jane’s head was spinning, and her sense of direction was totally confused.  As they exited the last room on the third floor, Esmerelda stopped and looked at her.

“That is the last, everything from the deepest part of the cellars to the attic.  You must remember them.  Now, 93, go back to the dining room.  If the others are not there, sit  and wait.  Try not to think of yourself as Jane.  You are 93.”

Esmerelda motioned her away and stood motionless, waiting.  Jane knew that the other woman was waiting to see how she reacted.  Jane turned and started back toward the staircase.  That much at least she knew.  

Jane managed to navigate back to the dining room with only one minor mistake.  She turned wrong once and opened a door.  Fortunately, no one was in the small pantry.  She shut the door quickly and continued to the dining room.   The others were there and lunch was spread across the table.  The only sounds in the room were the sounds of utensils on China.

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Lunch was as hearty and filling as breakfast.  Jane, however, ate sparingly.  For some reason, her appetite had seemed to wain after her tour of the mansion.  A voice broke her thoughts.

“Stand”

Everyone stood and waited behind their chairs.

“93, come with me.  The rest to your assigned duties.”

Jane turned to look at the man.  It was Sebastion.

“93, come with me.”

He left by the same door as the others.  She could see the rest of the group as they dispersed down the corridor.  Jane followed behind Sebastion as he led her up the stairs to the second floor.  He opened a door that she remembered to be his office and a place she could only go if accompanied.  Inside he shut the door and sat in a large leather wingback chair.   The office was sumptuous and large enough to contain a huge desk and chair, a couch, armchairs and a sideboard on which liquor bottles and glasses stood ready.

“Esmerelda tells me you have had your tour?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You understand the rules?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Good, I want you to go over to the couch, stand behind it, and lean over the back.  Put your arms and hands on the seat of the couch and spread your feet wide apart.”

Jane gulped.  She hesitated but when she saw one of Sebastions eyebrow rise slightly, she spun and hurried to the back of the couch, taking the position he had described.  It put her head below the back of the couch, and she lost sight of Sebastion, though she could hear him move.  The next thing she felt was a hand on her back and then the head of a cock as it slipped between her labia.  With no words spoken, the cock forced its way into her dry and unready pussy.  She squealed and her hands gripped the edge of the leather-covered couch cushion.  The cock began a hard fast fuck that culminated in an explosive orgasm and a flood of hot semen into her pussy.   She felt the cock withdraw and then heard Sebastion.

“Stand up and turn around.”

Jane stood and turned.  Sebastion stood, his cock half erect and dripping cum from the tip hung outside his trousers.  He held a crystal glass of liquid which he sipped nonchalantly.  He had apparently been holding it the entire time he had been fucking her.

“On your knees and clean my cock.”

Jane, in a state of semi-shock at what had just happened, looked at him somewhat quizzically.  She saw him look back at her and then sigh.

“Turn around and bend back over the couch.”

She stumbled as she turned but managed to catch herself and resumed the position.  She thought he was going to repeat the fuck she had just had when she heard an unfamiliar sound.   It dawned on her quickly that it sounded like a belt being pulled rapidly through belt loops on trousers.  Her head suddenly snapped up, and a scream erupted from her lips as her ass seemed to catch on fire.

Sebastian had indeed pulled the narrow leather belt from his trousers, doubled it in his free hand and was now delivering sharp stinging blow after blow to her ass and thighs.   Instinctively, she began to wiggle to try and dodge the blows.  Her hands went behind her to try and protect her now scorching ass, but that only got her bruised knuckles and welted forearms.   When he finally quit, she heard his voice, seemingly as calm and cool as before.

“93, stand up and face me.”

Blubbering with a tear-streaked face and snotty nose, she stood and faced him.  He had tossed the belt on the sideboard and was pouring himself another drink.

“You forgot the rules, 93.  Do exactly what you are told, nothing more, nothing less.  Here you are just 93.  Any guest in this house, any member of my staff, can do with you as they please.  You exist only as 93.  Now, get on your knees and clean my cock.”

She had not noticed that his cock still hung free of his trousers.  It was now flaccid and soft.   She dropped to her knees and moved forward, taking the limp member into her mouth and began to bathe it with her tongue and lips.   She continued to work her mouth over his limp cock until he spoke again.

“Enough.  Stand.”

She leaned back and rose to her feet.  Her ass burned like liquid fire.  Her breast ached.  She watched as he rearranged his trousers and took his place in the armchair once again.

“93, you will be assigned chores during the day.  Fail to do them properly and you will be punished.  Go back to Esmerelda’s office.  If she isn’t there, wait in the hall until she returns.”

Sebastian sipped his drink.  Jane turned and exited the office and made her way back to where she believed Esmerelda’s office was located.  To her relief, the door was open, and Esmerelda was at her desk.  The woman looked up as Jane entered and her eyes went to the marks on Janes ass and thighs.

“I see you failed Sebastian's first interview.”

“Yes Maam”

“You must try to do better.  Each day you will be assigned a new chore.  For the rest of today you are to be assigned to the lounge.  Your chore is as a footstool.  You will place yourself in front of one of the armchairs on your hands and knees.   Keep your head level with your back.   If one of the guests gives you an order, follow it immediately and when you are done, return to your place in the lounge.  Go.”

Jane turned in a daze.   She moved almost in a state of shock.  Her mind was racing as she walked.

A footstool.  She was to be used as furniture.  A total stranger had perfunctorily fucked her.  How was she going to adjust, cope, or survive this?

She arrived at the lounge and went it.  There were several guests there, three men and a woman.  They seemed not to notice as she slipped through the door.  Jane looked around.  There was another number there, 84 she thought, who was on her hands and knees in front of the couch.  A piece of glass lay over her back.  It was obvious she was the cocktail table.   Jane saw a chair located off to one side and moved to it, got down on her hands and knees, and took what she thought was the correct position.  She found that to keep her head level with her back meant she had to stare down at the carpet. 

She had been in that position for a while when another group of guests arrived.   They fixed drinks and moved toward the end of the room where Jane knelt on the floor.  They spoke as if no one else was around.

“Isn’t that the new one.  93 I think.”

A hand reached down and pulled her tag to one side where it could be read.  Janes' breast screamed in pain.

“Yeah.  93!  Not too bad, huh?”

“It has a nice ass and those are some great tits.”

Jane could see feet around her.  One pair moved directly behind her.

“Someone has tried it out this morning.  There is cum dripping from its cunt.”

There was laughter.  Jane blushed, thankful that no one could see her face.  One of the pair of feet moved to the chair and then seemed to disappear.  Jane felt the heels of the shoes on her back.

“Well, it makes a good footstool anyway.  We will have to wait and see if it is good for anything else.”

The men continued to chat idly about the things men chat about.  Sports, liquor, gambling and, of course, women and sex.  Jane’s back and arms began to ache but she held her position.  In time the men decided to go into town to the casino.   That left Jane and the other woman alone in the room.  Sure that there was no one else around, Jane stole a chance to raise her head and look around.  She gasped as she saw the other number, the glass table top still on her back, but now a beer bottle protruded from her ass where someone had shoved it in deeply.   Jane could see the woman trembling, her arms seeming to be close to collapse.

It seemed like an eternity when two of the numbers entered the room and lifted the glass table top from the other womans back.   They sat the table top to one side and then left.  They did not offer to help her up.   Jane assumed that meant that the chores were done.  She rose and moved to the other woman's side, leaned down and touched her arm.  The other woman jerked away and looked at her in horror.  Jane stepped back.  The woman reached between her legs, removed the beer bottle then stood slowly and walked toward the door.  The beer bottle went into a rubbish can and the woman disappeared.   Jane followed, curious to see where she was going.  Esmerelda met her at the bottom of entry to the corridor that led to the dining hall.

“93, come with me.”

Jane followed Esmerelda to the same large courtyard in which they had witnessed the caning first thing that morning.   Two men were waiting and without words, took her by the arms and led her to the horizontal pole.  With horror, she realized that she was being placed in the same position as 88 and 75 had been placed this morning.  She heard more footsteps and turned to see the woman from the lounge being placed beside her.   Behind her, the rest of the group of numbers were assembling in their places.  Esmerelda broke the silence.

“93 has made several mistakes on its first day.   She sought to interfere with 48 as she completed her chore.   For that mistake, they will each get five lashes with the leather flogger.”

Jane groaned.   She craned her head around and could barely see the tall thin man, this time carrying a long multi-tailed whip.  Again, he measured the distance and then delivered five hard quick strokes across her already well-whipped ass.  She broke on the second stroke and began to scream and then beg.   The man moved slightly and began to repeat the exercise on 48’s ass.  The other woman winced visibly but didn’t utter a sound.  Jane realized this and turned to look at the woman.  She expected to see a look of hatred but instead, saw only the woman only staring straight down at the floor.

Jane and 48 were immediately released and returned to their place in line.  Whoever was in front turned and led them down the corridor and into what she discovered was a shower and toilet arrangement.  There were several toilets and bidet’s, sinks and a gang shower with multiple shower heads arranged in a small cubicle.  It was large enough for them all to shower at once.   The others immediately entered the shower and soon hot water was steaming from shower heads.  It was Jane’s first chance to examine the group.   There were nine of them six women and three men.  They bathed together.  Jane took her time and watched.   One by one the others rinsed and took a towel from the shelf and toweled dry.   They went to a small set of cubby holes.  Each took a small toiletry bag from a cubby and moved to a sink.  One of the men moved to one of the toilets and sat.  He stared straight ahead.  No one else paid any attention as he defecated, quite noisily.  Jane toweled off, grateful for the chance to be clean once again, though the hot water had again awakened the stinking on her ass and the ache in her breast.  She walked to the cubbies and saw that each had a number.  She saw her number and pulled the small toiletry bag free.  Opening it, she found toothpaste, toothbrush, and hairbrush.  There were also several elastic hair bands. Taking her cue from the contents of the bag and the others, she moved to a sink, brushed her teeth and her hair and pulled her long blonde hair back into a low loose ponytail.  As she was finishing, the door opened and a man, one of the pair who had secured her to the whipping rail, spoke.

“Dining hall.”

Everyone moved into line and marched quietly to the dining hall where again, Jane found the table loaded with hearty if plain food in large quantities.

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As she finished her meal, Jane mused.   It had been quite a day.   In 24 hours she had been pierced, stripped, whipped twice, flogged, fucked and given a blow job, sort of.  It had all been done without malice or spite.  In fact it had been almost clinical.  She suddenly realized that she had no idea what time it was.  She assumed evening as they had just been served their second meal since breakfast.   A voice broke the silence.

“Bedtime”

Everyone stood, pushed their chairs back and formed their usual line.  They walked back to the bedroom and the door closed behind them.  The lights remained on at least for the present.  Jane moved to her cot and sat, watching the others.   48, the woman with whom she had been flogged sat on her bed.  She was one of those that simply sat and stared straight ahead.  Jane surmised that she has, indeed, disconnected.  She wondered what the woman was thinking.  The young man several cots down did the same.  The others sat quietly, looking around but fearing to talk.  One or two curled up on the bed. 

Presently the lights went out and Jane could hear the creak of cots as people laid down and prepared to sleep.  She lay, uncomfortably, on her back and listened.  It was abnormally quiet.   She wondered what tomorrow would bring when her reverie was broken.  The door opened and several boisterous voices could be heard outside.  A group of men stood outside peering into the darkened room. A voice cut through the gloom.

“91!  Come now!”

Jane heard a gasp and then a cot creak as a body rolled out.  In the gloom, she could see the petite blonde two cots away from her moving toward the door.   Once outside, the door closed, and the room became quiet again.  Jane lay and wondered what had just transpired.  She was still wondering when she drifted off to sleep.

Jane roused.  Voices laughing and talking loud could be heard outside the door.  Jane rolled to look at the door as it opened.  The light blinded her momentarily, but she finally made out a group of men.  A figure stumbled or was pushed through the door, and it slammed loudly.  Deep hard sobs punctuated the silence of the room.  Jane heard a cot creak not far from her.  She lay in the dark listening to the gut-wrenching sobs.  Jane suddenly felt a cold thread of fear.  There were things going on here that were far darker than she had imagined.