Dear reader when we last left Marjorie things were going awry. Her dad was making more and more demands upon her and it seemed her deal with Satan was as poisoned as could be. In this final instalment, we will find out Marjorie's fate after she was foolish enough to deal with the devil.

Marjorie did as she was bid in a melancholy mood. That had backfired spectacularly. Her dad now had not only seen her privates but had seen a macro super close up of all her piercings down there too. Worse her dad was making it public to the world. Anyone who pointed their phone at her or a picture of her tattoos would have access to all the information they could desire.

After chatting with three clients she was surprised when the fourth signed off with a complimentary comment about her tattoos. She quickly clicked onto the company site to find a close up of her hip tattoo front and centre on the website bio on Slave Em. There was even a link to her registration profile to save folk the inconvenience of pointing their phones at the picture.

Following the link, Marjorie was horrified at the amount of new data entered by her dad. Numerous pictures of her in latex, bondage, gagged and the like had been uploaded. Even pictures that had been unused on the site as they did not clearly show the product had been used. While they did at least push the picture of her nethers off the front page, they left a trail of breadcrumbs so tasty they were hard to resist, with the honeypot waiting at the end as a reward.

So there it was. Satan's plan was getting more and more real. She had hoped for a light at the end of the tunnel. But it seemed that light was just a train coming towards her. She was now publicly marked as property. Her dad had taken the lie to the utter limit. Her likes and dislikes, her perceived skills and her image were on public display as she was named a thing, an object, property, her master's slave.

To her horror, a comment appeared at the bottom of her profile;

MistressSadie1985 Lucky enough to know this slave personally. Even more beautiful in the flesh. The pictures don't do her justice. She is utterly servile. Collared 24/7 and always dressed in fetish fashion. Rarely out of latex, always leashed in public this slave is a credit to her owner's training and discipline. Submissive to the core and destined to spend her life in a collar. Über jelly that her master collared her before I did. Sir, if you ever consider selling her...

Was that really Sadie? She clicked on the name to be taken to the owner's profile. Sadie was smiling out at her. No number, just a name, in her stats she was listed as the owner of a slave with a nine-digit number similar in format to hers. That linked to a profile page for Joanne. Similar details and pictures were provided to Marjorie's own profile. This was insane. Joanne had gone from fellow work colleague to sister slave in a matter of hours. How was this happening? Was this more of Satan's work. Was the Devil resting his thumb on the scales to ensure she remained collared?

She clicked back to her own page to see the added info entered by her dad. He too had a page of his own on which he proudly declared himself the owner of herself. She looked up to see her dad intently typing, ingrossed in the screen as he worked.

"Master?" He looked over at her.

"Isn't all this a bit much? Joanne and Sadie too?"

"I don't see why. Actually, I'm delighted at this turn of events. It seems Sadie is wasting no time with Joanne. I'll go down before the end of play today and ensure this is all consensual. But, if it is, I can see a path where we can take a back seat as the business grows."

"Yes, Master. But all this info about me you have posted..."

"Feeling exposed, slave?"

"Yes, Master."

"Hmm, I can't see a way past it as things stand. You don't object, do you? I really need you to be okay with this. However, if you say the word..."

"It's okay, Master. Totally on board. Umm, are there any shot's of me you need that you don't have?" The panic that overtook her when she nearly accidentally said no to her dad surged over her. Why did she keep doing this to herself?

"Actually, yes, girl. All the pictures I've posted so far are from studio shoots. I want some more candid shots, so people can see you really are collared all the time and not just during photo shoots. Get into the habit of taking selfies for a while. Show off your uniform, what you wear normally and that you do indeed wear latex and PVC out in public."

"Yes, Master," Marjorie smiled at her dad. Inside her heart sank further. Satan was winning this fight. Now she had to post selfies of herself in fetish outfits. All smiles and faked delight that she was dressed that way, and then send them to her dad. This was so fucked up.

The day dragged on. For a large part of the afternoon, her dad disappeared down to the shop floor. Clearly checking on the new relationship between Sadie and Joanne. There was a brief lull in callers and Marjorie used the time to take a few selfies of herself at work. She ensured the gleaming steel collar was clearly visible to appease her dad.

Marjorie sat quietly and fidgeted with the ring on her collar during the ride home. The next hurdle she had to overcome was Sadie's order and getting her dad to play ball while she worked within the parameters those orders enforced.

Arriving home she rushed upstairs as if to change into her maid uniform before cooking dinner. Figuring it was within the brief given by Sadie, Marjorie made her way back downstairs as naked as she could manage. Which was to say she wore nothing but her collar and the chastity belt. It was the first time her dad would have seen her nude in the flesh. But given the pictures he had been working with all day, Marjorie genuinely did not see the point in pretending she had any modesty left.

She walked into the lounge declaring out loud, "Master, I've made a terrible mistake."

"Jesus, you're naked, girl."

"Actually, I'm not, Master," she replied. "I'm wearing a chastity belt and Sadie has the keys."

"How come you are still in the belt, and why is that a terrible mistake?" Asked her father who, despite his protestations, had not looked away from his daughter."

"Sadie kept me in it in case there was a need to reshoot any pictures, Master. Sadie will expect you to call her and demand the key straight away."

"So? Why is that terrible?"

"She may use the opportunity to look for pointers on keeping a slave, Master. Perhaps have you demonstrate with me?"

"I don't see why. She seemed very comfortable with Joanne this afternoon."

"Perhaps I'm being paranoid, Master."

"Even if you are not, we have a playroom I can use."

"Master, I don't want to be whipped, though at this point it looks inevitable."

"I guess you should not have kept the belt on then, girl. Why on earth did you?"

"I didn't intend to, Master. I planned to ask Sadie to unlock me near the end of the day. But I got so used to it being there and simply forgot. It wasn't until I went to change just now that I realised."

"It's that comfy?"

"Actually, Master, it is not. But I honestly cannot remember the last time my clothes were comfy. I'm usually being cut in half by a corset or bound in a stress position by some leather restraint. I got used to it was all. It's actually pretty uncomfortable."

"Well, I will call the woman after dinner. Now, why did you not cover yourself before coming down?"

"Honestly, Master, I just didn't see the point. I've given you so many bed baths in the past I know what you look like naked. You've been looking at pictures of my tits and twat all day. I figured telling you straight away was more important than covering over something you have already seen." Also, I'm under orders to ensure you are tipsy and horny, she continued silently in her head. Which is why I'm really not going to enjoy what I'm about to suggest.

"Master, may I make a suggestion?"

"Go on, girl."

"Master, you are going to want access to the belt when Sadie arrives. Given the way she conducted the shoot earlier, she is bound to be curious about our lifestyle. May I suggest I just dress in latex stockings and gloves this evening. Also, as much as I don't want to be whipped, it would look realistic if I am showing several fresh welts. It would be expected that you would punish me for getting your slave's pussy locked away from you."

"Shit... That actually makes sense. Daughter, I'll ream her out tomorrow for not releasing you. I don't care if she becomes suspicious."

"Master, please. I've worn this fucking collar and dressed in these gimpy clothes for months. I call you Master and have learned to enjoy being your slave of sorts. Don't throw it away now because you don't want to see me naked or flog me. I'd prefer you did those things rather than make everything we have done so far be for nothing."

"You want me to do this?" As he asked his crotch betrayed his true feelings. A sight Marjorie was actually pleased to note. She was perilously close to denying her Master by arguing with him this way. Silently in her own head but yet behind an expressionless face, Marjorie yelled, "No, of course not. But I don't want to go to Hell either."

Out loud she continued, "Master, it's my mistake, so a beating seems fair on one level. Plus I'd rather Sadie was kept ignorant rather than have to field difficult questions. So, yes, after dinner could you flog me please, Master?"

"Fuck! Hmm, well, just remember you asked. I don't want you throwing this back at me later."

"Of course not, Master," she beamed smiling. Hiding her fury that it was his decision to start this business, use her as the model and pass her off as a slave, that had landed her in this situation.

Dear reader, Marjorie did not consider it was her own selfish desire to be beautiful, or the poor bargain she had struck, that had contributed in any way to her present situation. Her heart was full of anger as she slid on the stockings and gloves. A rage that continued as she buckled on both wrist and ankle cuffs with which to secure her later. I did not abate as she prepared her father's meal. Though she showed no trace as she served him his food.

"What's with the tumbler?" Asked her dad as he started eating. The tumbler he referred to held a large whiskey and two cubes of ice.

"I.. I though a bit of... well, not Dutch courage... but... something to take the edge off... off later, Master."

"Oh, I see. Umm... yeah, probably a good idea, Marjorie." The smile he flashed at her bordered on a grimace.

He ate in silence but quickly emptied the glass. She had served him two more before the meal was finished. He clearly was appreciating looking at his daughter's bare chest, even making small talk about the rings in her nipples. However, once she had cleared away the crockery he wasted no time ordering her upstairs for her flogging. She found herself strung up, and stretched out in the playroom in a position reminiscent of the fate that awaited her in Hell, were she to break her word with Satan. Her father did not sew her lips together but secured a harness ballgag over her head, drool ran freely down her chest. Her dad used a soft flogger at first, throwing it to the floor in disgust when it did nothing but redden her backside. After that, he selected a riding crop. He was vicious. Multiple blows rained down hard and Marjorie was soon sobbing uncontrollably into the large ballgag feeling betrayed that her own dad would treat her so.

When he finished he simply marched from the room. Leaving her hanging by her arms weeping in pain and misery.

She had been left like that for about an hour when she heard people climbing the stairs. She heard Sadie's voice first.

"I must confess I'm surprised at the modest size of your home."

"I can afford a larger one now. But when I started the business things were pretty tight. Since then we've... Sorry, I've been too busy to think about it."

The door to the playroom opened.

"Oh my, did I really cause that?"

"No Sadie, I punished her for not asking you to remove it before coming home. This is not your fault."

"Still, it's clear you were angry."

"Hmm, the key."

"Oh, of course... here."

"Thank you." Footsteps approached and her father came into view. Ignoring her despairing gaze he concentrated on unlocking the belt. Unlocked, he removed it and left her field of vision.

"I was wondering," started Sadie, "I didn't really get much of a chance to examine it earlier. Can I have a closer look at her identity tag?"

"Sure, why not? Go ahead."

"Thank you." Sadie did look her in the eye. But she smirked as she did so. She was dressed in a latex cheongsam, her hair up and held in place with chopsticks. While clearly not Chinese, on Sadie's waif-like frame, the look worked.

The woman squatted down in front of the bound slave. Marjorie gave an involuntary gasp as she felt the tag being gently pulled.

"Wow, you've had her heavily pierced. It looks magnificent. I'm inspired to modify Joanne to match."

"Really? You two seem to be moving very fast."

"She confessed to me she's been dripping wet at the sight of your slave since her first day at the company. You marching your girl in on a leash. Apparently, it was an epiphany for her. She just knew she had to be collared. She'd been building up the courage to ask you if you'd like a second slave. Lucky for me that I got there first. Anyway, it's her doing all the pushing. I'm the one holding her back. If she got her way I'd have her welded into irons and kept at home just for sex."

"I hope you're not entertaining that. She's needed at work... I mean she's a valuable member of the team."

"Don't panic. I'm getting far more satisfaction apeing you. I enjoy humiliating her in public. Parading her on a leash. I walked her back to her own home dressed in rubber to get her essentials. Should have seen the face of her neighbour. He was mowing his front lawn. Just stood there staring with his mouth agape catching flies. Was still there when I marched her back out. So I had her hand over her door key to me and then crawl on her knees back to the car."

"Where is she now?"

"Outside in the trunk, suitably gimped up and bound."

"Her idea?"

"Not entirely. I got her home and asked her where she hoped this would go. She was unequivocal in her response. She absolutely one hundred per cent wanted to be a slave. Not a submissive. She didn't want role play. She didn't want limits or safewords. She wanted to be owned and nothing else would do. Looked me straight in the eye and said if that was too hardcore for me to let her go so she could come to beg you to enslave her."

"Wow!"

"Apparently she's been fantasising nonstop since she saw the pair of you interact. The more she found out about how you lived your lives the more she wanted it."

"Even without trying it out first? That's crazy. What if the reality didn't match up to expectations."

"Reality is a bitch isn't she," responded Sadie as she casually slid two fingers into Marjorie's pussy. "Tell me, the flogging you just gave your slave, was it meant as a punishment?"

"Yes, why?"

"She's dripping wet is all. Seems like all it did was arouse her."

"Which is why I left her hanging there unsatisfied."

"You had to. She was belted."

"Yet when you arrived I removed the belt but left her there. You're the one sticking things in her, not me."

"You don't seem to mind me treating her this way. Not if that bulge in your pants is any indicator."

"There are other holes on a slave to use when it is being chastised."

"I'm sure, sir. I have a remedy to that bulge that does not involve your slave at all."

"Oh?"

"She's out in the trunk of the car." Sadie withdrew her fingers and stood. Wiping her fingers clean on Marjorie's upper lip she smiled coyly at the slave's supposed owner. "Shall we go bring her in to play with?"

The pair left the room and a disconsolate Marjorie. She knew she ought to be happy at the developments. She had tried her best to follow both sets of orders and it seemed things were going to plan. Yet she was sore and aching. Her shoulders were on fire and all she could smell was her own sex. She had not expected her dad to leave her bound like this. Chained helpless she was unable to influence the proceedings.

She was also conflicted about her own reaction to the flogging she had received. She really was highly aroused and extremely frustrated. Yet it had been her dad whipping her. She'd gotten lost in the pain. She just wanted to fuck. But she didn't want it to be her own dad who did the deed.

So now she hung limp in her chains. A slave for real, for all practical purpose. The collar never came off. She was always dressed for sex. She followed the orders of her superiors to the letter. Endured the whip, yet never fucked. The cruellest of ironies. A sex slave that never had sex. If Lucifer had planned this he was a grade 'A' cunt and that was a fact.

When Sadie had fingered her she had for a brief moment hoped for some sexual relief. Yet even a paltry fingering was denied her. They had gone to get Joanne. Perhaps they would return? Would Sadie fuck her dad? If she did what did that mean long term? Everything was changing. Yet she was chained-up alone, unable to effect or steer events.

Dear reader, poor Marjorie was left alone for two hours before she was once more incorporated in the games that were being played. Sadie strutted into the room, trailing a crawling Joanne by a leash attached to a tall posture collar. Both women were dressed in latex. Though Sadie wore only a pair of latex stockings, while her slave was totally enclosed in glossy black rubber.

Sadie stalked slowly around Marjorie, the smirk on her face seemed to hint things had gone as planned. She drank in the sight of the bound girl. Reaching up to stroke her a couple of times.

"Comfey, slave?" She inquired rhetorically, the gag precluding an answer. "Your Master will join us soon. While we've been having lots of fun without you, I thought it only fair you be allowed to join in."

Sadie ordered Joanne to kneel in front of Marjorie. Dropping the leash she commanded her slave to eat out Marjorie's pussy. But admonished her to do so slowly and under no circumstances were either of the two slaves to cum.

It was almost instantly too much for Marjorie. Jo's tongue seemed charged with electricity and the subtlest of moves disturbed the chain and tag hanging from her clitoral hood. Marjorie screwed her eyes shut and attempted to think of anything else. Her fear of what Sadie may do to punish her, if she came, very real. Desperately Marjorie tried to distract herself concentrating on her fears for the immediate future and what Sadie may be plotting next.

The sound of scraping furniture prompted the tormented slave to open her eyes. Sadie was dragging the flogging horse across the room. On top of it were ring gags, rope, armbinders and worryingly two anal hooks.

Jo was ordered to cease her ministrations as the low bench was placed in front of Marjorie. She was unsure how she felt about this. In truth, she had enjoyed the girl's tongue but she was relieved she no longer had to distract herself. Then again it would have been nice to be allowed to climax.

Sadie then set about repositioning Marjorie using the horse. Her arms were released but her legs were not. The ball gag was replaced with one of the ring gags and her arms were rebound in an armbinder behind her back. Sadie was revealing herself as a particularly cruel Mistress, drawing the laces tight and crushing her elbows into each other.

With Marjorie's forearms welded together, the dominatrix smartly lifted the bound girl's arms up. This forced her to bend at the waist over the flogging horse. Doubtless using the ring in the tip of the armbinder, Sadie secured the device to one of the many hooks and rings her father had installed in the ceiling. Marjorie's shoulders burned anew. Having become accustomed to being pulled one way they now suffered as they were twisted and pulled in another.

The final ignominy was the insertion of the anal hook. Marjorie grunted as the implement was pushed into place. Then wailed in humiliation and despair as it was tied to the back of the head harness that held the gag in place. Her anus plugged with the hook she was now bound in such a way that both her mouth and cunt were presented for anyone to use.

Sadie then set about binding Joanne in exactly the same fashion as Marjorie. Only facing the other way across the horse so that Marjorie's mouth was presented next to Jo's pussy and Jo's ring gagged mouth was offered up next to Marjorie's dripping quim.

Sadie then took great delight in strapping on a dildo in front of Marjorie. However just as she had the harness adjusted to her satisfaction Marjorie heard her dad enter the room from behind her.

"What's going on here, Sadie," he asked.

"Ah, lover, I thought we could have a little competition."

"How so?"

"Well, as you can see I have the girls bound and ready to please. Pick a girl, it's your choice. Use either, I don't mind if you want to use mine. The slave that cums first is declared the loser. She can then be locked in a chastity belt for a fortnight. The winner can be then taken over the finish line by us both."

"So let me get this clear. If I pick Jo, you'll fuck Marge. If Marge cums first she must wear a belt for two weeks or Jo if she climaxes first?" Marjorie was not sure but her dad's words seemed a little more slurred than before. Was he drunk? Either way, it was clear she had to come first. Her best option going forward to involve some sort of incestuous encounter was to be locked in chastity for a while.

"That's the size of it. Which one do you want?"

"Yours... Jo that is. She's gotta be wound after all that in the bedroom. Besides I don't want mine locked up that long..."

"Okay," smirked Sadie, "if Marge cums first I'll make it up to you by offering up my own quim when you need pussy. You can't say fairer than that. When you're ready, big boy."

Marjorie watched as her dad came into view. He was naked and very erect. This seemed all so wrong. Why had he not seen her on her way? Why was he playing these games? Her dad took Jo by the hips. He looked unsteady on his feet. How drunk was he?

Sadie presented the tip of her dildo to Marjorie's ring gagged mouth. That's not fair, thought Marjorie. How the Hell was she supposed to cum from being skull fucked by a dildo?

Her dad started fucking Jo and as soon as he did Sadie rammed the dildo in Marjorie's mouth. Thoughts of win or lose were quickly forgotten, as she struggled to breathe around the huge rubber intruder. She gagged and slobbered, retching as it hit the back of her throat.

"Swallow you dumb fuck," admonished Sadie slapping her hard across the face. "What kind of slave are you that you can't deep throat?"

Marjorie writhed in her bonds but there was very little slack. Bucking her head only yanked the hook in her anus and her arms and legs were securely bound. Sadie rammed in once more and this time Marjorie managed to swallow the shaft. This stopped her retching but now she could not breathe. Mercifully Sadie withdrew giving the bound girl time to draw a breath before her mouth was impaled once more. So it continued with Sadie taking hold of Marjorie's hair as she thrust with her hips.

Abruptly the skull fucking stopped as Sadie declared, "Time to ream out your cunt now slave, now you've lubed up my shaft."

However, Sadie had thrust into Marjorie's pussy no more than three times before she became aware of trembling next to her accompanied by a keening wail from out of Jo's gagged mouth.

"Fuck!" Exclaimed Sadie as the gimped up girl dissolved into a quivering latex mess in the throes of a powerful orgasm. "Well, sir, you have clearly won. Clean your cock in Marge's mouth while I see how quickly I can get her there."

Marge stared in fascinated horror as her dad wordlessly withdrew from the sopping pussy and after a step to his right thrust his cock deep in his daughter's mouth. Internally Marjorie collapsed. The invisible line in the sand had been crossed. With as little drama as you could imagine. No fanfare, no objections from her dad, no stalling or excuses as to why he didn't want to. Tears welled up in Marjorie's eyes and the world became a blurry nightmare as the two rammed into her bizarrely in time.

Her dad was fucking her mouth. The taste of Jo's juices and her dad's precum mixed in with her own saliva. Practised now from Sadie's harsh lesson, she reflexively swallowed as he thrust deep into her. The pounding continued for some time, but Marjorie was numb to the physical abuse. She was lost in the nightmare the Devil himself had clearly planned for her.

A stinging slap to her backside brought her back to the hear and now. Both had withdrawn and seemed to be swapping ends. "You know you can cum now you dizzy idiot," Sadie informed. "You've won, it's Jo who spends two weeks in a belt. It's your own Master's cock in your cunt now slut. If you were saving yourself for him you can let go, Bitch."

Sadie thrust into her mouth once again. But Marjorie was only aware of the heat of her dad's cock as he slid into her. The last bridge was burnt. Nothing stood in the way of her dad keeping her in bondage for life. His own sex slave. His own daughter. The need to dodge and manipulate was gone. It could get no worse. She was now, in reality, her own dad's sex slave. Sadie's plotting had taken him over the edge. Whatever resistance he had had she had pulled down. It was easy now. All she had to do was obey. She no longer had a dad. All she had was a Master because all she was was a slave.

Just as she thought these thoughts her Master reached down and took the chain attached to her hood between finger and thumb. Clicking a nail over each link as it slid between he pulled down towards the tag. Her body betrayed her. While her mind railed at the injustice her limbs trembled and shook in their bonds. Her mouth plugged by Sadie's rubber cock she mutely writhed as her dad ejaculated deep within her.

Dear reader, if you are dismayed at the turn of these events pray gird yourself, for Marjorie's lot does not improve. Both spent, the slaves were left bound, while the dominant couple departed to clean themselves up. When they return Joanne is stripped of her latex skin and duly locked into the chastity belt so recently removed from Marjorie. It ought not to have fitted, but the girls must have been more similar than they knew, as while snug it certainly performed its function. The four then retired to Masters bedroom. The slaves were allowed to snuggle together in the duvet at the foot of the bed. Albeit both tethered by chains locked to their collars.

Sadie and her new lover retired to the bed. The slaves listened to the pair make love before silence descended. Marjorie contemplated the turn of events. Her dad had fucked her. There was nothing she could do about it. To deny him anything he wanted was to condemn herself to Hell. She considered the fate Satan had shown her. What would it be like to face such a fate for eternity? Would you go mad? Would you become inured to the pain? Could it be that after two or three thousand repetitions some masochistic pleasure could be found?

"I hope you appreciate what I did for you?" Joanne whispered faintly into her ear.

"I'm sorry what?" Marjorie murmured back.

"Mistress told me to hold out until you came first. She wanted you belted so she would have Master for herself. I'm going to catch hell for coming so soon."

"Why did you disobey?"

"Mistress doesn't need my cunt, just my tongue. Your Master must surely prefer your pussy. Plus I want to be in your good books too... sister?"

Marjorie almost laughed out loud at the twisted logic that had sealed her fate. Jo had thought she was doing her a favour by coming first. Keeping Marjorie out of the chastity belt and hopefully earning her trust. Yet that very action had prompted her father's incestuous rape of his daughter.

"Sister?" She asked.

"Can I call you that, Marge? Sister. Like we are sister slaves now."

"Sure, why not?" Whispered Marjorie fatalistically. In the nihilistic mood she was in now she felt that resisting anything was futile. There were no choices. Her fate was sealed. Satan had seen to that.

The morning came around all too soon. The slaves were unlocked and ordered to prepare breakfast. They returned to the room bearing trays to find their owners fucking furiously. To Marjorie's dismay, both she and her new sister were set to licking clean their respective owner's genitals as their owners ate the proffered food.

Once the food was consumed they took turns in the shower while the slaves were sent to feed themselves. Then shower and dress. Both slaves were dressed alike in catsuits. Marjorie was surprised how little the belt showed under Jo's rubber skin.

They drove to work in separate cars and Marjorie found herself alone with her dad at last.

"Is this my life now, Master?" She inquired.

Her dad looked over at her. "I think so, yes, slave."

"I'm no longer your daughter?"

"I know this may seem harsh, but it was you who said you liked being my slave. I was torn and I'll admit it. You have so much of your mother about you. You are so damn submissive and compliant. You never say 'no' or 'you don't want to.' You look fucking stunning in the fetish gear. It was getting harder and harder to resist. Then Sadie made up my mind for me. Backing out at that point would have seemed insane. By that point, if our secret had come out it would have destroyed us. So to answer your question... No, you are not my daughter. Or at least I'll not be treating you as such from now on. You are indeed my slave. Further, you will never admit or claim that you are or once were my daughter. Is that clear, slave?"

"Yes, Master," answered Marjorie flatly, tears running down her cheeks.

"I'll have your cooperation on this?"

"Your secret is safe, Master. I am your slave. Your willing, obedient, no limit slave. I swear now I will obey your every command. I will deny you nothing it is within my ability to give you. You may keep me collared for life. I will take your secret to my own grave even should you pass first."

"Good enough. Let's be getting to work, Sadie will wonder what has happened to us." He started the car and set off.

"Master, will Sadie be moving in with us?"

"In time, I hope so. But I'm of a mind we need a new larger home."

"I see, Master." Marjorie tried her last gambit, a play for freedom. "Master, if you have access to Sadie and Jo you don't need me. You could release me. That way you don't have to worry about people finding out our incestuous secret."

"No. I'm not letting you go. You are a liability, so I'll be keeping you close where I can keep control of you. As I said it may seem harsh. I didn't plan it this way but it has to be like this going forward. Now that's the last I want to hear from you on this subject, slave. You are my willing no limit slave and you will behave like it from now on. Is that clear?"

"Oh, yes, Master." Enthused Marjorie, "I'm so lucky to be your slave. I will try so hard to make you happy, and glad you own me."

"Good girl."



Dear reader, we could leave Marjorie's tale here. With her Master's last command her fate was sealed. A sobering tale of hubris that anyone should be so foolish as to deal with the devil. From that day on, regardless of how she actually felt, she was keen, obedient and totally submissive. But there is more to tell for her life of slavery had only just begun.

In time her father turned master married Sadie. The business grew and became a household name for kinky sex toys and clothing. Shrewd with his profits Marjorie's owner diversified into property and then invested in the stock market. Within five years he was a millionaire. Three more saw him become a multi-millionaire.

Three years into the marriage Sadie gave birth to a baby girl called Cynthia. A girl that was homeschooled by a governess and waited upon hand and foot by two latex clad maids.

By the time Marjorie had been collared for ten years, she had learnt to accept her lot in life. She had gone through stages, similar to grief, and arrived at acceptance. She knew now she would never be anything but a slave. A sex toy at best and a drudge the rest of the time.

When Cynthia turned eighteen she was quietly given permission to use the slaves sexually. Jo was looking every bit of her forty years but Marge was still looking like she was in her twenties. Cynthia became obsessed with the slave, taking her to her bed, or the dungeon in the cellar, to torture and fuck almost continuously.

On Cynthia's twenty-first Birthday her dad made a big show of gifting Marjorie to her. On the understanding, she was never to free the slave. Marjorie was ambivalent about the transfer until her Master turned to her and said, "Slave I order you to serve little Cyn as faithfully and obediently as you have me. You will deny her nothing and give her your best for as long as you live, and if in time she sells or gives you to someone else, I want you to serve them just as you would me. In fact, no matter who owns you in the future I want you to serve them just as you have me. Is that clear?" With those words, Marjorie knew freedom would not come with her father's death. His orders would live on beyond the grave. She was enslaved for life.

Cynthia kept Marjorie in a cage at the bottom of her bed. If possible she was a more ardent latex fetishist than her dad and a far crueller dominatrix. Through her twenties and early thirties, Cynthia carved a reputation amongst the jet-set and idle rich as that of a hedonist and sadistic Mistress. Marjorie was never hidden away but paraded on a leash in latex and bondage for the world to see. Mute and submissive she was taken to all the best parties and used by all who called Mistress Cyn a friend. The pair became minor celebrities and brought BDSM into the mainstream.

The family was now fabulously wealthy. While the BDSM market was still dominated by them the company now had controlling interests in nearly every sector of business and finance. Pharmaceuticals, automotive, solar power and flood defences were just a few. So that when her dad finally passed he was a multi-billionaire.

Cynthia attended the funeral dressed in leather, Marjorie was leashed and encased in latex. The funeral was small and private though paparazzi probably lurked in bushes and trees surrounding the graveyard. Marjorie found herself unmoved by the death of her father. She had no doubt in her mind that he was bound for Hell. What Satan had planned for him she did not know, nor did she choose to dwell on the subject.

While this funeral was held in bright summer sunshine Marjorie found herself scanning around looking for the Devil to appear. It took a savage yank of her leash to bring her back to the hear and now and set her dutifully trailing her Mistress.

The death of her father prompted a change in Cynthia and she took to dating men. Finally, after quite a few duds she selected one. She enslaved him and kept him constantly at her side serving next to Marjorie. She was exceptionally cruel to the man, raping him nightly. Often forcing Marjorie to assist.

Eventually, Cynthia fell pregnant and Cynthia became even more pitiless and sadistic. The slave begged for his freedom nightly under her lash until a gravid Cynthia granted his wish. So long as he disowned any attachment to the child, or her, and also signed a nondisclosure agreement.

The child was a girl and named after her grandmother Sadie. The young Sadie, raised in much the same environment as her mother predictably turned out much the same. She too took Margorie to her bed on her eighteenth birthday. That Marjorie was now eighty years of age and hardly showing it was causing comment. Her sister slave, Jo, had served the family into her sixties before being placed in a retirement community. She had died of breast cancer just after Sadie's sixteenth birthday. Marjorie looked like she was in her mid-thirties at the age of eighty and so she was temporarily handed over to the research division of the leading pharmaceutical company the family-owned. Gerontology experts took blood and tissue samples, scanned and imaged her with all the cutting edge devices they had to hand. After a month of testing, they handed her back and life as a sex toy resumed.

In twenty eighty-one Sadie was gifted Marjorie by her mother. Cynthia has by this point acquired a young girl only a couple of years older than her daughter, and is relishing breaking her in over the well trained Marjorie.

Sadie does not share her mother's fetish for latex and Marjorie finds herself being kept naked almost all of the time. It is a new experience after nearly sixty years in a collar. Sadie is just as sadistic as her mother though and takes great delight in showing off the welts inflicted upon her slave to all and sundry.

Three years in Sadie's collar and the gerontology experts return. They've made a breakthrough. Something to do with telomeres and DNA. Not only do they think they may be able to reverse the ageing process but it could cure cancer too. First, before they publish they need to do tests. They need Marjorie back.

The scientists fuck her when they are not taking blood or injecting test serums. She is allowed no clothes or to talk to anyone but the scientists in control of her. They keep her five years. But when they return her to the family she appears to be twenty-two again. Her age when first collared.

The family are now the richest people in the solar system. They hold the patent on the cure for ageing and cancer. Society is in upheaval. The cure for ageing renders the user sterile permanently. The death rate plummets but so too does the birthrate. Wars erupt and the family flee to the moon. There Marjorie is held in bondage for another five generations.

In twenty-two fifty a fusion motor runs out of control on a shuttle to the moon. It crashes into Armstrong City dome killing three thousand. One of those three thousand was Marjorie. She did not know much about it. She was crushed by falling rock and killed instantly, unlike most who were exposed to the cold hard vacuum of space.

Marge awoke lying on her side on something soft and white. Getting up she saw she was on a vast plain, covered in white mist, under a beautiful cloudless sky. There were people about and they all seemed to be walking the same way.

Something about her neck felt wrong and she was shocked, when she felt for it, that there was no collar. Looking down at herself she realised she was dressed in a white cotton dress and the tattoo on her hand was gone too. This was all very strange so she decided to ask one of the other people what was going on.

Walking up to them she saw they were all looking at the same thing. A bright light on the horizon. Thoughts of talking forgotten Marjorie joined in with the others in the march towards the light.

After a while, she realised there was a large ornate gate with a man stood next to it. He was dressed in white but Marjorie recognised him. It was Satan. Majorie began to shake with fear. As her fear built the man turned to look at her. Inexplicably she found herself at the head of the line, stood next to him.

"Why are you frightened, child?" Asked the man in white.

"Sir, I don't want to go to Hell. I kept to the bargain." This produced a frown from the man who studied a clipboard and then smiled.

"I think I understand. You think I am Lucifer Morningstar don't you?"

"You are not, Sir?"

"Many forget that Lucifer was cast out of Heaven. He is an angel like me. However, he is not me. My name is Michael and you are at the gates of Heaven."

"Heaven?"

"Yes, Marjorie. You have been judged worthy."

"I've lived my life as a sex slave. I've committed incest with my own dad and my step sister and I'm not sure if it counts but her daughter after that."

"Did you have any choice? Don't answer that. Look Lucy came to you and tricked you. He tempted you into a bargain he was unlikely to win, but you were never the mark. You earnt your mothers passage to Heaven. You asked for beauty but you have suffered over a hundred years of slavery because you did. You wished your father health and wealth. Your dad was Satan's mark all along, not you. By tempting him with you your dad fell to sin. Lust and avarice lured him to commit incest. You were caught up in the web of commands your father gave you. Lucy must be grinning down in Hell because he got so many souls from just one worm. All the family members who owned you abused you and kept you in bondage."

"But they thought I was consenting."

"How many asked?"

"Oh!"

"Outside of what you had no control over you have led a good life. To be expected given you knew Hell was real. You've been kind and honest, accepted your lot and helped others when you could."

"So what happens now?"

"You pass through that gate and live out your happiest fantasies for eternity."

"Oh, that's wonderful!"

"You've earnt it. On you go."

Dear reader Marjorie stepped through the pearly gates and found herself collared once more. Hugged tight by a neck entry catsuit. Corseted down to just sixteen inches. Ballet boots were locked to her feet, but they did not hurt. Her arms were crushed behind her in a leather armbinder. In her mouth, a large ring gag stretched her jaw.

Before her languishing on a satin bed was a man. Naked and well endowed taught mussels rippled under tanned skin. His face resembled her father, but only slightly. Stood on the far side of the bed was a stunning dominatrix. Classicly dressed in thigh boots, corset and opera length gloves her smile was cruel and domineering.

"Come, slave," said the woman, "show your Master and me how well trained you are. If you are good we will extract a few dozen climaxes from you after you've served us."

The gag kept her mouth stretched to its maximum, but inside Marjorie was grinning from ear to ear. Happily, she teetered forwards towards her new owners.

THE END