She remembered dying: It was still clear in her mind. The van was filled with gaiety, alcohol and pot, all overpowered with a dense cloud of sexuality pulsing with desire, when in an instant it all changed. Sexuality became terror as the van left the road preceded by the sound of metal enmeshing with the guard rail. Laughter was replaced with screams as the van tumbled through the air. Alcohol and pot dulled her mind, banishing the chaos surrounding her as a scream welled up in her throat. As quickly as it had started, it ended with the deafening sound of metal in agony as the van impacted the bottom of the gorge, taking her life from her.

~*~

Life, death, Heaven, Hell, God, Satan...The words resounded in her mind like a mantra: Words rather than ideas. Having never thought of the words as real concepts before, they brought no memories; neither did they evoke any fear. The only memory she could find was of her death, being neither vivid nor clear it was certain. Being sure she was dead, the only wonder within her was how she remembered anything.

A nervous laughter arose in her mind as she realized she remembered her death yet had no memory of having lived. Maybe I'm not dead, she thought to herself. As soon as those words arose in her mind she recoiled as the thought assaulted her rationality. No: I'm dead. That thought shocked her even more, being clear, distinct and lucid unlike her memory which was in contrast unfocused, somewhat unreal, more dream like.

Lucidity brought with it logic: If I'm dead, I must have been alive. Searching with willful intent she could find no memories, not even her name, all that remained in her cognition was the wreck which ran through her mind like a repetitive loop, and the surety of her death. Thinking she should be afraid while intellectually wanting to scream she could find no emotion within her. Even as awareness faded there was no panic. Knowing she was dead, she was somewhat relieved, thinking she should fade from existence: It seemed right.

~*~

Intense blinding pain filled her body letting the scream that had welled up in her throat out of her mouth as another jolt of pain expanded into the remotest corners of her mind filling it completely. Still unaware of her own identity, the body she was in seemed somehow wrong. Again her mind contorted in harmony with her body as she screamed, pain filling every part of her. Panic filled her mind, fear took her sanity while terror took all rationality as she screamed hysterically unaware of who or where she was. Through it all there was only one thought: I'm dead. This can't be happening. I know I'm dead.

The droning chant filled her mind as consciousness expanded out from her, slowly bringing her world into focus. Lying on a cold stone altar, bound into place she strained to see in the dimly lit room. The pain this time came from a whip applied strongly to her upper thighs. Writhing in pain her scream was cut short with the forceful addition of a ball gag into her mouth. Within the chant was laughter, cold not warm. The whip fell in cadence to commands coming from a hooded figure as her hands and feet were released. The commands were spoken in a feminine voice while the harsh whip seemed to be wielded by a male hand. "Get up on your knees. Sit up straight. Bow your head. Hold your wrists behind your back."

Each biting slash of the whip brought forth a scream muted by the ball gag in her mouth, adding to the chant rather than interfering with it. Scrambling to obey her orders in complete submission to the voice commanding her, the room came slowly into focus becoming less dream-like, more real. Dim flickering candles and a dense cloud of intoxicating smoke from the brazier created an eerie environment but not unreal. Being surrounded by hooded figures chanting with power seemed familiar yet did not raise a memory.

There were memories in her mind however she was sure they were not her own. They belonged to someone named Ann. The memory of Ann's death was as vivid in her mind as her own. Having no time to think about it, her attention returned to her body as the whip kissed her harshly across her ass. "Listen carefully. The body you are in is not your body. Your body is dead. Obey me exactly and the body you are in will become yours... The memories you have are not your memories. Pay them no mind, they will soon fade"

Any attempt to make sense out of the words was interrupted by harsh irregular slashes of the whip as it laid new red stripes across her ass and thighs, bringing muted screams from her mouth. Hooded figures closed in around her filling the space with their chant while exploring her body intimately with their hands. The hands caressing her seemed to have their own life, not seeming to be connected to the chanting figures who owned them, raising her new body to arousal.

As if coming from a distance, the words were barely heard; however they were clear in her mind as the ball gag was removed and the chalice was pressed to her lips. "You are Alice. This is your memory. Drink it... Remember... Remember when the hands first touched you. Remember the party. Remember the lust. Remember being Alice, a little slut... You must retrieve your memories or you will fade with Ann's memories. Drink your memory or you will soon be as dead as your body.

Fear ruled her mind, bringing blind panic both wanting to scream and wanting to run. The memories in her mind clashed within her consciousness vying for acceptance. The memory in her mind of Ann's death was as real as the memory of her own. A shot of pain erupted on her body trying to enter her cognition. Experiencing the pain vicariously, arousal was now firmly within her cognition as moans of passion filled her mouth as well as her mind. For the first time she feared death. Fear melded with pain raising her arousal to lust.

The same way fear kept her hands clasped to her wrists in self-bondage; unfettered fear demanded she drink deeply from the offered cup. Laughter filled the room as the memory filled her mouth expanding into her mind like a cloud, ethereal rather than substantial.

Diabolic laughter faded into the laughter of gaiety surrounding her as she remembered. Bits and pieces of Ann's memories pulsed in and out of her consciousness as her memory became more real while Ann's memories became less real. Before they left completely she became aware Ann had not given up her body willingly. Her life was taken from her in a ritual on the altar Alice now knelt on as her memory expanded taking her back in time and space removing her awareness away from the ritual and the altar; however the sound of the chant went with her.

As her memory solidified around her the only connection she retained to the ritual and the altar was the chant, almost drowned out by the blaring rock and roll music filling the area around her. In her memory the bondage she was in was not self-maintained rather her hands were bound behind her back with a bright red silk scarf. Being led into the revelry by the leash attached to the wide sequined collar around her neck keeping her head high while her eyes lowered in submission.

The elaborate costume hid her face while displaying her body. The white gauzy dress barely covered her being thin enough to show her red garter belt while proudly displaying the dark mat of pubic hair as if there was no covering. Walking on her toes from the radical heels she wore, she was led through the merriment

As the memory became real, it expanded back in time allowing her to remember the circumstances of her bondage, having started when she pledged to the sorority. Aware of the sordid reputation of the sorority when she pledged and eager to experience defilement she removed her parent's imposed morality along with her dress. Naked before the sorority, in full submission she publicly knelt before Mistress Karen, kissing her shoes and accepting her as was her sponsor while promising to obey her completely.

Having served her mistress as maid and concubine through the first part of the school year, she was comfortable in her bondage. The Halloween costume party she was attending was her first public outing as a slave; although she was not comfortable in her public display, she was excited by it. Embarrassment colored her face while bringing her to full arousal, having never been as excited as she was now.

It was not as if she was a virgin, however she was not very experienced having lost her virginity by conscious decision at her high school graduation party. The fantasies of her coming of age had been much more exciting than the event itself, which was over almost before it began. Since she had pledged to the sorority her life was filled with erotic pleasures and duties. Karen sometimes used a strap-on but mostly called on her tongue. When she used the strap-on it was usually used for domination rather than seduction. Although she found the experiences pleasant, she was sure she was not a lesbian. Her fantasies, even when kneeling between her mistress' legs, were of submission to a strong man demanding her obedience.

All musing ended as she was led into the midst of the crowd, replaced with driving arousal as her body was assaulted by a myriad of hands. The crude public handling of her body brought embarrassment as well as arousal, raising her passion to lust. A cup of beer was placed to her lips by her mistress with a command. "Drink it all."

As the cup was tilted up she drank as fast as she could however the amber liquid came faster than she could consume it, spilling most of it onto her sheer dress which became transparent as it molded itself to her pert body. Her breasts were not large but were well formed and fully erect bringing her nipples to prominence. When the cup was removed from her lips, it was replaced by a harsh slap and glaring displeasure. "You spilled it. You are such a sloppy bitch. You can't do anything right. You're a sloppy bitch whore, aren't you?"

'Yes mistress. I am a sloppy bitch whore." The words were spoken clearly having learned the proper response well, taught by her mistress and the whip she used to enforce her commands.

"Whose sloppy bitch whore are you?

"I'm your sloppy bitch whore mistress."

Crude hands explored her body while beer was poured over her until the dress was fully wet and she was fully exposed. Her mistress's whip covered her ass with stinging lashes as anonymous hands raised her to a state of pure lust, bringing a song of passion from her lips while her hips rocked against the hands wanting more than caresses.

Beer and passion were forced onto her. The alcohol she consumed was reinforced by the fumes from her clothing taking her rationality from her. Becoming a feral beast, wishing her hands were free, she wanted to fondle those who fondled her. Unable to use her hands she fondled anything she could reach with her hips and her mouth.

Although her memory was vivid and clear it did not remove her from reality, being assaulted by the hands of the coven as she knelt on the altar in submission, covered with Ann's blood, filled with lust and the droning chant which now filled her mind as full as lust filled her body.

Alcohol intoxication in her memory was replaced by intoxication from the smoke filling the temple. As if the mistress of the ritual were involved in her memory, her whip echoed the whip in her memory in rhythm; however it was applied much harsher. A schizophrenic reality captured her mind pulsing from reality to memory while hands incessantly demanded her passion in both worlds.

Being pulled through the throng of revelers, she was handled casually as she passed. Wanting the hands to attend her more intimately, frustration arose in her mind taking the intensity of her arousal from her. Led up a small set of stairs onto a low stage she was knelt on the floor in a row of slaves. The deep kiss from her mistress was followed by harsh commands punctuated by a sharp slap to her face. "You had better win the contest bitch."

"Yes mistress," left her mouth by rote while strong hands removed the mask and then ripped the dress from her body leaving her naked before the cheering crowd.

A strong male voice filled the area around her as he spoke out in a loud voice to the crowd. "Ten little cock suckers in a row. Give them a hand. They'll entertain us tonight." The crowd noise expanded, as they yelled, whistled and hooted. When the crowd noise lowered the male voice continued. "Fifty dollars buys you a blow job by the whore of your choice. The money will go to the mistress of which ever whore drinks cum from the most erections. Blow jobs are all you get. We'll auction off the whore's little cunts latter. Step right up. Put your money in the jar and pick the whore of your choice. You have fifteen minutes."

Crude comments and fondling hands assaulted her while erections filled her mouth. Unable to use her hands, she was not able to modify the assault. Coughing and gagging between thrusts, the rape of her mouth lowered her arousal, while anonymous incessant hands returned it. The erections in her memory became more real as the coven filled her mouth with real erections covering her face with real cum. Before the contest was done all of the slaves on the stage were covered with cum while she knelt on the altar with cum dripping from her face onto her naked breasts, caressed by the chant which had lowered in volume but not in intensity.

The erection in her mouth exploded as the bell rang, ending the contest. The pulsing erection in her mouth was added to her total, while her closest competition was still working on the erection in her mouth, bringing her mistress victory and a smile as she scooped the money out of the jar, holding both hands filled with money high into the air while dancing a dance of victory, bringing the crowd alive with revelry and cheers.

In her memory she was led to the back of the stage to be washed, makeup redone and hair brushed. In the temple she was led from the altar to a small alcove to be cleaned by a naked slave while the hooded figure with the whip became a beautiful, fully mature woman in corset and heels with the removal of her robe. Laid back onto a low wide couch, almost a bed, she remained in self-bondage as the woman assaulted her senses with kisses and bites of passion as the coven continued to rise her passion with their hands.

The words were spoken into her mouth almost intimately. "Do you remember? You are such a slut."

"Yes mistress. I remember. I was a slut."

Biting her sharply on the neck her mistress spoke harshly without volume. "You are a slut. You were a slut then. You are a slut now. Whose slut are you?"

Lowering her eyes as she replied, a surge of arousal spread through her flushing her face while swelling her vagina. "I am your slut mistress."

Placing a goblet to her lips as she knelt beside her, the words from her mouth were as smooth as velvet caressing her mind as the hands of the coven continued to stimulate her body. "I have another memory for you Alice. Drink. Remember well my little pain princess. Drink or die."

Having no doubt her life depended on it she drank the draught offered to her, the hands sensuous caresses became instruments of pain, raising her passion to lust as the memory expanded into her mind. In her memory her hands were bound above her head as she perched on the edge of an armless reclining chair with her legs bound to the legs of the chair holding her open to the lusty gaze of the audience. The chair she was bound too was one of ten chairs set up across the stage. Each of the other pledges was bound in the same way. In her reality she was in the same position however her openness resulted from self-bondage commanded and enforced by the whip which was wielded harshly while the woman wielding it seduced her with kisses and caresses. The chant and the hands never stopped.

Raging with desire, little moans left her mouth as her hips rocked against the hands between her legs trying to capture them for her pleasure. Reality faded as her memory took her mind. The open display of her body brought her hips alive writhing in need as she whimpered. Only her mistress Karen standing next to her kept her from begging aloud for her violation.

The loud male voice addressed the audience. "It's time for the Pain Princess Contest." The roaring hooting crowd caused the emcee to pause waiting for the cheers to die down. "I'm sure you all remember last year's pledges. They all graduated. They are now full-fledged sorority sisters. Give them a hand as they come back to help us with the contest."

A line of young women stepped up onto the stage; all of them wore brief costumes, some of them quite lewd. Parading around the stage, they posed for the audience, kissing each other while fondling themselves, occasionally walking to the edge of the stage allowing the audience to fondle them, kissing them lewdly as they did. The energy of the crowd had become loud and rowdy when the emcee directed each woman to kneel before the bound woman from their sorority before returning his attention to the audience. "Simple rules: You supply the pain while the sisters on their knees supply the pleasure. When everyone has had their fun we'll vote, the winner's sorority takes it all."

When he had finished talking two young women entered the stage bringing the crowd alive. Their arms and legs were bound to each other with bright colored scarfs holding them close together, each one having one leg and one arm free. Naked except for panties and stockings held up with a garter belt, each one held a large glass jar in their free arm; one jar was filled the other one empty. "Give our Siamese twins a hand; they have the instruments of pain I know you'll buy."

The crowd noise drowned out the emcee as he led the bound women around the stage posing them while fondling them. When the crowd noise died down the emcee directed them off the stage as he continued. "Our twins have clothes pins in one jar. They cost twenty dollars apiece, six for a hundred. Put the money in the jar. When the clothes pins are gone and the money jar is full, the contest will begin. You will then come on stage to deliver pain to the whore of your choice. Be sure and check out the twins. They'll be auctioned off tonight with the rest of the little whores on stage."

The focus of the crowd shifted from the stage to the twins as they moved through the crowd collecting dollars and crude fondling as they were assaulted by the lust of the crowd. When they returned to the stage, the clothes pins were gone and the empty jar was now filled with money. "Let the contest begin."

Using her whip for stimulation Karen smiled with pleasure while the woman between her legs brought her passion up. Little shots of pain appeared across her body as the clothes pins were attached to her most sensitive places bringing sharp exclamations from her mouth melding with moans of pleasure, as the hands continued raising her arousal. Pain and pleasure melded together bringing her to a feral state of arousal. Using her whip to intensify her pleasure Karen spoke between kisses and lashes. "Sing for me. Sing like a whore in heat. Win the contest or I'll buy you tonight. Scream for the audience right now or you'll scream for me all night."

Fear engendered by her words combined with the pain across her body and the pleasure between her legs bringing her passion to lust as she screamed out her orgasm. Before it could die she rose up to another. The orgasms became one long orgasm filling her body, mind and mouth as she shrieked out her pleasure.

Reality and memory merged in the temple as she was covered with clothes pins and lust. The chant caressed her mind while the hands caressed her body. A hooded figure knelt between her legs bringing her to full arousal. Her new mistress captured her mouth filling it with lust and a lively tongue. Between kisses and lashes she cooed into her ear. "Alice you are such a slut. You are a little pain princess. Sing for me. Sing for the coven. You now belong to me."
Unable to retain her rationality she sang aloud for her mistress as her orgasms filled her mind and her body. Rising to full arousal she screamed out her pain and pleasure wanting only to please her mistress and retain her life. Falling back into the plush cushions exhaustion claimed her lucidity as she sank into sleep while her body shuddered with pleasure with each shot of pain as the clothes pins were removed one at a time.

~*~

Intense pain exploded in her mind as she was pulled from the bed by her hair onto her knees on the floor beside the bed. The words spoken to her were punctuated by the slash of the whip; hard enough to widen her eyes, but was not harsh enough to bring screams from her mouth. Struggling to raise to full consciousness she answered the questions coming to her without thought.

"What is your name?"

"Alice."

"Are you a slut whore?"

"Yes mistress I am a slut whore."

"Are you a pain princess?"

"Yes mistress I am a pain princess."

"Whose slut whore, pain princess are you?"

"I am your slut whore, pain princess mistress."

"You are also a dirty slut whore. Crawl to the bathroom. Wash yourself. Wash your dirty body. Fill your dirty mind with slutty thoughts. You will be open, wet and wild when you are done. I'll beat you bloody if you are not."

"Yes mistress," flowed from her mouth without thought. Crawling to the bathroom she felt her arousal rise. Relieving her urgent need on the toilet, she then slipped into the hot bath awaiting her, bringing her bruises alive. Pain and pleasure mixed together as she masturbated while remembering her public abuse. Ann's vivid memory of death filled with terror and pain tried to capture her mind however she did not allow it. With conscious intent she banished that memory from her mind while immersing herself in erotic sensations, singing out her orgasm while shuddering in her pleasure.

A naked servant in high heels appeared by the tub with a towel in her hand. With a bowed head she helped her out of the tub. "Your mistress waits for you at the table. She must not be kept waiting." Using the towel and her hands sensuously the servant brought her arousal up but did not allow her any relief. Raging with passion she was led naked to the table where her mistress sat having coffee. Without a word her mistress directed her to kneel beside her. Placing her hands in self-bondage she bowed her head waiting for her mistress to acknowledge her. As she waited her hips rocked wanting to masturbate she was constrained without words by her mistress' cold indifference. The chant still captured her consciousness, even though it was not heard; seeming to come from the room itself rather than from voices.

Although her arousal remained it became muted by hunger that arose within her, smelling the food she wanted only to eat. The rising hunger brought a memory of Ann's battle with food which had always a part of her consciousness. Becoming conscious of the body she now inhabited, no longer petit she was now voluptuous and knew she could in a short time become fat. Weight was never a problem for her in her own body however she knew it was a real issue in her new body.

Her musings came to a stop in an instant when the slap to her face, knocked her off her knees. As she rose back up onto her knees harsh words assaulted her. "Open your fucking legs bitch. You will never close your legs again." Before she could answer she was slapped again, sharply but with less force. "I didn't hear you thank me for the pain I gave you. It is food for a pain princess. You did enjoy it... didn't you?

"Yes mistress. Thank you for the pain. I did find pleasure in it." As she spoke the words, she flushed with arousal. The pain had not been pleasurable however submission to her mistress was both pleasurable and exciting. As she opened her legs she felt another flush of arousal while a memory belonging to Ann flashed through her mind, her public display had been naked on a small stage just before her murder. The rowdy cheering audience from Ann's memory brought the memory of the contests to her mind.

A full kiss followed by smooth words and a casual fondling of her full breasts ended the memory. "You look so hungry. I have a special breakfast for you today: High protein, low fat. You must work for your breakfast. It will be like a physical fitness program. You will look much better minus a few pounds." Before she could answer her head was turned and an erection filled her mouth. "You must enjoy your meal. Use your hands for your own pleasure. I'll spice up your meal."

Releasing her hands from bondage behind her back, caressing herself as she did, her self-imposed bondage now held her hands between her legs in bondage to her passion. Having no control over the erection in her mouth, she opened her mouth to his lust while opening her vagina to her practiced hands. Through it all the whip caressed her while the chant filled her mind even though her ears heard nothing but the sounds of lust.

As her passion rose to lust she assaulted the erection in her mouth, demanding his lust. As his lust rose he fucked her mouth for his own pleasure, caring nothing about her or her pleasure. Demanding her throat as well as her mouth, he fucked her deeply withdrawing only long enough for her to clear her throat before returning to his solo pleasure. Finding pleasure in her abuse and her submission, she found her orgasm as he found his; although neither one of them shared their pleasure.

When the erection left her mouth she wanted to sink into afterglow but was not allowed to have her pleasure as her mistress slapped her sharply. Without thought she spoke out in a loud voice as she straightened her posture and returned her hands into bondage behind her back. "Yes mistress. Thank you for my breakfast."

"You are such a messy eater. Clean up your mess. Use your tongue. Hurry: You have another memory to drink." Pulling her head up looking deeply into her eyes her inquiry was issued with smooth words that held a veiled threat, felt rather than heard. "You don't want to die... again... do you?"

Fear rose in her mind as the memory of her body's death filled her mind. "No mistress. Please mistress. I don't want to die." Released with a brief kiss she lowered her head licking up the semen and saliva from the floor while wiping it from her chest with her fingers delivering it to her mouth. When she was finished, before she could rise her mistress stepped up to her standing close. "Kiss my shoes. Call me mistress. You belong to me."

"Yes mistress," came from her mouth by rote, however the kisses to her mistress' shoes were delivered with devotion while her eyes pled with her for her life.

Taking the golden collar from her mistress' hand she knew she had no choice however she willingly placed it around her throat, sealing her fate with the solid click of the latch as she pressed it together. Smiling with pleasure, she held her head up as she rose up on her knees to receive the golden lock her mistress held in her hand. The click of the lock as it fastened onto the collar was not as loud however the sound filled her mind knowing she was now a slave. The final click denoting her new position in life was the sound of the golden leash as it was attached to her collar.

Looking wistfully at the table laden with food as she was led out of the room on her hands and knees, still feeling the pangs of hunger along with her arousal, she was now as hungry for sex as she was for food.

Entering the darkened temple she was assaulted by the intoxicating fumes and the intensity of the chant. Pulled roughly up onto her feet she was taken into an embrace by the hooded coven members one at a time. Passion and kisses were demanded from her as she lowered her head into each hood neither knowing nor caring if her kiss would be accepted by feminine lips or masculine ones. As she kissed each one, the hands brought her body to full arousal while her mistress used the whip feeding her pain to meld with her arousal.

With her nostrils flared and her heart beating rapidly she was led into a large darkened room. The harsh narrowly focused spot light lit the small stage in the center of the room. As she was led into the room the coven followed situating themselves around the room while filling it with the power of their chant. When they did the sparkling aura of sexuality filling the room became darker along with the mood of the audience.

As she was led to the stage she could see several large plush chairs placed around the room some with small tables filled with glasses sitting beside them. Unable to see the occupants of the chairs who were shrouded in shadows, she could see a naked slave kneeling beside each chair some of them preforming erotic services for the occupants. Led to the stage she was knelt onto a large scarlet red, velvet cushion the bright light taking the rest of the room from her awareness. With a lite kiss her mistress removed the leash then stepped out of the light.

From off stage her mistress' voice came to her, satin smooth dripping with seduction. "You must not forget you are Alice, but tonight you are my new whore: Ruby. You are here for the pleasure of my customers. I have your memory here. Do you want it? Will you be my whore; Ruby the red hot slut? Will you fuck my friends?" Stepping into the light she held the goblet in her hands. Humor tinted her commanding voice. "Beg bitch. Beg like a slut. Beg to me. Beg to my customers. Get your cunt hot while you do. Beg well or I'll pour your memory out and masturbate while I watch you die.

Fear and arousal fought for control of her mind as the words poured from her heart out her mouth. "Please mistress. Please let me live. I'll fuck every one of your customers. I'm such a slut. Beat my pain princess ass while I cum. Please mistress."

Looking out to the unseen audience her eyes sparkled with excitement as she flirted with her whole body while speaking aloud in a clear voice flavored with arousal. "I'm Ruby. I'm a cock sucking slut. I'll fuck you all so good." Caressing her open wet vagina as she spoke, the words came out in breathless gasps between shrieks of pleasure. "I'm so hot. I'm so fucking hot."

Turning her attention back to her mistress, her voice and her eyes pled with her. "Please mistress. Let me serve you. Please mistress, let me live. A loud diabolical laughter filled the room as she drank deeply from the cup offered to her. Becoming her memory as it expanded into her consciousness, at the same time she became Ruby the red hot whore, for her mistress' pleasure and profit.

As if she were two persons in the same body she tried to make sense of it all as her memory and her situation challenged each other to become her reality. Even more complexity entered her mind as Ann's memory rose to fullness bringing a sense of unreality to her. Even as the twin memories fought for her attention, her reality was firmly in her mind as her mistress walked around her using her whip harshly, speaking softly almost hypnotically, harmonizing with the droning chant. "Sing like a slut for my customers while you remember... Feel the pain. Turn it into lust... Everyone is watching you. Sing bitch. Sing like a whore."

The memory filled her mouth then rose into her mind taking reality from her, replacing it with the semi real memory of public humiliation, remembering being displayed for the crowd brought excitement to flavor her embarrassment, while Ann's memory brought fear into her mind. Embarrassment and fear intertwined, bringing her arousal to fruition. Rocking her hips as she masturbated she crooned out her pleasure heightened by the fear in her mind. The whip falling in irregular intervals brought her as much pleasure as pain, her new body finding pleasure in the pain. Immersed in pain and pleasure, reality faded into memory as if it were real.

As Ruby she attended to her mistress' pleasure and profit, she became Alice while Ann's memories continued to pulse in and out of her awareness. Paraded around the stage she was assaulted by a myriad of hands and a single whip which demanded her performance; seducing the crowd for her Mistress Karen's pleasure while bringing her arousal up for her own. The emcee's voice, although near, seemed to come from a distance. "Bid high, our annual Halloween auction is our biggest fund raiser of the year. Half of the money will go into each of the jars on stage. Our fraternity keeps one jar and the other jar goes to the sorority whose slave gets the highest price. Bid even higher for the twins. We keep all the money they earn. You get to keep the slave you purchase for the entire weekend. She'll clean your house, suck your cock and fuck your friends. Because Halloween is on Monday this year you will get to keep your slave an extra day. You'll be able to take them trick or treating."

The crowd noise rose and fell in waves as the pledges were auctioned off one at a time while the Siamese twins, being saved for the end of the auction, were under constant assault by the crowd while they waited. The hands were incessant in their fondling as they inspected the merchandise keeping her arousal full the same way the hands of the audience fondled her in her reality. Overriding it all was her new found fear of death, amplified and magnified by the haunting memory of Ann's death and the terror that came with it. Although the fear and terror of Ann's death was clear in her mind, the details and circumstances of her death were not.

The memories and the reality she found herself in swirled through her mind expanding in ever larger loops amplifying her fear which expanded to include the fear of her impending or actual insanity. As the morass of her thoughts challenged her mental stability, she withdrew from her new body dissipating as she drifting away. As her cognition faded, her mistress intruded into her reality with a sharp lash of her whip and even harsher demands of her voice. "Return to your memory or die. Do you want to live? ... Obey me or you will not survive. Live your memory; unless it becomes a part of you, death will be your only reality."

The intrusion of her mistress brought her consciousness back to reality. The hands assaulting her were invasive as well as stimulating bringing her arousal to the forefront of her cognition. Participation in her abuse was not optional as the hands and mouths in her memory demanded her passion raising it to lust.

Caught in the erotic splendor of her reality she returned her attention onto the audience, now closely surrounding her threatening to drown her in the pleasures of her defilement. Her mistress' voice was clear in her mind capturing her attention. "Let it happen. Do not get caught in this reality. Return to your memory. Become your memory. Live it or die."

With willful intent she returned to her memories bringing her cognition to the stage in her memory where she was being presented like a commodity. Remembering the first imaginings of her public display filled with submission and public display.

Reality faded while the memory became her reality even though she was aware of herself performing erotic services as Ruby for her mistress' profit and her pleasure. The sound of the emcee vanquished her reality, bringing her memory into a state of semi-reality. "Here she is gentlemen: The undisputed winner tonight. You can have this little pain princess and champion cock sucker for your own, for the entire weekend. Take her to the topless bar and she will earn your money back for you. Pimp her out. Share her with your friends. The bidding starts at a thousand dollars."

As the bidding started her mistress led her to the front of the stage placing her on her knees as she sat back in one of the armless chairs forcing her head between her legs speaking out loudly while she received her pleasure. "The little bitch also sucks pussy. She's quite talented. The women in your life will love her services. Bid high or I'll buy her. Her tongue is so nice."

With her memory clearly in the forefront of her mind, Ann's memory faded and with it her fear faded as well. Ecstasy ruled her mind taking all rational thought from her as memory and reality fought for her attention. Within her memory she was purchased and claimed on stage before the cheering audience, while in her reality she was assaulted by a myriad of hands, mouths, erections and wet vaginas.

While a single whip through its incessant caresses to her body brought pain without pleasure in her memory, several whips brought her pain and pleasure in her reality. As sensory input rose in waves, it all become too much for her as she lost consciousness while still screaming out her orgasm which had become a process rather than an event. As her consciousness left, she embraced her memory claiming it as her own.

~*~

Intense pain exploded in her mind as she was pulled from the bed by her hair onto her knees on the floor beside the bed. The words spoken to her were punctuated by the slash of the whip. Struggling to rise to full consciousness she answered the questions coming to her without thought; not sure wither she was experiencing her abuse in the present or it was a memory she was reliving.

"What is your name?"

"Alice."

"Are you a slut whore?"

"Yes mistress I am a slut whore."

"Are you a pain princess?"

"Yes mistress I am a pain princess."

"Whose slut whore, pain princess are you?"

"I am your slut whore, pain princess mistress."

Pulling her up high onto her knees, her mistress kissed her deeply while fondling her with gentle hands while her sharp nails delivered intense points of pain raising her arousal while bringing her to full consciousness. Breaking the kiss, her words were as gentle as her hands. "You're my dirty little whore slave. Go get clean and dressed. My maid will assist you. Obey her completely. Any failure will bring your death." Kissing her deeply she used her hands to bring caresses interspersed with sharp points of pain. When she broke the kiss she captured her eyes speaking with intent. "Maybe you would rather die than to be my dirty whore slave."

Fear of death being refreshed in her mind colored her words. "No mistress, please. I'm happy being your dirty whore slave.

Releasing her she spoke crisply without looking at her then turned crisply leaving the room. "Brunch is formal. You will be prim and proper for your presentation. If you act like a slut... murder will be our pleasure this afternoon."

When she had gone, the maid approached with a smile on her face and a whip in her hand. The brevity of her costume and the gold collar around her neck indicated servitude while the whip in her hand and the tone of her voice denoted authority, using the whip as harshly as her words. "Sit up straight. Bow your head. Put your hands behind your back. Hold your wrists." Not waiting for a reply she slapped her then squatted down facing her closely, words purred from her mouth while pleasure filled her face. "Answer me. Call me mistress. You will learn. You will have many teachers. You will call any woman who holds a whip Mistress, just as you will call any man who holds a whip Master." Standing up while looking down, her words were filled with contempt. "Kiss my shoes slave. Get used to it. You'll learn."

"Yes mistress," flowed from her mouth while tears flowed from her eyes as she lowered her head to the shiny red heels before her kissing them one at a time.

Turning crisply the maid spoke over her shoulder as she walked towards the bathroom. "Do not stand. Do not let your hands loose. Follow me."

Humiliated on the toilet then abused in the tub, she was unable to keep from crying while the fear expanding in her mind forced her obedience; fear having more effect on her than the whip. Her new body became aroused from the pain while submission excited her mind. Only the fear pulsing in her mind kept her arousal from turning to passion.
Ordered from the tub she was met by a young female slave holding a towel, dressed only in heels, stockings and a golden collar. In bondage to the maid's stern continence she allowed herself to be dried then walked to the vanity. Seated by the slave, her hair was done and her makeup skillfully applied while she listened to her orders with no thought in her mind but obedience. "Do not raise your eyes to anyone. Curtsy before everyone but the slaves. Eat or drink only what is given to you. When you are presented to the queen kneel before her. Bow fully so that your forehead touches the ground. Speak only when spoken to. Do not sit on your dress. Do not close your legs. You have only one job. You are to present yourself as obedient and available: Chaste not vulgar."

Looking in the mirror as the slave fussed over every detail of her appearance, she was pleasantly surprised at the beauty radiating out around her. The elaborate hairdo rose above her head baring her neck and face. Dressed in a pale rose colored dress embroidered with intricate designs, accentuated with tiny pearls, she looked like a debutant at her coming out party. Unlike a debutant she was subdued with her head lowered in a perfect picture of submission. The image returned by the mirror excited her bringing arousal to her body flavored by fear which owned her mind.

The aura of the room changed subtly when her mistress entered the room. Her rose colored dress was more elaborate than the one she wore although the muted color of the velvet dress accentuated her bright shiny dress as if her mistress were an accessory to her outfit. As both the maid and the slave dropped to their knees with bowed heads she was unsure what to do. Her indecision was cut short by the vicious slap to her face. The words from her mistress assaulted her as harshly as the slap. "Fucking bitch whore. You were given orders. Perhaps you do not know how to curtsy. You are such a dumb slut. Curtsy now."

"Yes mistress." fell from her mouth as she somewhat awkwardly curtsied before her mistress.

"That's better. It's a shame you are such a clumsy bitch. You had better get it together. If you displease the queen you will be dead before the meal is done."

"Yes mistress." The words came from her smoothly even though she trembled in her fear as her hips rocked unbidden while submission filled her mind. Wanting to please her mistress she was not sure how to do it. The fear her mistress engendered in her was amplified by the fear of the unknown as she tried to picture the queen in her mind but was unable to do so.

Led into the large room by her mistress holding the leash attached to her collar, everything in the room came to a stop as all eyes fastened onto her. The people in the room were all in full formal attire as they inspected her with eyes that seemed to cover and caress her. Without thought she curtsied before the room in obedience to her mistress and her orders. The hooded coven members were distributed around the room chanting almost subliminally. The sound they produced could almost not be heard however the power of their chant filled the room and her mind, seeming to caress her as she stood for inspection with her head lowered in a picture of perfect submission.

Calling a servant holding a tray of delicate stemware filled with sparkling wine, her mistress spoke softly for her ears alone. "Drink one, and then sip the second one while you follow me like a puppy."

Picking up one of the glasses she spoke softly before drinking the wine. "Yes mistress." Taking another drink from the tray after depositing the empty glass, she sipped the wine as she was lead through the crowd being displayed like a prize. The hands that fondled her were subtle rather than crude however the intimacy of their caresses brought her arousal to passion. Unable to dampen her arousal, her eyes flashed with excitement as she tried unsuccessfully to still her hips. Being sure her life was on the line she retained as much composure as she could manage. Fear and excitement merged bringing confusion to her mind.

When she was led into the large dining hall she was seated in a chair next to the head of the formally set table which was unoccupied. Remembering her orders she lifted her dress as she sat down on the cold seat. The guests filled the remaining seats with a minimum of talking, allowing the chant to gently permeate the room and her mind, seeming to subtly caress her as if it had hands. Even the formal nature of the room and its occupants failed to calm her arousal. Only fear and her orders kept her from caressing herself under the table. Feeling as if she were under inspection her face flushed, wishing the attention of the room would focus on something other than her.

As if in obedience to her wishes all eyes turned to the doorway as the occupants of the chairs rose in unison with the men bowing and the women curtsying before their queen. The woman in the doorway could not be seen being covered completely by her elaborate ebony gown, her face being hidden behind a sheer black veil. Although she could not be seen, her continence radiated out around her in an aura of calm control, not seen but fully evident.

As the queen walked from the doorway to the table, she moved slowly helped along with the use of a cane. The slow walk brought her age to the forefront of everyone's cognition. Being led by her mistress she was presented to the queen with soft words from her mistress' bowed head as she handed the leash to the queen. "As you have ordered mistress: She awaits your pleasure."

Fear filled her mind taking her arousal from her as she dropped to her knees, bending over bowing fully with her head touching the floor speaking softly as her heart pounded in her chest threatening to take her composure. "Yes mistress."

Pulling her up onto her knees the ancient hand covered with wrinkles and age spots stroked the side of her face. "You are quite beautiful. You will do nicely. Kiss my heels then we will dine."

Bending over she kissed each shiny black shoe, speaking in a soft voice before each kiss. "Yes mistress."

The soft voice and gentle hand calmed her somewhat but could not still her frantic heart. Leading her to the table the queen sat her at the table close to her. Lifting her dress she sat on the now warm chair arranging her dress to primly cover her and the chair. The queen did not speak to her through the meal however she caressed her arm at regular intervals. Trying to be calm had no effect on her as she tried to eat but was in actuality only playing with her food delivering tiny bites to her mouth while forcing herself to swallow the uninteresting food.

When the meal was finished, the queen rose from the table handing her mistress the leash with her commands. "Prepare her for the ceremony. She is so pretty. I am sure she will do well. That is if she does not die in the transition."

Curtsying to the queen, her mistress spoke with devotion and a bowed head. "Yes mistress."

Led from the room her mind swirled with excitement and fear as she was handled as if she did not exist while she was bathed than had her hair brushed and muted makeup was applied. Almost unable to breathe, she winched as the laces of her black corset were cinched tighter with each breath she took. Scarlet red silk stockings were held in place with garters leaving her bare from her waist to mid thighs. The radically tall black spiked heels made it quite difficult to retain her balance. As she was being attended to, the coven surrounded her filling her with the power of their chant while raising her arousal with incessant hands.

Submitting herself to each coven member she dipped her head into their cowls one at a time finding pleasure in the hidden kisses and intimate fondling. Raging with passion her eyes twinkled as she was lead from the room by her mistress with the coven following, caressing her with the power of the chant. Returned to the room she had performed in as Ruby, she was again knelt on the plush pillow on the small stage occupying the center of the room. The large chairs had been replaced by small tables and chairs scattered around the room lit by soft lighting. The spot light shining on her was not bright enough to mask the contents of the room. The audience was in a state of excitement that was evident by the activity level in the room. Slaves in various costumes and states of undress served their masters refreshment and sex in a variety of forms. As the chant intensified, the sounds of whips and the screams of pain and pleasure were added to it.

Kneeling before the audience, held in self-bondage, the aura of sexuality captured her mind filled with the driving chant raising her passion to lust while infusing the room with the carnality of power. Petting the side of her face her mistress purred her words into her ear as she handed her a silver chalice. "Drink my pretty little whore. Smile while you do. Drink it slowly. It tastes just like your life will taste if you do not please the queen."

The intensely bitter liquid expanded in her mouth filling her mind while bringing little shudders to her shoulders. The bitterness welled up tears in her eyes although she did not cry. Steeling herself she sipped some more of the liquid. It was just as harsh in her mouth but was not accompanied by the shock. Cold laughter erupted from her mistress before she spoke. "Drink the witches brew. Mandrake tea will send you flying. Separate your mind from your body. Give your body to the coven. Keep your mind on the queen. She now owns you. Bring her pleasure or you will die."

Sipping the bitter drink slowly, the atropine intoxication began before she had finished the tea. The spot light was extinguished bringing some relief from the harsh glare as her eyes were opened wide as the atropine cursed through her body however the dim room lighting now seemed as bright as the spotlight. When the empty chalice was taken from her, servants went through the room placing candles on the tables while the room lighting lowered then extinguished. The dim candle light was still bright in her eyes but was tolerable.

Reeling from the intoxication, colors within the room became brighter and more vivid, seeming to float around the objects holding them rather than be a part of them. The swirling colors seemed to enter her mind unconnected to anything, pulsing in rhythm to the chant that now permeated her reality in multi colored bands of dancing light. Along with the intoxication visions arose in her mind which seemed real leaving her without any idea what was real and what was hallucination.

Strong hands behind her pushed her forward. Releasing her hands from her personal bondage she found herself on her hands and knees facing her mistress who now knelt in the small stage with her face close to her. As her mistress kissed her gently an erection entered her bringing shock and pleasure into her mind. The swirling reality within her mind refused to separate hallucination from reality causing her to wonder if the erection was real or not. There was no doubt in her mind as to the reality of her lust as she pushed back against the erection in a state of feral excitement. Her vagina being as open as her eyes, fully aroused wet and wild filled with the force of her driving youthful sexuality.

"Kiss me... Kiss me as if I were the queen. Kiss me like you will kiss the queen when you are presented to her." The lust that captured her vagina rose into her mind as she kissed her mistress filled with the lust of feral copulation. Breaking the kiss her mistress slapped her issuing commands filled with evil intent. "Fucking bitch whore. That is not how you will kiss the queen. Keep your dirty lust where it belongs in your dirty cunt. Kiss the queen chastely like a virgin on her wedding night. Fill my mouth with gentle passion and devotion."

The driving force of the erection demanded her lust. Trying to separate her mouth from her vagina was not possible as her lips exuded the lust that filled her body when she kissed her mistress. The slap to her face brought her consciousness to the forefront of her mind; however the words that accompanied the slap were as gentle and soft as suede leather. "Kiss the queen like that and you will die in her arms. Do you want to die?"

Fear blossomed in her mind. The situation pulsed from reality to hallucination however the fear was as real as the situation she found herself in. "Please mistress. I don't want to die. Please." Capturing her mistress' lips she kissed her with gentle devotion, and when she did the lust in her body faded.

Stone cold displeasure filled her mistress face as she snarled out her commands. "Bitch. The queen demands your devotion and passion, the coven demands your lust. Leave your lust in your body while your mind remains pure."

The erection now pounded into her with enough force to bring her pain as it assaulted her, returning her lust. Fucking back against the erection she screamed out her pleasure as the erection pulsed deep in her vagina delivering pleasure and semen into the depths of her body. As her mind was captured by the lust her mistress slapped her again demanding her attention. "Your body belongs to the coven. Your mind belongs to the queen. Kiss me like a virgin. Learn or die."

Given no respite from her lust, the erection in her body was withdrawn to be replaced with a set of soft feminine lips and an active tongue demanding the return of her passion. There was no concept of reality within her mind as the intoxication and visions fought her rationality taking away all concept of reality from her. The gentle kiss from her mistress seemed alien to her as her vagina demanded her participation in the lust that almost owned her mind. Only her mistress' gentle kiss kept her rationality in place.

Divorcing herself from her body she raised visions of seduction in her mind, kissing her mistress with gentle devotion while her body continued to rage. Before the kiss was over the feral lust of her body rising to orgasm invaded the kiss bringing instant retribution from her mistress who stood up using her whip with force as she screamed down at her. "Bitch. Whore. You will not live through the night if you don't learn. Keep your dirty lust in your cunt where it belongs."

Dropping back onto her knees her mistress kissed her gently, purring out her words between kisses and gentle bites to her neck. "Seduce the queen with your chaste devotion while you fuck the coven like the dirty slut whore you are." As she spoke another erection filled her body while the chant rose in volume and intensity as she became separate from her body and her lust as she returned her mistress' kiss with gentle love and devotion even as her vagina filled with lust fucking back against the erection that filled her and threatened to take her mind into the swirling mass of emotions raising higher with each forceful thrust of the erection.

A schizophrenic reality arose in her mind as if she and her body were separate. Letting her body surrender to her lust, her reality became the gently passion of love and devotion as she kissed her mistress deeply without passion. As her mistress accepted her kiss she fondled her breast with caresses and sharp pain. The stimulation of the caress opened the door, allowing the lust in her body to enter the kiss bringing instant retribution from her mistress in the form of a slashing whip and harsh words. "You dirty little whore. You dare bring your dirty lust to the queen's mouth? I should kill you now before you defile our queen."

Fear expanded in her mind swelling larger than her lust and her devotion to the queen. "Please mistress. Please let me live. I want to live. I don't want to die. Please."

Returning to her knees she smiled sweetly capturing her mind while the erection captured her body. "It is hard. You will learn. I'll help you. Drink this memory. It's Ann's memory. It will be your memory if you do not learn."

Drinking deeply from the offered cup, fear rising to terror expanded in her mind tearing her sanity from her. As the memory expanded from her mouth to her mind she was sure she was no longer sane. The power of her orders, and the lust in her body competed with her and Ann's memories intertwining for a solid place in her cognition. The swirling morass of her emotions was echoed in the swirling mass of colors flowing into her mind through her wide open eyes. Hallucination, reality, devotion, and lust swirled through her mind, enveloping her with colors changing in constant rhythm of the chant, leaving unaware of reality either in time or space.

Pulled to her feet, the hands of the coven enveloped her as completely as their chant while her mistress enveloped her in her embrace demanding gentle devotion from her mouth. Tears of frustration filled her eyes flowing down her cheeks as she tried to keep her mind and body separate as well as the memories which fought each other for reality.

As she was led to the temple, Ann's memory pulsed in and out of existence bringing turmoil in her mind as the fear within Ann's memory rose higher with each step that brought her closer to the temple and her death. The memory of the death Ann had experienced merged with the impending death she was sure she was about to experience as the hands and the chant brought her lust to fullness killing her rationality as it did.

Lying on the altar filled with fear lust and pain she was no longer sure if she was Ann or Alice, or someone else. The tears flowed down her face while the blood flowed from her wrists when her mistress opened door to her death. Intimately reliving Ann's death she screamed in terror as the queen approached her. The chant was now a living force permeating the temple and her mind. The queen captured her mind calming it while the coven demanded lust from her body. The hypnotic bondage of the queen sparkling eyes embedded in an ancient face held her tightly removed completely from her body; her only desire was to kiss the queen in total devotion.

Freed from the constraints of lust, hallucination and memories, her only reality was the kiss she delivered to the queen in gentle devotion turning to love. Melding with the queen as they kissed, her consciousness intertwined with the queen's consciousness becoming one. Leaving her body behind, she merged with the queen as the kiss expanded in her mind leaving everything else behind.

When the kiss was broken she looked on in wonder at Ann's body through the queen's ancient eyes. Wonder and confusion filled her mind as her new reality expanded into her consciousness. The gentle kiss from Ann's lips brought her new reality into her mind as the mouth that was once her own now spoke sweetly to her. The intensity of the queen's continence filled with ancient knowledge radiated from her now young eyes. Wonder filled her mind as her mistress removed the collar from Ann's neck and placed it on her own. "I do hope you enjoy the twilight of your life in my old body. You will live a few years. Not many." Diabolic laughter filled the temple as the coven filled their queen's new body with love, devotion and lust.

Terror filled her mind, escaping from her mouth as a woeful poignant wail of fear, terror and sorrow filled the temple as well as her mind while young tears flowed down ancient cheeks.