Precisely at midnight, Sir Campbell's driver dropped Mistress Ilsa and Nicole off in front of a small restaurant in TriBeCa. It looked the same as any one of a number of small trendy bistros that were popular in New York. Mistress Ilsa gave a tug on the leash that was clipped to the ring in Nicole's clit and urged the young slave forward. When they entered the restaurant, Nicole was shocked to see that it actually was a restaurant! The patrons very startled when they saw the naked woman led through them and into a private dining room in the rear of the building.

The room was lit only by candles that had been place in a ring around the perimeter of the room. Mistress led Nicole to a raised platform in the center of the ring of candles, and said, "Kneel!"

Nicole knelt as she was told, and bowed her head, so she heard, rather than saw Mistress Ilsa leave the platform and her Master walk toward her. "Slave Nicole," her Master began," Before we begin, you must make a statement that will show that you understand your rights. Please spread your knees and look into the mirror that it between them Look at the reflection of your cunt as you hear me out."

You have two basic rights. One; you have the right to be Mine. You know how I treat you, you are My slave, a possession, to be used by Me whenever, wherever, and however I wish, for My pleasure and enjoyment alone. You may never refuse My demands. Two; you have the right to not be mine. To be free, and continue with your life as it was. In which case, you are to get up and leave at once, immediately, and forever. Do you understand your rights, slave?"

"Yes, Master."

"Well then, what do you choose; freedom, or slavery?"

"I choose to be your slave, Master."

"Are you making this choice of your own free will?"

"Yes, Sir Campbell"

"Do you understand the implications of the choice of slavery?"

"Yes, Sir Campbell."

"Very well then, slave Nicole, renew your vows of slavery."

"With pride, Sir Campbell." Nicole pause for a moment to collect her thoughts, and then she began: "I, slave Nicole, belong to Sir Campbell. He is my Master, and I am His slave. My body is always naked before Him, as I am not worthy to be clothed in His presence. My body is always available to Him, whether it be for pain, pleasure, or humiliation. I proudly wear my slave collar to proclaim to the world that I am a possession. My mouth, my cunt, and my ass are open for His use. My breasts have been pierced and scarred as a sign of my commitment to Him. I gratefully receive the kiss of His whip as a sign of His total ownership of me. I joyfully accept His gifts of abuse and debasement as signs that I am meeting His needs. I bear the pain of His lash with pride as I sing a hymn of praise to Him with my screams. I am filth, a whore, a slut, because that is what my Master desires of me. I will do anything to please Sir Campbell. I will try to be a worthy cunt slave. I will please Him in any manner He wishes."

"Are you still gazing at your reflection in the mirror, slave," Sir Campbell asked?

"Yes, Master."

"Then tell Me what you see."

"I see a cunt which is open for my Master."

"And to whom does that cunt truly belong?"

"It belongs to You, Sir Campbell."

Sir Campbell turned his back to His slave and announced, "I present My property to The Ring. What it Mine, is Yours." Nicole wasn't sure what was expected of her at this point, as her Master left the platform, so she did what she considered the logical thing, and that was to remain as she was, kneeling over the mirror with her head bowed.

After a few minutes, two naked women with brass rings through their septums, approached her, and grabbing her by the upper arms, helped her to her feet. They walked her to the edge of the platform as a spotlight hit the three slaves. They stood still in the stark light until a voice from the right side said, "Give Me her mouth."

Nicole felt pressure on her shoulders as the two women pushed her to her knees. A man dressed in a black tuxedo came forward and stood with his crotch inches from Nicole's face. The women undid his pants and pushed Nicole's face into his groin. She took his flaccid penis into her mouth as the women held her head firmly against his body She could feel the flesh harden and grow, but she was not allowed to pull away, so it had only one direction to go, and that was to the back of her throat. With all of her reserves she fought against her gag reflex as the erect member pushed her tongue down and searched for her throat. Finally, the hands at the back of her head stopped pushing, and she was able to start sucking in her normal fashion. In a matter of minutes, he let out a groan, and she felt the sticky spurts begin shooting his cum down her throat. Nicole knew it was expected that she swallow every last drop, and did not stop sucking until she was sure there was none left.

The two women put his trousers back together, and as he left the stage, they once again pulled her upright. A short period of time passed again, until another voice, this one more in front of her, called out, "Give Me her ass!"

One of the women left the stage for a moment and returned with an old wooden milk crate. Then, pushing her back to her knees, they positioned Nicole in such a fashion the she was bent over the crate, with her open cunt and anus facing the harsh spotlight. She heard the footsteps approach, so she didn't see that the man she was about to accommodate was a very large black man. Once again, the women helped him out of his tux. Then, kneeling on either side of Nicole, they grabbed her thighs and spread them wide for him. With no warning, he forced his nine - inch cock into her asshole and buried it completely. She was barely able to stiffer the scream from the searing pain. He didn't take her slowly, but instead, he closes to drive into her with a brute force and fury that made her feel as though she was being torn apart.

He didn't dump his load inside her as she expected. Instead, he pulled out and said, "Give me her mouth." The women pulled her up and positioned Nicole's mouth in front of the glistening black cock. She opened her mouth, and he slowly slid it in, so she could relish the taste of her own ass. As he began to cum, he pulled out of her mouth, so that his offering covered her face from her forehead to her chin. The women helped him to get dressed, and then pulled the slave to her knees once again. But this time, they left her there alone. A voice called to her, "Stand Up!"

Nicole rose to her feet, but kept her head bowed. She wasn't sure what she should do, so she stood and waited, hoping her nervousness wasn't apparent. "I suppose that we are ready to proceed with the second phase of the initiation," a voice resounded. "Slave Nicole, what you are to do now is select a she-slave from the ones tied to the wall to your left. You may have your way with her. There is a box on the floor behind you that contains many items for your use."

Nicole turned to her left and saw that the two women who had been with her only minutes before, were now chained to the wall, along with nine other female slaves. The chains that held them were linked to the rings they all bore through the nose. Like herslf, all of the women were naked, excepting for slave collars, high heels and jewelry in their various piercings. Nicole walked over to the slaves to get a closer look. They ranged in age from their mid-twenties to one who was probably sixty! The body of the eldest slave was covered with scars and brands and she had very large and heavy weights hanging from her nipples, pulling her tits down toward her waist and flattening them out. Her nether lips were similarly weighted, and over many years of this, had been stretched so that they were now over six inches long.

Nicole's eyes came to rest on a young she-slave with golden blond hair. Her breasts were firm and proud, with thick golden rings in her areolas. She bore an ornate tatoo on her right breast. Unlike Nicole, she had all of her pubic hair. It was a shade lighter in color than the hair on her head, and it had been neatly trimmed with a scissors and razor into the shape of a heart. She had a defiant look in her eyes that seemed to say, 'pick me, if you dare.'

Nicole announced, "I've made my choice."

The voice replied, "then unfasten her chain and have your way with her.,"

Nicole opened the clasp that tethered the slave's nose ring to the chain, and grabbing her by the hair, lead her back out onto the platform. What is your name," Nicole asked?

I am Slave Justine," she replied with a sarcastic air.

Well, Justine," Nicole mocked, "I think one of us is about to have a great deal of fun at the expense of the other, and I'll give you just one guess as to which one you will be. Go over there and bring back that chest like a nice obedient little cunt."

While Justine was retrieving the chest, Nicole looked around the platform to see what was available to her. She saw a pair of columns with rings attached at the top and bottom and a hand operated winch that held a leather sling suspended form the ceiling.

When Justine brought back the chest, she mocked, "Where shall I place this chest, Mistress?"

Over there at the edge of the platform, slut,' replied Nicole. "Now, open it up so that I may see what sort of toys we have to play with." Justine did as she was told, and then stood back from the chest so Nicole could inspect it's contents. "Hmmm," Nicole hummed, "we certainly won't be bored for a lack of things to play with. Here, put these cuffs on your wrists and ankles while I decide what we'll try first."

As Justine was putting on the cuffs, Nicole began to lower the sling on the winch. "When you have adjusted those cuffs good and snug," Nicole commanded, "step over here and climb into this sling so we can take you for a little ride." Justine finished putting on the cuffs, and climbed into the sling. Nicole used locks to hold the slave's arms and legs stretched out wide. "I see that you've spent a great deal of time and effort trying to make that ugly looking cunt attractive with your work on the pubic hair. Let's see how good you are at math. You will count the hairs as I remove them." Nicole picked up a pair of tweezers and pulled out a hair.

"One, Mistress," Justine called out. "Two, Mistress, three, Mistress."

When she got to forty, Nicole announced, " I've grown tired of this game, slave, so we'll just take a little short cut." Nicole reached into the chest and pulled out a butane lighter. "No sense counting now, bitch, this will do it much faster." Then without pause, Nicole lit the lighter and held it to the slave's crotch. With a scream, the hair ignited and filled the room with the odor of burning hair. Nicole removed the flame just long enough to inspect her handiwork. "Oops, seem to have missed a few tricky ones back by your asshole." And with that, she re-lit the lighter and burned the remaining hair off.

Justine's crotch was smooth of hair now, but it had many blisters popping out of the angry reddened skin. "I think you look much better this way, Justine," Nicole said, "But I bet those burns smart. Maybe we can find something to put on them to soothe the pain." Nicole dug into the chest and pulled out a tube of Ben-Gay. "Here's some ointment that should help," she announced. A shiver ran through Justine's body when she saw what the tube was. Nicole took a generous glob of the Ben-Gay and rubbed it into the burned skin of the slave, which added greatly to the pain and discomfort she was feeling.

"I think we should see what you're made of, now that you're so visible," Nicole remarked. "Let's get you out of that sling and we'll get some new toys to play with. Nicole undid the chains and helped the slave girl out of the sling. "Go and stand with your back to that column, whore," Nicole commanded.

"I hope you like games, Justine," Nicole said.

"If it please you, Mistress," came the answer.

"Well it does, slave," Nicole answered back, as she took the slave girl's hands and chained them to a ring set high up on the column. "I found a game in the chest that I think you might be good at. Can you guess what it is?"

"No, Mistress, please tell me."

:We're going to play darts, slave, and you get to be the dart board. I'll even allow you to keep track of the score. Let's say one point if the dart hits you, five if it sticks in you, ten if it sticks in a breast, twenty-five if it sticks in a nipple. Are we ready, Justine?"

"Whenever You are, Mistress."

Nicole picked up the first dart, and taking aim, let it fly at her pretty target. "Yow!" Justine screamed, as the dart struck her just below the navel. And fell to the floor. "One point, Mistress."

'This bitch is tough,' Nicole thought to herself, 'I'm going to have to get tougher if Sir Campbell is to be accepted into The Ring. She picked up a second dart, and without taking time to aim, hurled it as hard as she could. Justine screamed and tore at her bonds as the dart imbedded itself in her left thigh.

"What's My score now, slave?"

"That makes six, Mistress."

"Well, I have three darts left. You keep score in your head and we'll tally them up when I'm through." Nicole let fly with the three missles in quick succession. Justine's shrieks filled the room as one dart hit her in the left shoulder and fell to the floor, another was buried in her right breast, an inch from the nipple, and the lest one was stuck in her left armpit. "So, give Me My total, and you'd better get it right, or I'll pull those again and play a second round."

"Oh, Mistress," Justine sobbed, "I've lost count."

Nicole pulled the darts out and said, "Well the, maybe a taste of the lash will improve your math." Nicole took out a wicked looking stick and proceeded to strike Justine's breasts five times with all of her might. Justine was screaming as Nicole gave her a second set of five.

When she was through, Nicole unfastened the bonds and said, "Open your mouth." Justine did as she was told, and Nicole put the stick in the open mouth, saying, "You'd better not drop this." Nicole then reached for a piece of paper and pen and made a sign, which she stuck to the slave's stomach with straight pins. The sign read, "Whip me please!" "Now, go out into the dining room, and see if you can get someone to comply with your request."

When Justine had left the room, a large man stepped up on the stage and said, "Well, I guess it's My turn now, cunt, and I want you to know that I am not pleased with the way you treated My wife! You may be sure that I fully intend to exact My pound of flesh. Now, Kneel Before Me!"

Quickly the young slave knelt before her abuser, and bowing her head, awaited His command. "I need to relieve Myself before we start to play, and you seem to be the only available toilet. Undo My trousers and open your mouth."

Nicole reached up and undid His belt and clasp, then she pulled the zipper open. "Well, what are you waiting for? I need to piss Now!"

Nicole pulled His enormous cock out of His shorts and aimed it at her open mouth. After waiting a few seconds with her eyes closed, she looked up and saw Him looking down at her, waiting for her eyes to catch His. "You are to watch as I use you, slave," he said. And with that, the stream began to flow into her mouth, as she held his cock pointed there. The urine spilled from her mouth, down her breasts and stomach and onto the platform, creating a puddle between her knees. Nicole had never known someone who could have the bladder control to store that amount.

When the stream finally abated, he said, "Clean Me off, so that we may play." Nicole began licking his still dripping cock until she could no longer taste the salty piss. "Now, cunt, I want you to stand up so that I can examine those interesting hooks in your nipples."

"Certainly, Master," Nicole replied as she rose from her knees. "It must have been an interesting feat getting them through your piercings. That barb is quite long and sharp and the eyelet is very large. I wonder how they are supposed to come out. Let's experiment, shall we? I'll take one out barb first, and the other one out eyelet first." Nicole gritted her teeth as he clasped the hook in her left nipple between his index finger and thumb and gave it a tug until the eyelet was pulled taut against the hole. "Hmmm," He mumbled, "I guess I'll have to give it a bit more of a pull." And with that, he ripped the hook out through the hole, tearing then hole larger.

Nicole gave out an audible gasp, but was able to suppress a scream. "Now let's see if it's easier the other way." Nicole couldn't hold back her scream as he ripped the barb through her nipple, slicing it in two. "Go over to the chest and put on a set of ankle cuffs, slut."

"Yes, Master," Nicole whimpered. Nicole found a pair of cuffs and strapped them to her ankles as she had been ordered.

"Take that four foot spreader bar out while you have the chest open", he ordered.

"Yes, Master," she replied.

"I want you to walk into the dining room and bring back My slave a a vase of roses off one of the tables", he continued. Nicole placed the spreader bar down and stepped off the platform. She walked into the dining room and found the slave bent over the bar while a patron was whipping her ass. Blood flowed freely from the numerous cuts and lacerations on the poor girl's buttocks and thighs. Nicole walked over to the bar, and taking the slave bar the arm, lead her away from her tormentor. She grabbed a vase of roses as she passed one of the tables.

Nicole lead Justine up on the platform and went to hand the vase of roses to Sir Damian, but at the last instant, his hand pulled back, and the vase crashed to the floor. "Well, you will definitely be punished for that, but first, where is the whip that was used on My wife?"

"I'm sorry, Master, I left it in the bar."

"Justine, put a pair of cuffs on her wrists and fasten them to the back of her collar, then hobble her ankles with a twelve inch length oc chain."

"Gladly, Master," Justine sang out.

Nicole felt her arms being pulled up behind her neck as the cuffs were placed on her wrists, and then locked to the ring in the back of her collar. "Now go back out there and don't come back without My whip. However, to make it a bit more interesting, all you may say to anyone out there is, ' please give me the whip, I really need it.' Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master," she replied. And with that, Nicole walked back into the bar, naked, with her arms chained behind her head, and hobbled at the ankles.

When she reached the bar, she found an extremely obese woman handling the whip. Nicole said to her, "Please give me the whip, I really need it."

The woman turned and looked at the helpless slave. "What a filthy looking slut you are. How dare you disturb my birthday party like this. You want the whip? I'll gladly give it to you." And with that, she brought the whip down with all her weight across Nicole's breasts.

Nicole flinched, but she didn't scream, which further irritated the woman. "Oh," she said, "I guess you're accustomed to the whip." And she proceeded to rain a severe series of blows to Nicole's belly and breasts, until the fat woman was panting in exhaustion. When she stopped, Nicole's body was covered in welts, and the woman said, "Now you may have the whip. I'm sure someone else will take a turn with it."

"Thank you, my lady," Nicole replied, as she took the whip between her teeth and went back to the private dining room.

When she got back up on stage, Sir Damian said, "So I see someone made good sport of your condition, but believe Me, that's just a warm-up for what I have in mind. Justine, unchain her ankles and then put that four foot spreader on her, then chain her wrists to the rings in the floor."

"With pleasure, Master."

Justine lead Nicole to the middle of the stage where two large rings were bolted to the floor about four feet apart. Justine unlocked her wrists from behind her neck, bent her over at the waist, and then re-locked them into the rings. She then locked the spreader to the ankle cuffs.

"Now take the chain from the winch and put it on the spreader bar."

Justine was obviously experienced in the usage of this equipment, Nicole thought, as she went to a trap door in the stage and pushed a button that set an electric motor in gear, lowering a cable with a steel hook in it to the floor. When it was lowered enough, Justine put the hook into a hole in the middle of the bar. "Well Justine, what are you waiting for? You know what to do>"

"Thank You, Master," Justine smiled, as she pushed the button starting the winch pulling the spreader bar up towards the ceiling. Nicole finally realized what was going to happen, as the rising bar turned her upside down and began to stretch her taut between the rings in the floor and the bar. Justine didn't stop the winch until Nicole was whimpering from the burning in her shoulders and hips as she hung suspended upside down, with he arms and legs spread wide.

"Now, Justine," her Master spoke, " I think our first concern is that we need to find a new vase for the roses, since slave Nicole broke the last one. Give me three roses, please."

"Yes, Master," Justine said, as she picked up three long stems from the floor and handed them to her husband.

"The rose is truly a beautiful flower, don't you agree Nicole? I mean, it is such a study in contrasts. Not unlike the relationship between a Master and His slave. There is the unmatched beauty of the velvety petals and against the backdrop of the sharp and unforgiving thorns. Like the love of a slave for the pleasure and the pain.

"Sir Campbell, You are to be applauded for this beauty here. Her cunt is absolutely flawless. Especially with the hair missing, It makes her pouty little lips and pink little puckered ass all the more alluring. So, to further all of this beauty, lets ut these three roses in a new vase." And so saying, He slowly pushed the three thorny stems into her cunt. She moaned as the thorns first scratched then cut the delicate lips and then the walls of her vagina.

"Truly beautiful," He said, as He stood back to gaze at his handiwork. "Justine, I want three more, for this slave has another vase that needs to hold roses. He placed the ends of the stems against her tightly puckered anus and said, "What a pretty little bud vase." And he shoved the flowers into her ass with one frightening thrust.

Nicole screamed, wrenching at the chains as the thorns ripped into her ass. "Now lets see what kind of durability those two new vases have. Justine, give Me the rest of the roses." He took the remaining six roses and held them together in a bunch. "Are you ready, Nicole," He asked?

"As you command," she answered. And he began to flog her cunt and ass with the thorny stems, tearing at her skin and the inside of her thighs, her cunt lips and her asshole. Nicole's screams filled the room, as He didn't slow down or stop until the bundle of stems was broken. She continued to tear at her restraints, trying to escape the scorching pain that burned in her loins, but to no avail. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the blows stopped, and through the tears and sobs that echoed through the Ring, Nicole was able to muster a weak, "Thank.You.Master," as she passed out.

"Sir Campbell, a voiced commanded, "Please step to the stage with Me."

Sir Campbell rose from His chair and stepped to the stage. "My friends and colleagues," Sir Damian continued, "It is time for us to cast our vote as to whether or not Sir Campbell has proved himself worthy of membership in The Ring. All in favor of Sir Campbell's becoming a member, send Your slave to the stage. If You are opposed, keep Your slave with You."

The silence in the room was absolute, as slowly, one slave, Justine stood and walked to the stage. Then she was followed by another and another, until, at last, all eleven slaves stood around the unconscious form if Nicole, hanging yet in her bonds, blood dripping down her body to the floor.

"Well then, it is unanimous. Congratulations are certainly in order, Sir Michael, would you bestow the honors?"

"Of course," Sir Michael replied as he stepped on the stage carrying a purple leather box. "Slave Andrea, please hold Nicole still while I pierce her nose and place the ring."

When He was through, all of the Ring members stepped to the stage to congratulate Sir Campbell and see the newly placed brass ring in Nicole's bleeding nose. "Sir Campbell, did You bring someone with You this evening?"

"Yes, Sir Damian, Mistress Ilsa is with Me. You know her."

"Of course, very good. Mistress, we leave our slaves to You to tend to Sir Campbell's property. Will You see to her care?"

"I would be pleased to, Sir Damian," Ilsa replied, "and may I thank The Ring for allowing Me to witness this ceremony. It was truly beyond My expectations." And with that, the twelve members of The Ring left the room to celebrate their new brother.

"Justine," Ilsa commanded, "unchain Nicole."

"Yes, Mistress, " Justine answered.

When Nicole was lowered to the ground, she gained consciousness for a moment and recognized Mistress Ilsa's smiling face, as she was wrapped in a blanket and carried out to Sir Campbell's car.