Day 2 through 4

Janes' eyes flew open as the lights came on in the room.   She swung her legs to the floor and looked around.  The others were doing the same.  Some were already on their feet, waiting in line at the door.  Taking a deep breath, she stood and joined the others.  When you were naked all the time, it didn’t take long to get ready for the day.

The line moved out the door and to the toilet area.  Jane made a direct line for the toilet closest to the wall.  The wall to one side of her gave her at least a sense of some privacy as she sat and began to relieve her bladder.   One of the male numbers stepped to the toilet to her right and raised the lid and seat and began to urinate, oblivious of what was going on around them.   She now knew he was number 64 and was one that she now termed “disconnected.”  Number 88 was the woman she had noticed early as being “disconnected.”   Janes' eyes wandered around the small bath and toilet area.  Others were brushing their teeth, combing hair, or watching perfunctorily.   Jane notices number 91, the girl who had been called out during the night.  She stood stoically in front of a sink, slowly brushing her teeth.  Her eyes now had an unmoving stare.  Jane concluded that 91 had disconnected during the night. 

One of the two men who were always somewhere near came into the bath area.  Immediately everyone began to store away their toiletry bags and get into line.  Jane managed to finish treating her piercing and get her bag back in place.   As she stepped into line, she heard the man speak to the petite woman known as 91.

“91.  You are excused from chores.  Stay here, shower, come to breakfast, and then return to the bedroom until you are summoned.”

Jane watched as the 91 stepped from the line and headed for the showers.  The line moved forward, out the door and toward the dining room.

After breakfast, the tall thin man who Jane now knew as Jake from hearing the Esmerelda and the other man, Roger, speaking to one another, gave out the individual chores.   She heard her number called.

“93, lounge, footstool.”

Jane sighed silently.  Another 4 hours of footstool duty.

Jane stared down at the same errant thread on the carpet directly below her.  It helped keep her mind occupied as she knelt on all fours in front of the armchair.  No one had been in the lounge since she had arrived and taken her place.   She knew that she was watched.  She suspected that every room in the house where numbers were allowed alone was constantly watched.  Her companion in the room this morning was 43.  Jane had walked up to the lounge with him.  He was an older man.  She guessed he was at least 60, maybe a bit older.   She had managed to watch as Jake and Roger had placed the glass table top on his back.  If she was careful, she could move her head just enough and cut her eyes far enough to see him kneeling in front of the couch.  He was facing away from her, and his cock and balls hung down.   She didn’t think he was disconnected. However, he didn’t express any interest in what was going on around him. 

Jane heard voices as several people entered the lounge.  They made their way to the bar and she heard ice entering glasses and then the gurgle of liquid being poured.  The voices were muted and she could not understand what was being said until the group moved to the couch.   Two sets of shoes took places at the couch and sat.   A third set moved to the chair.  Jane could see that they belonged to a woman wearing heels and stockings.   Suddenly, a fingernail ran down her spine from her neck to her ass as the woman spoke. Jane shivered at the touch of the fingernail being pulled along her skin.

“This is that new one, 93 I think.   Keith, didn’t you bring it here?”

Jane started.  The woman was talking to Keith, her Keith.

“Yes.”

“She is a nice piece. “

Jane felt a hand stroke over the curve of her ass and then run down through her crotch.  The hand suddenly jerked back.  The woman's voice turned harsh.

“Fucking hell!    This bitch is prickly!  She hasn’t shaved in days.”

Jane closed her eyes. 

In seconds the door to the lounge opened and Jake came through.  

“Our apologies Madam.  I assure you this will be rectified immediately and it will be punished accordingly.”

“See that it is and notify me when the punishment is to be given.  I want to watch.”

“Yes Ma’am.”  93.  On your feet and come with me.”

Jane stood and got her first look around the room.   Keith and another man sat on the couch.  He was watching but seemed unconcerned.  He didn’t acknowledge her in any way.  As she turned to go out the door, Jane glimpsed the woman who had objected.  She was about her age, diminutive and immaculately dressed.   Jane followed Jake out the door and down the hall.

He led her to Esmerelda’s office.  As they entered, Jane could see that Esmerelda, Sebastion, and Roger were already waiting.  The fact that Sebastian was there was foreboding, and Jane began to panic.

Without speaking a word, Sebastian ran a hand through her crotch and then drew it back.

“Ms. Simmons is correct.  It has not shaved.”

Esmerelda looked pained. 

“See that she is properly prepared.  Put her in the box for 24 hours.”

Sebastion turned to Jane.

“You were instructed and agreed that you understood.  You have failed to keep yourself properly.  You seem to be unable to follow simple instructions.  Perhaps 24 hours in the box will get your mind in a better place.”

Jane, panicked, blurted out.

“I wasn’t told to shave.”

Sebastion seemed to shudder slightly.  He looked at her with eyes that seemed to cut into her.

“More insolence.  Speaking without permission.  Failing to follow the rules.  DO you enjoy punishment?”

“NO!”

Jane immediately realized that she might have gone too far.

“I was never told I had to shave.”

Sebastian turned to Esmerelda

“Was she instructed in all the rules?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Sebastian turned to Jake.

“Was she instructed?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Did she acknowledge?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Sebastion turned back to her.

“I also gave you the rules and you acknowledge them.  Do you still assert that you weren’t instructed.”

“Yes!”

Sebastion looked at her, his face like stone.

“Now you accuse us all of lying to cover your guilt.  That will cost you another 24 hours in the box.”

Sebastion turned to Jake and Esmerelda.

“Put her in the box, give her the full treatment.  She must learn her place.”

Sebastian left.  Esmerelda looked at Jane.

“93, you disappoint me.   I thought you would assimilate well and easily.  Now I will be punished because you are such a failure.   Jake, take her and see that she is shaved properly.  Roger, get the box ready.”

Jane stood dumbfounded.  She knew that she had not been told to shave.  She was positive.  She was about to be punished for not doing something she was not told to do and then for lying when she knew she was right.   She was confused and upset.   Jake took her by the upper arm and led her out of the office and down the hall.

They turned into the bath area.    Jake turned to a locked cabinet, opened it and took out several items.   Jane watched in a state of shock.

“93, lay down on that bench.  Spread your legs on either side.”

Jane moved slowly to the narrow bench bolted to the floor in the center of the room.  She lay down on it, put her feet on either side and spread them as ordered.   She watched as Jake filled a ceramic mug with hot water and began to swirl a brush in the water.  He poured the water away and then rapidly swirled the brush until it was thick with lather.  

She watched as he used the brush to apply a layer of lather over her entire pubic region.   He set the mug aside and when he turned, he was holding a gleaming straight razor.

“Don’t move.  Don’t even twitch.”

Jane grasped the sides of the bench and craned her head to watch.  She felt the sharp edge of the razor and Jake began to skillfully shave her entire pubic region, around her asshole and along her thighs.  When he was done, he tossed a towel on her belly.

“Clean yourself off.”

She wiped herself clean of the lather and small hairs as he cleaned the razor and stored the shaving supplies back in the cabinet and set the lock.

“Come with me.”

He led her out of the bath area and to a set of stairs that led down to the cellars.   She had been down there with Esmerelda her first day but not since.  Waiting downstairs were Sebastian, Esmerelda, Roger, and the woman from the lounge.

Esmerelda led the entire group toward the very back of the cellar, through a door into another room.  In the center of the room sat a wooden crate with a door open on one end.

“93, get in.”

Janes' eyes went wide.  The crate was no more than three feet wide and four feet tall.  It didn’t appear to be much deeper than it was tall.

Jake took her by the arm and led her forward.  He put a hand on her head and pushed down, forcing her to her knees.  A foot went against her ass and she felt herself beings shoved headfirst into the box.  It was cramped.  Suddenly the door slammed shut behind her and she found herself in total darkness.

A voice from outside spoke.

“93, you will spend 48 hours in the box.  Take the time to reflect on what you are.  Listen to the instruction and contemplate your place.”

She heard another door slam, presumably the door to the outer part of the cellar.  The box was small.  She couldn’t stand.  There was not enough room to stretch out fully.  She couldn’t even turn around.  She had to lay on her side with her knees drawn up or knee, hunched over.  She rolled and found she could lean against the back of the box but not sit fully upright.  The wooden bottom of the box was hard.  It was claustrophobic and beginning to get stuffy.

Just then it started.  From somewhere a neutral bland voice. 

“Think about nothing.  Expect nothing.  You are nothing.  You exist only as a number.  You exist only to obey.  Empty your mind.  Obey.  Serve.  Forget. “

The mantra continued with variations over and over.  She had no idea how long it went one.  Laying in the box in the dark she tried to keep her mind occupied but the incessant droning of the voice made it almost impossible.   She was still struggling with the instructions.  She was sure that she had not been told about shaving but the longer the voice droned on, the less sure she was.  She could have forgotten or missed it.  She could be wrong.  It could be her fault.

The voice suddenly quite and a blinding light filled the box.  Squinting against the glare, she could see that the top of the box was fitted with several blocks of LED lights.  She reached out to try and touch them but they were inset so that she couldn’t get even a fingernail on them.  She lay her head on her arm and shielded her eyes with her other arm.

This became her world.  The voice returned at intervals.  Sometimes the light stayed on while the voice droned its various messages.  It made it impossible even to sleep.  She wasn’t sure, but it seemed that the lights came on and off at odd intervals, never staying on or off for the same amount of time.  The voice seemed to bore into her skull.

“Forget.  Let go.  Think about nothing.  You exist only to obey.  Empty your mind.  Serve, Obey, Forget.”

Jane clamped her eyes shut tightly and mashed her palms against her ears.  The voice seemed to echo through her bones.  She couldn’t escape it.  She began to sob.

She lost all sense of time.  She had no reference points.  At times, a small door slid open at the end of the box and a plate of food and drinks were inserted.  She soon realized that inside the box, there was no facility for sanitation.   She held her bladder as long as possible until she was forced to urinate.  She was then forced to lay in the wet puddle on the bottom of the box.   Strangely, this angered her and she began to kick the bottom and sides of the box, pounding it with her fists and screaming incoherently until she collapsed sobbing deeply.  The voice began again as the lights extinguished, leaving her in the dark.

%%%%

Jane roused.  It took her several minutes to realize that the light was not from inside the box but was from the open door.   A voice, not the droning recorded voice that had plagued her, could be heard from outside.

“93, get out of the box.”

She struggled to understand.  

“93, come out of the box.”

Slowly, Jane got to her hands and knees and backed out of the box.  Esmerelda, Sebastian, and Jake stood back, waiting. 

Jane was a piteous sight.   She was haggard and drawn.  Her confinement had left her covered in her own urine and feces.  She began to sob again as she knelt on the floor outside the box.  It was Esmerelda who spoke.

“93, stand up.”

Jane struggled in response to the order.   With difficulty, she managed to get to her feet.  She didn’t turn but remained facing the direction she had left the box,

“93, turn around.”

Jane turned to face Esmerelda.  The small oriental woman looked the tall blonde up and down.  Jane was filthy.  Feces were stuck to her where she had voided her bowels in the box, it had mixed with her urine, and she had been forced to kneel or lay in it for 48 hours.

“93.  Have you thought about your digressions?”

“Yes, Maam.”

“What are you, 93.”

“I am nothing.”

“Who are you 93?”

“I am 93.”

“Were you instructed on keeping yourself shaved and ready?”

“Yes, Maam.”

“Did you lie to cover your guilt.”

“Yes, Maam.”

“Are you guilty of lying and failing to keep the rules?”

“Yes, Maam.”

“Then 93, you will be permitted to clean yourself and prepare for bed. Go to the bath and shower.  Don’t forget to shave.  Got to the dining hall for dinner.”

Without waiting, Jane turned and headed out for the bath as instructed.  The three others watched her go.  Sebastian spoke to Esmerelda.

“Do you think she is done.”

‘No.  She has a strong personality.  Given a bit of time, she will again start to think.  It will take more work.   Watch her.”

Jane walked slowly up the stairs and to the bath.   Once there she went straight to the shower, turned on the water as hot as she could stand the spray and simply stood as the blast of hot water hit her skin, stinging and burning slightly.   Her eyes closed, she stood unmoving.   Her mind, however, was beginning to come back to life. 

True, it has shut down in response to the incessant droning of the voice, the intermittent bright lights and total dark and the fact that she was forced to wallow in her own excrement.   But now she was again thinking.

I must have misheard or forgotten the instructions.  I would not have made such a stupid mistake.  I must focus if I am to get through this.  How many days has it been?  I can’t even remember.  I just need to comply, to obey the rules and just be.  That way, I won’t be punished.  I can do this.  Keith knows I can do this.

Taking the shampoo, she began to lather her hair.  It suddenly dawned on her that she should shave.  Stepping from the shower, she retrieved the plastic razor from her toiletry bag and returned to the shower.   Using the bar soap in the holder, she lathered herself completely and carefully guided the razor over herself.  She paused and then began to run the razor over her entire body until the only hair that she sported was the blonde mane on her head.   Rinsing off, she toweled herself, toweled her hair, brushed it, and pulled it back into the now standard loose ponytail.  Looking at herself in the mirror, she turned without a self comment and headed to the dining hall.

She found that it must be lunch.  It was the usual menu of cold cuts, cheeses, bread, and fruits.  She ate, sparingly, keeping her eyes down on her plate.  Roger entered and spoke.

“93, you have been requested for private duty.  Report to Ms. Fitzsimmons in the library. Everyone else to your assigned chores.”

Jane heard the orders.  She had no idea who Ms. Fitzsimmons was.  She made her way to the library and entered.  She found the diminutive woman who had been the cause of her sojourn into the box.  The woman watched as she entered from the chair she occupied near the fireplace.

“Well, 93, it looks like you survived your time in the box.”

Jane didn’t answer.

The woman rose and came toward Jane.  She was shorter than Jane by almost a head.  She was dressed casually in slacks and a shirt. 

“On your knees.  I hate to look up to anyone.”

Jane dropped to her knees

The woman walked slowly around Jane.  From behind, Jane heard the woman speak again.

“On your hands and knees.”

Jane leaned forward resting on her hands and knees.  She stared down at the carpet.  A hand slipped between her thighs and ran over her pubic area. 

“Well.  You seemed to have learned that lesson.  You are indeed shaved clean and smooth.”

Jane remained motionless, waiting to see what was next.  She didn’t think that the woman had requested her simply to gloat.

“Kneel up.”

Jane rose to her knees, standing erect.  Her eyes focused on something across the room, desperately trying to remain calm.  She felt the woman's hand run over her breast and then stop to caress her unpierced nipple slowly.  The almost delicate touch a contrast to the contact she had experienced over the past few days.  It was almost enjoyable.  Jane closed her eyes as the hand continued to caress the nipple and breast. The stimulation continued until Jane, against her own will, groaned audibly.  Her body, operating on its own, was reacting to the stimulus and she could feel the wetness between her thighs.  The hand left her breast.

“93, stand up.”

Jane opened her eyes and stood, a bit shakily. 

“Come with me.”

Jane turned and followed the woman out of the library and down the hall.  They entered a door that Jane knew to be the gaming room.  She could hear many voices inside as they entered.   Jane guessed that all of the other guests were in the room.   Ms. Fitzsimmons walked to the bar, poured herself a drink.  Jane stopped obediently behind her.   The room had fallen quiet as they entered.

“Boys and girls, don’t let us interrupt your festivities.”

Jane could see most of the room.  There were six men and three women.  Keith was among them.  His back was to her and he was involved in discussion with two other men.  In a few minutes, the others were back to their conversations.   Ms. Fitzsimmons seemed to be waiting for something.  That something soon arrived.

Jane saw number 43 enter the room.  He looked around.  Jane expected him to come to where Ms. Fitzsimmons was standing.  Instead, he moved to the far side of the room where another man turned and looked at him, spoke a few words Jane couldn’t understand, after which 43 moved to stand quietly against the wall.

Ms. Fitzsimmons closed with Jane and spoke softly.

“Wait by the bar.’

She left Jane and made her way across the room to the man who had spoken to 43.  They spoke for a few moments.  Jane saw Ms. Fitszsimmons look toward her and grin broadly.  The man to whom she was talking excused himself from his group and moved toward 43.  Ms. Fitzsimmons walked toward Jane.

“93, come here.”

Jane met Ms. Fitzsommons near the center of the room.  The other man was bringing 43 toward them as well.   Jane got a good look at 43.  She was sure now he was in his late 60’s.  He sported a sagging belly and the skin hung loose on his arms and neck. Jane tried not to look, but she couldn’t keep from watching his cock and balls swing slowly as he walked.  They were average in size.

“Friends, Mr. Blevins and I have a little entertainment.  Here we have 93 and 43.  We are going to have a little contest and to make things more interesting, we are going to do some side wagers.   43 and 93 are going to be our gaming pieces.  As you know, their instructions are to do whatever they are told without question.  43 here are your orders.   You are to arouse and bring 93 to orgasm without having an orgasm yourself.  93 your orders are the same.  Bring 43 to orgasm without having your own orgasm.  43 and 93, you may use any method you prefer as long as you follow your orders exactly.  Mr. Blevins and I will be taking side bets on which of the pair will orgasm first.   Come place your bets now and we will begin in a few minutes.”

Jane was again stunned.  She was being forced into a sex game with a total stranger.  She must find a way to bring him to orgasm.  She looked at 43 and saw that he was eyeing her.  His cock was still flaccid.

It took several minutes for the betting to be concluded.  Jane saw Keith talking to Mr. Blevins.  She assumed he was making his bet.  She wondered how he had made his wager, which contestant was he backing?

Her attention returned to Ms. Fitzsimmons.

“Spread out and give them room.   93 and 43.  Go.”

Jane looked around and when her attention returned to 43, she found that he had advanced and was almost on top of her.  Before she could react, he had spun her around and bear-hugged her from behind.  One arm locked across her breasts.  His other hand was quickly between her legs and a finger was working furiously over her clit.   Surprised, she kicked and twisted, trying to get away.  His strength was greater than she had thought.  As she twisted, one arm worked its way behind her back, and she found her hand grasping his flaccid cock.  The finger at her clit was having its effect.  The tingles and warmth were growing in her pussy.   She began to pump his cock vigorously and was surprised at how fast it reacted, coming to full erection.  She pumped faster, hoping to bring him to an orgasm quickly. 

She lost her focus momentarily as the finger left her clit and rammed its length into her pussy.   The finger, matching the rhythm of her hand on 43’s cock, begins to fuck in and out.  Struggling to get free of his grasp, Jane twisted and turned, trying her best to keep her hand busy on his cock.  The arm around her chest loosened and she managed to twist a bit more, giving her more room to move, increasing her range of motion.  She thought she had the advantage until a huge hand clamped on her breast and began to massage, roll and tweak her nipple.  She gasped, her hips jerking trying to escape the fingers that were buried deep in her pussy, which, to her chagrin, she found to be growing wetter and slicker.  The cock in her hand while rigid and upright showed no signs of being any closer to an orgasm.   On the other hand, she felt her body responding.  

Trying her best to control her rising arousal, she managed to get her other hand in position and began to massage 43’s balls.  This elicited a grunt from the man and a slight hesitation.  Jane took advantage and jerked away, freeing herself from both his hands.  Without thinking, she dropped to her knees, grabbing his cock and balls with both hands and ramming his cock into her mouth where her tongue and lips went to work.  She felt his hands go down and try to lift her away.  In response, she put her arms around his body and grasped his butt cheeks tightly and pulled her self as tightly to him as possible.  The fact that it forced his cock down her throat and made it almost impossible to breath didn’t seem to be important.  Her sensitive parts were mostly out of his reach, and his cock was where she could focus all her attention to it.  She felt his hands tangle in her hair as he tried to pull her face from his cock.  In response, the extended a finger and rammed it into his asshole and her tongue worked over the tiny opening in his cock.  As she finger fucked his ass, she let the cock slide back down her throat, and her tongue played along the vein on the bottom of his cock.   To her surprise, the hands in her hair that had been pulling her back suddenly began to pull her tighter to him.  Realizing that she was succeeding, she doubled her efforts with her tongue and drove her finger as deep as it could be pressed.  She was rewarded with feeling his body shudder, a deep guttural groan emerges from him and almost immediately a flood of semen in her mouth and throat.   She slurped and swallowed, nearly choking on the immense ejaculation.   She then slipped the cock from her mouth and knelt back, using a finger to wipe the residual cum from her lips.

A cheer went up from one group.  They had bet on 93.  The other group seemed a bit downtrodden.  Jane noted that Keith was in the group that seemed to be the losers.  He had bet against her. 

“Well.  That was quite the display!  93, congratulations.  43.  Good try.”

Mr. Bivens spoke quietly to 43, who rose and left the room.   Ms. Fitzsimmons looked at Jane.

“93.  You may go back to your bed.  You are done for the evening.”

Jane rose and exited the room quietly. When she entered the bedroom, the lights were already off.  She made her way quietly to her bed.   The two days in the box and the exertions of the contest fell on her, and she dropped to sleep almost instantly.