Chapter 8: Jessica: Wednesday Week 3

Sandra and I know that Tessa is the real architect of our victory today. After our shameful loss on Sunday, and a lucky tied game on Monday, our fortunes have changed. The tie on Tuesday was mainly due to the hour lost when Tessa went missing. Despite the mistresses best efforts, they couldn’t recover the lost time. They pushed us hard to finish the tasks, but the time penalties were simply too much for them to achieve victory. Of course, at that time, we had no idea what Tessa had discovered. She was locked in a cell for eight hours, so by the time she was released the game was all but over.

Today was another matter. Armed with the information Tessa gained, we had a plan. But only five of us could be trusted with the secret knowledge Tessa acquired. Far too many of our number would reveal the information to the mistresses to protect their own interests. And if we intend to win the last two days of games, then keeping our secret from the mistresses is essential.

As to be expected, Tessa was watched like a hawk today. Like Sandra and me, she was locked in fetters the moment the game started. But the three of us were decoys, distracting the mistresses from watching Diana and Hazel who slipped away and returned unnoticed several times, firstly to disable the sensors and switch on the lights, and then to reactivate the sensor circuit so our win was registered on the panel in the dungeon. It took many hours to achieve, but the mistresses fell for our ruse.

“We need to do things differently tomorrow,” says Sandra. “The mistresses will be wondering why the panel suddenly had all lights registered at once. A simultaneous attack on all the target areas would be nearly impossible to achieve, so the mistresses might suspect some trickery with the sensors.”

“And we must be careful not to get sent to the dungeon,” says Tessa. “I thought the size of our punishments would reset at the start of each game, but that’s not happening. I’m up to sixteen hours in the cells or sixteen strikes of the slipper.”

“Yeah, my next punishment is twelve, and Sandra is up to twenty,” I reply. “And it doesn’t help that any time in the cells doesn’t end when the game is over. Getting caught towards the end of a game could mean that you miss the start of the next. Not to mention an uncomfortable night in the cell.”

“We could always forfeit points,” muses Sandra. “Even twenty points lost will be worthwhile if we can win fast enough.”

“Yes, but we can’t be sure how quickly we can win,” adds Tessa. “I suspect the mistresses will change tactics after our win today and start patrolling the target areas more frequently.”

None of us raise the issue that well over half of the slaves aren’t overly interested in winning a game. They are here to have fun, and they are perfectly content to follow the mistresses orders and keep out of trouble. The evening frolics in the dormitories suggests everyone is enjoying their time here, and the daily game is just an excuse for having a week of fun.

Rain starts to fall, so we conclude our meeting in ‘the hole’ and dash back inside. While I find the lack of active participation in the games by many of the slaves disappointing, at least Tessa, Sandra and I have acquired a fearsome reputation among the slaves here. Theoretically, all slaves are equal, but the three of us are treated with the sort of respect normally reserved for ladies and mistresses. Without asking, our names are suddenly omitted from the rosters allocating various cleaning duties in the slave quarters.

Tessa goes to take a shower, while Sandra and I put together some food. I’ve known Sandra for several years. We are close friends, but we both know that we’ll never be lovers. My feelings towards Tessa are very different. She was a stranger to me only a few days ago, and yet I feel that she and I are kindred spirits. She has some taboos about sex which we need to work on, but I admire her courage and determination. The way she has devoted her energies to helping our team win today’s game, speaks volumes about her commitment. I would like us to continue our relationship away from the island, but I’m not fooling myself about the difficulties that will present. We live and work hundreds of miles apart. My parents are dead, while Tessa’s parents constantly interfere in her life. And what happens when Tessa graduates next year. She’ll probably be in line for some fancy high paid job. I wouldn’t want to stand in the way of her career.

“Are you thinking about Tessa again?” asks Sandra.

“Yes,” I sigh. “I’m just making fanciful dreams of the future.”

“I suggest you tell her how you feel about her, and let her decide what she wants to do,” says Sandra. “For all you know, there may be hidden factors that make possible what seems impossible.”

“You are far too wise for your age,” I laugh.

“If I was wise, I wouldn’t be a slave in this tower,” replies Sandra.

“Yes you would. You enjoy this lifestyle. Admit it!”

“Hmm ... I confess that there’s one of the mistresses here whom I’d be happy to bury my tongue inside her cunt. She’s been regularly overseeing whichever coffle I’ve been assigned. I think she’s taken a fancy to me.”

“Which one? Have you spoken to each other? I mean, other than her issuing orders and you saying ‘Yes Madame’.”

“Mistress Brianna. And no, we haven’t had anything approaching a conversation. I wasn’t sure I was the one she is interested in until today.”

“Well, don’t take too long to make a move. We all go our separate ways on Saturday.”

“I’ll accept you advice if you heed your own words regarding Tessa,” says Sandra,

“What’s that regarding me?” asks Tessa, walking naked into our dormitory, fresh from the shower.

I stumble for words before confessing how I feel about Tessa. I brace myself for a rejection, but all I receive is a passionate hug and kiss.

“I’m not sure how we are going to manage it, but I’d like it if we can see each other afterwards,” whispers Tessa into my ear.

My heart misses a few beats and I draw Tessa onto my bed. She promptly lifts my skirt and buries her tongue deep inside my cunt. The slaves around us simply smile and leave us to our public display of indecency. I couldn’t be happier.

That night Tessa and I are never more than a few inches apart. I introduce her to anal sex by gently pushing my finger up her arse. She briefly goes rigid before relaxing and allowing me to continue. I’m not sure if she enjoys it, but apart from her initial reaction, she makes no effort to stop me. We don’t get more than a couple of hours sleep that night.

The usual routine is followed the next morning. At eight o’clock all the slaves are herded into a holding area and shackles are applied to the three of us who are still deemed ‘dangerous’ ... Tessa, Sandra, and me. I suspect that assessment has been influenced by information leaked by spies among our number. When we are fully restrained, there is an obvious change of tactics by the mistresses. The three of us in shackles aren’t tied in the rope coffles, but are marched away separately from the rest. Our destination is one of the themed rooms on level Basement One. This room is known as the Sheik’s Harem for obvious reasons. The mistresses normally reserve the pre-defined task in here until later in the game as the task usually takes several hours to complete ... longer if it’s to be completed by three shackled slaves. The mistresses have so far preferred to have the faster tasks completed first so that there’s a chance for a quick victory. It’s a tactic that worked on Sunday, but not since.

We are supervised by three mistresses, Mesdames Celia, Brianna and Lash. Devoting a fifth of their number to three slaves, means thinning the guard over everyone else. Hopefully Diana and Hazel can make good use of that since it appears we are going to be constantly supervised and kept well away from any target areas.

“Welcome to the Harem of Hell, slaves,” chortles Madame Celia.

“Don’t be so dramatic, Celia,” chides Madame Lash. “Let’s first explain to these slaves how their day is going to go. Kneel on the floor, slaves. Keep quiet and listen well.”

We obey, since refusal would have us sent to the dungeon, which I suspect would delight these mistresses.

“Your day is going to be unpleasant unless you choose to reveal how you won the game yesterday,” continues Madame Lash. “And don’t pretend that you three aren’t the architects of that victory. We have our spies in your midst who are only too happy to betray you. If you decide to be stubborn, then we will be pleased to test your endurance as you complete the task in this room. I presume you know what that task is? Personally I find the task perverted, but that’s probably fitting for you. Just remember that it can all end if you reveal what we want to know.”