How I Became a Servant to Ay'esha Part 1

How I Became a Servant to Ay'esha

Part 1

Author: Dr. Charles Forbin

Copyright 1996 Dr. Charles Forbin

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I awoke to a flare of light.
     Where was I? I tried to roll over and discovered I my hands were bound . I tried to take a deep breath and found I was gagged as well.

The last thing I remembered was stopping to help a young woman change a tire. I bent over to turn the  tire wrench, then .....blackout.

I didn't have a headache so I hadn't been hit on the head..but my thoughts were fuzzy. Drugged perhaps.
     Why? I wasn't anyone special, not worth kidnapping, or even robbing for that matter.


I was dragged into the light and ordered to stand. The light was blinding so I could not see my captor  clearly.

"Walk ahead of me.Do not turn around or you will be corrected!", was the order.
      Corrected? A woman's voice.
      The young woman with the flat tire? I was directed down a hallway an into
a room and ordered to lie on a table,face down.. I started to resist and felt a sharp slash of pain across my ass. I realized for the first time that I was naked.

"Now, lie down or I will increase the pain."

I lay down on the table as  I was ordered. My legs were tied to the table,then my waist was secured as well. My hands were gripped strongly and untied. I started to lash out and was promptly subjected to a further sample of pain.

My hands were tied to the table and I felt a hand run down my spine and then lower until I felt the the hand touch my genitals. A gentle finger then probed my ass.

"You are here for a specific purpose. You are to be examined for your usefulness. If found useful , you will be trained to serve us. If not, you will be dispensed with."

That sounded ungood.

"You will now be tested for your pain tolerence."

I heard her walk away. There was a long wait, and I had almost dropped off to sleep again when ...THWACK !

I tried to leap up, but the restraints held firm.

"I see I have your attention ", a voice said. "Now we will proceed to test your ability to withstand pain."

I felt something like tape being placed onto parts of my body.


"The sensors will record your reaction to the pain stimulus. I will watch your reaction as well. I will
decide when you have had enough. You may try to scream if you like, but the gag is quite secure, and no one will hear you."

The first whip strokes were firm, but not terribly painful. They increased and changed location. The
pain increased in intensity. The pain grew as the location of the strokes changed. My breathing became more and more labored as the strokes became harder.

Suddenly they stopped. A gentle hand stroked my head and wiped the tears of pain away.

"An excellent beginning. You have done well. Rest now. We will begin again soon."

A blindfold was placed over my eyes as I passed into an exhausted sleep.




When I awoke I was still on the table, but now I was on my back, still restrained and blindfolded. My legs were raised in the air, exposing my ass. I waited,fearful of what might be next. What use could I be to this woman? Why was I chosen? Soon I heard the Voice again.

"I see you are awake now. If you will agree to remain silent until I give you permission to speak I will remove the gag. If agree to this nod your head."

I nodded as well as I could.

She removed the gag, and I gasped.

"If you would like some water, nod your head."


I nodded again, and felt the nipple of a baby bottle placed in my mouth. I sucked greedly until the nipple collapsed. It was withdrawn.

"Now , we will proceed with the next series of pain tests. I will also test your holding capacity."

Holding capacity?

The tape was applied again and the pain started as before. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain on my left nipple, followed by an identical pain on my right.

"These nipple clamps can be adjusted tight enough to pierce your nipples if desired. I wish to see

if the pain of your nipples will distract you from pain in other areas."


The pain of the whipping increased. The pain in my nipples was constant. I soon started drifting into a stupor from the whipping. It even started to feel pleasent in a strange way. Suddenly
the pressure was released from my nipples.

The blood surged back into my nipples . I opened my mouth to scream and was gagged again, changing the scream into a gurgle.

"You were not given permission to speak. I consider screaming speaking. You will be corrected for that mistake."

There was a pause, then a burning pain on my chest that made me moan into the gag.

"You will not make that error again, will you?" I was asked.

I shook my head weakly.


The gag was removed again.

"Now we begin the holding capacity test. You will be removed to a holding pen after this test. You will find food and water there. Do you understand me? You may speak as a dog. One bark
for yes and two for no."

I barked once.

"Good. Would you like the blindfold removed?"

I barked affirmitive again.

"If you do well on the test, I will remove it."


There was a pause and I heard the snap of a rubber glove being pulled on. Then I felt a coldness on my asshole, and a probing finger. I tensed, then slowly relaxed as the probing finger withdrew.

"Test begins"

I felt my asshole widen and then felt something being shoved into it. It penetrated deeper into my bowels until I felt like I was going to explode. I felt the urge to piss from the pressure. I had never been penetrated before by something that long.

I started cramping from the pressure and the pain. The pressure continued for what seemed like an eternity, then whatever the item was, it was withdrawn slowly. The final removal caused me to gasp in pain then relief.

The blindfold was removed, and for the first time I saw my tormentor.

It was the girl from the car.
She was dressed in a black corset ,studded belt,and high leather boots. Her manner was imperious, but her tone was gentle. She shook back the dark hair that had cascaded over her face, and removed the rubber gloves from her hands.


"You will be released from your bonds and I will take you to the holding pen. " She indicated the leather quirt hanging from her belt. "Any attempt to escape , and you will be corrected. Is that clear to you?"

I barked once.

I desired my freedom, but I knew that I could not escape from her. Her voice held me in it's grip, almost as tightly as the bonds did. What was happening to me? I felt as helpless as a child in her presence.

As she released the bonds, I felt uncertain, even fearful of her. But she was just a young woman.

Why the fear? Was it the torture?
       I was a man, I should be able to take control from her. But I found as she looked at me, my will to resist slipped away.

She knew it, and smiled, a sly knowing smile, holding only the promise of future abuse for me.


"Get up and walk ahead of me. I want your head down. Do not speak to anyone who may speak to you. Until I give you permission to speak, you are to act as if you are mute. Nod if
you understand this order."

I nodded quickly.

"Good. Start walking. Through the door and turn right. Stop when I tell you to."

I walked out the door and turned right as directed. A few feet later the order to stop was given.

In front of me was a large metal cage.

"Open the door and get in."


I started to turn towards her and felt the slash of the quirt across my back, forward then back.

"Enter the pen NOW!"

I opened the door and crawled inside. The pen was just big enough to turn in, but not large enough to lie down in without curling up or to sit upright in. The floor was padded with
a plastic mat ,and a large water bottle, like one used in laboratories, was mounted against the side of the cage.

The door was locked behind me, and a food dish was slid into a slot in the side of the cage next to
the water bottle.

In it were scraps of meat and vegetables, a piece of bread and some fruit.

"You may eat anytime you are ready", she said. "I will return later to cover your pen for the night."


With that, she turned and left the room, leaving me caged like an animal, wondering what our next encounter might bring.




She returned some time later and placed a cover over my cage after removing the now empty food dish, not speaking to me.

I curled up in the darkness and pondered the sudden change in my life. I was caged like a lab rat. Or
perhaps a canary. I had a sudden wild urge to sing "I'm only a bird in a gilded cage" , but fought it back. I had been ordered not to speak. But how would she know if I did. I couldn't be sure that she wouldn't know.

The question of why still dogged me. And the type of tests were still confusing me. Why was I being tortured?
     How would I be found useful? Or not useful? And trained to serve who? She had said "trained to serve us". Her? Someone else? Perhaps this was some kind of strange dream. Perhaps I has been hit by a car while helping the girl change her tire, and was in a hospital? The Wizard of Oz had nothing
on this dream...if it was a dream.

Her voice came from above , startling me.

"You can't escape by clicking the heels of your ruby slippers together three times."

I must have said it out loud.She had been listening. Now what? More "correction"?

"You should sleep now. I will correct you in the morning after your feeding and your walk"

I tried to sleep, but sleep wouldn't come easily. But come it did, like fog on little cat feet, it crept
over my mind leaving me in a black void.