A pair of sandals sat next to the drawer, but right now she didn't want anything on the bottoms of her feet. Beneath the sink she saw a bucket, and she decided that if she soaked her feet in hot water, it would help get rid of the pain still lingering there.
Tiptoeing to the sink, she turned on the hot water and with the steel cup filled the bucket halfway, then pushed it to the cot, sat down and put her aching feet into the bucket.
Susan sat in her room, the three meals a day being brought in her only means of telling how much time had passed. No one spoke to her, and when she would speak to the man who normally brought her meals, she would receive no reply. Finally she began reading to pass the hours between meals. Then, on the morning of the third day, things changed.
Susan had woken up, cleansed herself at the sink and was sitting on her bed waiting for breakfast, which usually arrived right after she was through washing. Susan heard the key in the lock and the bolt slide open, but this time a girl in her early twenties brought her tray in.
The girl put the tray down on Susan's desk, then turned to face Susan.
"You are Susan?" she asked.
"Yes," Susan said, a little surprised at having been spoken to.
"As soon as you have finished eating, Mr. Rowdy will be in to see you," the girl said.
"Do you know why?" Susan asked.
The girl turned away from Susan and walked to the door, where a man stood. She stopped, turned back to Susan and spoke. "We do not question our Master's orders."
She went out and the steel door slammed shut behind her.
An hour later the door opened again. The girl had returned, and following behind her was Mr. Rowdy. As the girl picked up the tray from the desk, Mr. Rowdy slid the steel stool out and sat down to face Susan. The girl stood at his side.
Susan felt a little uncomfortable as Mr. Rowdy stared at her. "After your evening meal, Melissa will be back to help you with make-up and get you ready for this evening's show. You will do whatever Melissa tells you without question, and during the show you will perform without question, regardless of what is done to you, or what you are asked to do. Should you, in any way, fail to do as told, you will regret it. Do you understand?"
Susan saw the hateful glare burning into her body and knew the man meant what he was saying. "Yes, Master, I understand."
Mr. Rowdy stood up. "Fine, see that you do."
Then he and the girl left.
CHAPTER FOUR
Through the day she thought about the show. What kind of show was it? What were they going to do to her? Would there be pain? Question after question ran through her mind.
Lunch and dinner came and went as usual, but about a half an hour after her dinner tray had been taken away the girl she had met earlier returned.
"It is time to get you ready," she said very matter-of-factly. "Please sit at the desk."
Susan did as she was asked and the girl began putting make-up on Susan's face. The girl was very slow and deliberate, taking her time until at last Susan was allowed to look in the stainless steel mirror. Her lipstick, rouge, eye shadow, eyeliner had been done to enhance every line of her pretty face, making her look even more beautiful. Her hair had been in rollers all the time the make-up was being applied, and the girl now began removing them. Once the rollers were out the girl brushed, teased and combed Susan's hair until it glistened like soft strands of gold falling in soft waves around her face to her shoulders.
Next came the outfit Susan would wear. First came the diamond patterned black hose, which Susan pulled up each long leg. A regular pair of black bikini panties followed, and then the black garter belt with frilly lace surrounds the edges. Susan snapped the suspenders hanging from the garter belt to the tops of her hose. The frilly black bra fully covered her tits and hooked between the two firm, round globes. The red dress went all the way up to her neck, with a slight curve at the top showing very little flesh. Little red buttons ran all the way up to her neck. This was followed by a pair of red satin pumps, to accentuate the delicious curves of her long legs.
The girl stood back and eyed Susan, making sure everything was neatly in place. "Yes, Master will be pleased when he sees you."
The girl led Susan out the door into the cool fresh air. They walked to the rear of the corrugated building, where a man stood at a door. He unlocked the door and Susan heard the door lock once they were inside. The girl led Susan to a small room no more than five feet square.
"You will wait here," the girl said, and closed the door.
Susan sat down on a bench. Her nerves were on the edge in anticipation of what was to come. Her wait didn't last long as the door opened again moments later. Two men dressed in tight black leather pants and open black leather vests studded with silver buttons stood at the door. "Come with us," the taller of the two well-muscled men said.
"Yes, Master," Susan said as she stood and excited the little room to stand between the men.
They ushered her up some stairs and she could hear voices, many voices, coming from nearby. They stood at a door, which the shorter man opened, and Susan was led onto a stage. She looked out and saw a crowd of forty or fifty people, all men, sitting in folding chairs facing the stage. The talk suddenly stopped as the audience saw Susan move to the center of the stage and wait for the show to start.
The taller man at her side spoke. "Gentlemen, this is Susan, our latest acquisition, and for the next hour she will be our entertainment. You all know the rules, so shall we begin?"
Applause ran throughout the room as the tall man turned to Susan.
"You will first show your servitude by kissing my boots, slut," he said.
Almost in a whisper, Susan said, "Yes, Master."
Without warning, the man's hand lashed out and caught her with a loud smack across her right cheek.
"Uuuuuummmmmph!" Susan grunted as her head snapped to the left. She felt the heat rise in her cheek.
"You will speak louder when speaking!" the tall man shouted at her.
In a loud clear voice, Susan said, "Yes, Master."
"Now kneel!"
"Yes, Master."
She dropped to her knees. Her eyes stared momentarily at the gleaming leather getting closer and closer to her face. Her head bowed down until she felt her lips press against the leather, kissing the boot all over the top of it until the man pulled it back and slid his left foot forward. Her head moved to the second boot and she pressed her lips to the spit-polished leather over and over again.
As Susan kissed the boot, a chair was brought out and placed just behind the man. He sat down and slid his boot from beneath Susan's face.
"Now lick the bottom clean," he said, and held the boot straight out at Susan.
Susan looked at the bottom of the boot and the dirt covering it. Her hands went up beneath the heel of the boot as her mouth opened.
She felt the dirt cover her tongue as she began lapping at the bottom of the boot. Several times she swallowed the dirt and grime down into her stomach. Her thoughts ran to how sick men must be to sit there and actually enjoy seeing another human being treated so badly.
The tall man pulled his foot away and offered her his right boot, and Susan continued licking and lapping dirt into her mouth until the man was satisfied.
After several minutes of bootlicking the man stood up and turned the wooden chair so that the back faced the audience. "I don't think she did a good enough job. Do you all think she should be spanked for doing such a terrible job?"
Applause and shouts urging the man to spank her rang out through the audience as the man turned to Susan.
"Get up, whore!" the man shouted.