Chapter 9
My master had always felt challenged when offered a dare and the one my brother James gave him came as a special one.
James and his wife Diane had been married for ten years, and had had five children, when we opened Chattel Castle and they came to our grand opening.
We showed them around the facilities and they appeared truly impress with our operation. Always the one for one-upmanship James soon pointed out a feature that we had over looked—a performing theater.
He said that what we had was great but we didn't have a large enough place for real good audience participation.
When asked to elaborate, he did.
James said that what we needed was a very large building that could hold hundreds of paying customers. Customers that would pay to watch what the castle was famous for—the infliction of pain.
"What you need is a place where slaves are on display for people to see. To watch them undergo their punishments or take part in administrating that punishment."
"Yes, your dungeon room are fully supplied but you are missing an entire market of people. People who would pay graciously to just watch a sweet bitch wreath under a whip, or two nimble slaves bound together head to cunt as they jerk to the sting of a crop."
"Can't you just see them? Hundreds of them packed into a huge building. Watching what happens on a big, well light stage. Asking themselves if they could do that to someone, or have it done to themselves."
"And to spice up the fair you could have challenges. Just imagine if I bet you that my Diane could take more than your Chrissy. We could charge people to be judges. Or punishers. Or just to watch which slave can take the most."
"Picture it, Douglas. Our wives are bound at center stage. The building is oppressively hot with the packed customers. And step by step we take our wives through their paces. Whips, canes, weights, fire, needles and on and on."
"We could collect bets as to who will last the longest before begging to be released. You could take the house share of the bets. You could sell their punishments just as you do for other castle services."
"But the building couldn't be within the castle. It would have to be separate. With ample parking, which naturally you charge for."
"When people pay for their tickets they could also rent a whip or a crop or a whatever to use on the victims of the night. But to keep it interesting, only have one show a month."
"If offered daily or weekly it would become commonplace. And what I can envision is nothing at all like common."
"And just to prove I'm serious, I will challenge you personally. Your opening night would feature Diane and Chrissy as the challenged slaves. What do you say? I'll even go in halves with you on costs and profits."
Well, needless to say my master accepted my brother's challenge.
It took almost a full year to chose the sight on our five hundred acre estate, build the theater and the other necessary items, such as the two acre parking lot.
Three months before the scheduled opening night we started our publicity campaign and the reservations starting rolling in.
Because of the size of the place, it was decided that four huge screens would be placed around the room to show what was happening on stage.
Film crews were hired and videos of the event would be sold. Each patron would be given two drink tickets with the admission price and be limited to just those two drinks.
We didn't want any rudeness.
Three hundred could be seated in the theater. All surrounding the stage that was in the middle of the building.
The admission price was $100 and we were not so prudish as to forbid our audience from finding sexual satisfaction as the evening progress.
There would even be twenty female and fifteen male slaves from the castle in attendance for those who wished to purchase their services. Cash in advance was the rule.
For two weeks before the opening night I was frustratingly unabused so I would have my full strength to call upon.
We knew that my brother was totally serious when he made his own bet with my master—the loser would sign over half of his share in the theater to the winner, giving the winner control of the theater, and an additional bet of $250,000.
The rules of the challenge were simple.
The master's slave that begged to stop lost. Each slave was to receive the identical damage and would alternate in being first to receive it. For example I would be whipped, then Diane, then Diane would be say burnt then me. Back and forth.
If a slave fainted she was considered the loser. Everything done was to as identical as possible including what the customers paid for. Minimum time of the challenge was to be three hours.
The opening night finally arrived. The doors opened at 4:00. The "Slave Challenge" would begin at 6:00.
By 4:28 every swivel chair in the theater was filled and the food caterers were doing a booming business.
One hundred and seventeen people were denied entrance.
By 4:45 one hundred people had paid for the upcoming video to be mailed to them as soon as it was available.
James, Diane, Douglas and I arrived at 5:45 and entered the tunnel beneath the theater.
James and Douglas were dressed the same in leather, skin tight pants and leather boots.
Diane was wearing a full length sable that matched her black hair.
I wore a full length chinchilla that matched my silver blond hair.
We were a contrast of black and white. Beneath our furs we were both nude except for our rings (five respectively) and cuffs on our wrists and ankles.
As we took our places on the round platform that would raise us to the center of the stage we could hear the announcer of the theater call for quiet and for everyone to take their seats please as the "Slave Challenge" was about to begin.
The crowd hushed. The lights dimmed.
The four huge screens were filled with the scene of the stage.
Our platform began to rise, and I don't know about Diane but my skin was covered with goose bumps.
As our heads came above the level of the stage floor I was blinded by the bright lights and my ears filled with the avid applause of our appreciative audience.
With a click our platform locked into place.
"Ladies and gentlemen may I present the challengers of the evening. Master James and his slave Diane."
James gave a slight bow and took the fur from Diane.
More applause, whistles and yells filled the room as I Mane took a bow then stood straight and tall in all her beautiful splendor.
When the noise level died down a bit the announcer continued. "And Master Douglas and his slave Chrissy."
I felt my master remove my wrap and greeted my own applause with a bow then stood straight and proud before them.
"Welcome to the Theater of Pain. We hope that all of you will be thoroughly entertained as Diane and Chrissy challenge each other in a duel of pain. The rules of the challenge are simple. The first to beg for their torment to stop is declared the loser. And tonight the special word is 'Eagle'."
"Each slave may use any other word during her torment. She may beg for mercy, say stop over and over, or any other word. But when she says "Eagle" she is admitting defeat."
"To make sure that each slave knows the code word, would she please say it now."
Diane and I both said "Eagle" and I'm sure that both of us prayed that we would not say it again before the night was over.
"The only other way to stop the challenge is for a slave to faint. If she does faint she is again declared the loser of the challenge. If there are no questions, we may now begin."
The room was totally silent except for some heavy breathing.
"The equipment on stage has been tested. Each set is as equal as possible. The first piece of equipment to be used is the paddling machine. Please attach the slaves to their machines."
Two identical paddling machines had been placed to our right.
In front of them were two paddle horses that Diane and I were bound to. Our wrists and ankles were attached to rings in the legs of the horses.
Our asses faced the paddling machines. The paddle machines were similar to baseball pitching machines, but instead of throwing balls they swung a wooden paddle.
"The first to met the challenge of the paddling machines will be Chrissy."
A chill went up my spine.
"She will receive ten strokes at setting number one. Each stroke will be thirty seconds apart. The pressure per square inch on setting one is ten pounds per square inch."
The first stroke landed on my tensed ass.
The smacking sound filled the room along with the murmuring of the crowd. By the time the tenth one landed my ass was definitely tender.
"Chrissy, do you wish to stop?"
I shook my head.
"Do you remember the code word? If so, say it now."
I said "Eagle".
"Now for the challenger."
I turned my head to watch Diane get her ten strokes. She made no sound either. When the tenth stroke was over she too was asked if she wanted to stop and if she remembered the code word.
And so we progressed our way through the paddling machines.
Each of us received ten strokes at each of the ten settings. By the last setting our asses were receiving one hundred pounds of pressure per square inch. And every stroke landed in the same place for each one hundred strokes.
Neither of us managed to get to the end in silence. We were moaning and screaming by the eight round but neither of us said "Eagle" except to confirm that we remember it.
"You may release your slaves. The next challenge will be the weight competition. If you will kindly attach your slaves to the beams while I explain to our audience what is to happen."
The beams were two huge twelve by twelve beams that were attached to hoists. Our ankle bands were attached to rings in the floor and our wrists to the beams.
After each beam was raised to adjust to our individual heights Diane and I were held firmly in place in the classic X. The beams did not pull us off the floor but they stopped just short of doing so.
"As you can see, either by being close enough or by one of the screens, each slave has five rings piercing her body. There is a ring in each of her nipples. A ring in each vaginal lip and one through the center of the clitoris."
"Now you can see that each master is attaching a hook to each ring of his slave. Those hooks weigh four ounces each. During this challenge weights, each weighing a half a pound, will be hung from each hook in rotation."
"Master James if you would select the first target. Then Master Douglas will place his the same, then he will select and Master James will copy. So on alternating back and forth. Please begin."
Diane and I were back to back on the stage but there was a split screen in front" of each of us.
The top half showed Diane as my brother hooked the first weight from her left nipple ring. I saw him slowly remove his hand and her breast pull toward her stomach.
My master came to me and did the same as I watched myself on the lower portion of the screen in front of me.
As my nipple took the weight I felt my nipple pull and my ass muscles tighten.
My master whispered, "Left nipple again," before he slid the next weight onto the same hook that hung from my left nipple. As he eased his hand away I couldn't help but moan.
I watched the screen as James did the same then place his next weight on Diane's right nipple ring hook.
My master copied him then knelt down and I felt the first weight hang from my left cunt lip.
And back and forth they went as Diane and I supported the weights by our rings. When the last weight was used we were both screaming our heads off, but neither of us screamed out "Eagle".
Each of us had eight pound hanging from each nipple, five from each cunt lip and three pounds were pulling our clits several inches away from our leaking snatches.
Our weights were removed and we were freed as the announcer informed the audience of the next challenge.
"The next challenge will be the whipping from the audience. As the slaves are bound into place let me explain to the participants."
"Many of you have paid for the privilege to whip the challengers. None of you were sold and odd number of strokes because you are to divide your strokes equally between the challengers."
"So if you purchased, say, six whip strokes, you would apply three to each slave. You are to place them in the same places. For example if you whipped Diane three times across the breasts then our other three would have to be applied to Chrissy's breasts."
"We ask each participant to try to use the same force and target for each slave. Our aim is to see who can stand the most pain, so try to be as equal as possible."
"If it is judged that you inflict pain unequally, you will be denied the remainder of your blows or required to leave. If there are no more questions, we may now begin."
"Would the person holding the green ticket number one please come forward?"
Upon arrival the audience had been able to buy tickets to participate in the challenge. They paid for the number of punishments and for the area of application.
For instance it cost more to whip cunts that it did to whip asses and the tickets were marked to show what and where that they had paid for.
Diane and I had no way of knowing who would do what to us.
Only the Punishment Master had a master list of how had paid for what and he was the sole determinator of the order of application.
As Diane and I hung suspended from the beams again, our feet attached to the floor, we had no idea of what was to happen to us.
The Punishment Master took over the micro? phone and began his job for the evening. "Ticket holder number one will administer five whip strokes to each slave, beginning with Chrissy."
"Each stroke is to land directly across nipples. Number one please begin."
I saw an average sized man approach me.
He carried a three foot whip in his left hand.
He smiled at me before he brought his whip back. An instant later the whip dug deeply into my previously stretched nipples with tremendous force.
I screamed my head off.
He did it four more times then did the same to Diane.
He must have been fair because she screamed just as loud as I had.
Number two was called to the stage, then three and so on. ,
Number two applied three whip strokes each to our paddled asses.
Three landed four each on our breasts.
Number four managed to land seven each on our spread cunts, fortunately we were standing upright and he couldn't get them all that well, but there was no doubt that our cunts had been whipped when he stepped off the stage.
And so on they came.
By watching the video later I know that Diane and I received 194 whip strokes each from the audience.
We were anything but unblemished when the last whip was collected.
A fifteen minute break was called after the whipping was over..
Diane and I gladly accepted the rest period. We were definitely battered and bruised. And both of us had come so many times that we had lost track of the number.
We were given drinks and tried to find a comfortable way to relax while given the chance.
During our break many in the audience took the opportunity to find some sexual relief, order copies of the film, or buy refreshments.
I paid them scant attention.
"The next challenge will be the challenge of piercing. If you would attach your slaves to the beams again we may begin."
"Each slave will be pierced with various items and any part of their bodies may be pierced. Their own masters will place the piercing articles, again using a rotation. Master Douglas you may have the first selection."
My master chose a safety pin and drove it through the tender skin in my right arm pit, pulled it all the way through and snapped it shut.
Then James used an eight inch needle through Diane's stomach so that her navel was covered by the needle piercing skin on both sides of it.
Next came a self-piercing ring to our left nostrils.
And so on it went.
We had needles, pins, little drilling bits that resembled cork screws, safety pins, rings, serrated clamps that cut into us and others covering most of our bodies.
There were eighteen items in each of our tits, ten in our cunt lips, over twenty-five in our asses, three in our clits and so on. In total each of us were pierced identically over a hundred times.
They hurt almost as much coming out as they had going in.
We were given another break before the final challenge of fire.
Viewing the video, I'm still amazed that neither of us had asked to stop. Neither of us could move all that well when we were bathed and ointments applied to our flesh during the final break.
Both of us had almost totally lost our voices from our many screams but each could, if we dared, still say "Eagle".
After over three hours the final challenge began.
Again we were bound to the beams and floor as the announcer informed the audience that the instruments to be used on us would come from the same dispenser, whether it be one of the heated ovens, or from a burning brazier.
Each item was to be times to assure equal amounts of heat. When he was done we began our final and most demanding challenge.
Heat and fire are very potent implements of torture. But for them to be used on flesh that was already whipped, clipped, pulled and tormented was pure agony.
Diane and I were anything but refreshed.
We were drained, weak and in severe pain before the first heated rod connected with our abused nipples.
As more and more of our skin was turned red and blistered the rules were changed.
We were to be harmed simultaneously.
Everyone knew that both of us were on the verge of total collapse.
The bottoms of our feet, the tender skin behind our knees, asses, tits, arm pits, stomach and thighs were all blistered when the final area of our opened cunts was challenged with open flames.
Our cunt hairs were singed way. Our entire mounds looked shaved.
And Diane screamed out "Eagle" as James held the flame to her clit.
The announcer confirmed her request to stop.
Diane again screamed out "Eagle" in her weaken voice and James began to remove her from bondage.
When my master whispered his request in my ear, at first I thought he was insane. But when he explained that it would confirm a unchallenged victory, I agreed.
I don't know how, but I agreed.
When James had freed Diane my master asked him to watch.
James turned his head, the camera zoomed in, and all could see my master as he used the candle that had just burnt my clit slam into my opened cunt as I hung there.
The flame didn't last all that long inside my soaked cunt but I felt every fraction of a second that it burned away within me.
Then keeping the candle in me like a dildo, my master released me, bent me over on to my hands and knees and fucked my ass as the finale.
The Slave Challenge was over.
I had won, but somehow I didn't feel like celebrating.
After the Challenge I was under a doctor's care for over a week. And it was sixteen days before I again was administered any pain, but my master was kind enough to fuck me several times during that period.
The slave challenges are still held monthly at the theater and they still draw large crowds, but to date I have not participated again.
Many people have suggested having a Challenge of Champions, but so far my master has refused.
And my opinion?
I would do it again if my master asked me.