Edward had just graduated as a mechanical engineer and was looking forward to a wonderful career.

Well as it turned out that was all he could do, was look. Eight months had gone by and he still did not have one concrete offer for a job. Waiting for a job in the field of your very expensive training does not pay the bills.

After 3 months Edward went looking for anything that would bring in money. His first job was washing dishes in a local greasy spoon. The pay was lousy and just did not meet his monthly commitments. He quit after two weeks.

He applied for all kinds of low pay, menial jobs but could not land a single one. Hell he even got turned away from a position for Security Guard at the local Mall. Edward was at his wits end, the creditors were soon going to be banging down his door.

It was another typical day for Edward, he had been out knocking on doors looking for anything that would bring in a buck. As he passed the local News Stand he decided to waste a precious dollar and buy the Evening News. Perhaps he just might find something in the want ads.

He made his way back to the rooming house where he was currently staying. For ten bucks a week he at least got a room with a bed. The building stunk and the room was none too clean when he moved in. But when you haven't got a pot to piss in, any hole will do.

He sat on the side of his bed in the dingy room and opened the paper to the want ads. Column after column of jobs but he knew from previous attempts that he could not land a single one of them.

He was about to give up when an ad at the bottom of the page caught his eye.

"Wanted, young, bright, cheerful men and women to operate a mobile carpet cleaning service. No canvassing required. All leads supplied. Call now, only two positions available."

Edward stared at it for a few moments, then said, "Why not!" to the dingy walls of his room.

He jumped up off the bed and ran down the stairs to the pay phone just inside the main door.

He dropped in a precious quarter and dialed the number.

"Friendly Carpet Cleaning. We deliver. How may I help you." a high pitched female voice announced.

"Ah, I'm calling about the ad in the Evening News for operators for Mobile Carpet Cleaning." he said nervously.

"Ah another bum lookin' for a job, huh. Just a minute and I'll connect you to Mr. Yeager." the female voice sneered.

Edward felt his face turn red, the bullshit one had to put up with just to try and land a job was something else.

"Yeager, here." a low bass male voice said, bringing Edward back from the verge of his anger at the receptionist.

"Yes, Sir. This is Edward Marks calling, Sir, about the ad in this evenings Evening News. Would it be possible to get an interview Sir?" Edward asked politely and made sure he gave lots of, "Sirs".

"How old are you Edward and what kind of education you got?" Mr. Yeager asked.

"I am 25 Sir with a degree in Mechanical Engineering, Sir." he replied.

"An engineer, shit, then ya wouldn't have any trouble with our equipment. When can you come over to see me?" Mr. Yeager asked.

"Name a time and place and I will be there, Sir." Edward answered his hopes rising.

"How about a half hour from now at 22 Winston Street, room 222." Mr. Yeager said.

"I am on my way, Sir." Edward said hanging up the phone and practically knocking down the door on his way out.

Well to make a long story short, Edward impressed the hell out of Mr. Yeager. So far only bums had applied for the positions and in the past bums had bummed up the equipment. Mr. Yeager was much more careful now about whom he hired.

Edward had to attend a three day familiarization course on how to use the equipment and clean carpets. The course was run by Mr. Yeager himself.

The company owned 15 mobile Carpet Cleaning Units. Each morning they supplied the operator with a list of contacts. The idea being for the operator to go to the contact, introduce the service and give a demonstration with a throw rug.

If the person was happy with the demo they would normally sign up to have their rugs cleaned professionally. On average two out of every ten contacts signed up.

As well as the contacts the operator was given appointments to go and clean the rugs of customers that had signed up on previous demonstrations. So it turned out that for about four hours every day the operator would clean carpets the remainder of the day was taken up with demonstrations.

If an operator managed to make a contact other than one that he had been given by the company and he managed to sign up that contact, he got a bonus. This was really a sneaky way for the company to get the operators to do some canvassing.

Remuneration was a set amount for each demonstration given plus ten percent of any contracts they made. All and all it was very good pay for the work that had to be done. Edward loved it.

His pay check at the end of the first week was $1,560.32 after deductions. He looked at it unbelieving. That was all the incentive Edward needed to work even harder the second week.

So here we are eight months after graduation and Edward is still not working as a Mechanical Engineer, but Edward really couldn't care less. He was busy making a fortune cleaning carpets.

He had moved into a bachelor apartment in a better part of town, bought himself a car and had great clothes. Why in hell would he ever want to give up the carpet cleaning business? Well he wouldn't and that's, that.

Edward woke up at his usual six thirty and climbed out of bed and headed for the shower. He stopped in front of the full length mirror that hung on the outside of the bathroom door. He admired his 5'9", 190 lb muscular body.

Well it wasn't a Mr. Atlas body by any stretch of the imagination, but to Edward it was great. Hell if you looked real close you could even see the outline of a great six pack. His pecks were well developed and looked good, even on his pale body. Being a red head he burned easy and had to be very careful about exposing his body to the sun. Now that he could afford it he was taking regular session under the sun lamp at the fitness club and his body was slowly starting to tan.

The bright red hair was not confined to just the top of his head. The hair in his pits and around his pubs was also flaming red. His chest, arms and legs however were practically bald. He wished he could grow hair on his chest, but so far no luck.

He looked at his dick. It was still semi erect from his morning woody. Perhaps this morning he would treat himself and whack off in the shower. He was careful though, he believed all those stupid old wives tales about masturbation.

After the shower he got dressed in the company uniform. A white outfit which Edward now had tailored at his own expense. It consisted of white cotton trousers, a white shirt, black bow tie, and white jacket. White cotton socks and white loafers. Edward did not particularly like the color because of his pale skin and the fact the suit made his red hair seem even brighter.

He drank a glass of orange juice and munched on a piece of dry toast then headed down to his car for the drive to work.

He picked up his list of contacts for the day, grabbed the keys for his unit and was gone. Edward was always the first one on the road every morning. He didn't like to waste even a single minute. Every minute wasted was money down the drain.

Edward had three carpet cleaning jobs for that morning. Each one took him just over an hour and a half. The last job was on a rather rough and tumble kind of street, not the kind where you would normally find a carpet cleaning truck.

However the home he had just cleaned was spotless inside. It was owned by a couple of old spinsters that had lived there all their lives. As per usual he asked if they would recommend him to their friends and of course he was such a charmer that they agreed and gave him a list of friends to contact. He thanked them and left.

He got into his unit and started off down the street. He kept an eye peeled as he drove looking for that feeling that told him, "Go there, you will get a contract."

Most of the homes were rather run down and he didn't get any feelings except, "Get the hell out of here, you are wasting time."

He turned the corner to head back towards the better neighborhoods when he suddenly got a feeling. He looked and there on the right was a house that was in excellent condition. It spoke of an owner that cared and didn't mind spending money to make it look good.

This was just the sort of place that Edward liked. Most of the time these types of homes ended up giving him a contract. Not one to dawdle, Edward pulled into the driveway. He gave a quick look in his rearview to make sure his hair was presentable.

He grabbed his clip board with the contracts and exited the truck, heading for the front door with a purposeful stride.

He pushed the button and in a matter of minutes the door was opened by a young man of about 18 or so. Edward was a bit startled, the young man was dressed in nothing but black leather boots, a black leather pouch over his crotch and two black clips with chains and weights fastened to each nipple. He had a tribal tattoo around his left bicep. It was two rings of a very ancient design.

"Yes." the young man asked.

"Good day, Sir. I represent Friendly Carpet Cleaning. We are offering a free cleaning of an area rug to demonstrate the effectiveness of our system. I would be more than happy to clean any area rug in your home if you have a few minutes." Edward said with a smile.

"Please come in, Sir." the young man said.

Edward was just a little nervous. He had never come across a situation like this before. As soon as he entered the young man closed the door and there was a very audible click, signifying the door had been locked.

It was rather dark just inside the door. Normally homes like this had bright, well lit foyers. When his eyes adjusted to the dim light he noticed that the walls were lined with what looked like black leather. The only light was a small electric candle hanging on the inside wall.

The young man had told him to wait and then disappeared through a door that Edward couldn't even see. He waited and waited, he looked at his watch and had to push the little button that turned on the light to see the time. Edward estimated that he had been waiting for over ten minutes.

This was ridiculous, he was losing time that would be better spent getting a real contract. He gave it another few minutes then said, "to hell with it." He turned and tried to open the door. But his original assumption had been correct, the door was indeed locked.

"Only the President can open that door, Sir." the young man said, startling the hell out of Edward.

He had not heard the young man return.

"The President will see you now, follow me please, Sir." the lad said, turned and started through the now barely visible door.

Edward followed. The room they entered was almost as dark as the foyer and it was a bit cold. Edward was on edge, wondering what in hell he had got himself into.

The young man continued down a long dark hallway then suddenly stopped and knocked three times. A little buzzer gave a single buzz and a green light came on over the door.

The young man grasped the door handle and pulled the door open. The hallway was immediately flooded with bright light. Edward felt immediate relief to be back in light.

The young man indicated with a hand motion that Edward was to enter the room. He walked past the boy and entered, then stopped dead in his tracks. The door behind him suddenly closed with a loud bang which made Edward jump.

What had made Edward stop so suddenly was the sight that greeted him. Twenty or so of the most feared men in this city, he recognized them from TV News reports he had seen. Obviously this was their headquarters and he was standing in front of and looking at, the leaders of, "The Satanista Motorcycle Club."

Edward stood there dumbfounded and scared shitless. These guys had a terrible reputation. Life meant absolutely nothing to them, they would as soon kill you as look at you.

At the head of the table, the end farthest away from Edward, sat a big bear of a man. He had long black hair brushed out to the sides and parted in the middle. A heavy black beard pushed out from the lower portion of his face, hung down and covered the front of his chest.

The man had a full round face, with large dark eyes that looked through you and sent a shiver up your spine. His eyes were topped with bushy dark eyebrows.

All and all the man's face was a fearsome sight to behold.

He wore a black leather vest, open at the front. His bare arms were muscular, tanned a dark brown and covered with tattoos. Edward could not make out what the tattoos were from his position, the only one that really stood out was the tribal around the man's right bicep.

The rest of the man was hidden behind the table at which he was sitting.

"Ah and what does the Friendly Carpet Cleaning man want from us?" the big bear of a man asked in a friendly voice.

"Ahh...mmmy ahhh company....ahhh." Edward stutter in his shear terror, "ahhh ..is offering ah... free ah... cleaning of ..ah any area rug in your ah...home ah...free.. ahhhh ah to ah demonstrate ah how ah effective ah our ah method is ah, Sir."

The man smiled.

"Free! You will clean one of our area rugs free. Now what do you think of that boys. The Friendly Carpet Cleaning man will clean one of our rugs free, now ain't that nice of him?" the man said with a big smile.

There were murmurs of agreement around the table and lots of smiles.

"I suppose you will only clean one of our little itsy bitsy door mat type rugs for free. Wouldn't do one of the big ones." the big bear said.

"Ah, we will clean any area rug free, Sir. It doesn't matter how big it is, Sir." Edward answered quickly, hoping to avoid any trouble with these guys.

"Really, well that is right nice of The Friendly Carpet Cleaning man. I suppose it is you that would do the cleaning?" he asked.

"Ah, yes, Sir. That is my job Sir." Edward replied.

"Well then Mr. Friendly Carpet Cleaning man just one more question. Will your system remove blood stains?" the bear asked and smiled broadly, every other man in the room smiled as well as they stared at Edward.

"Oh yes, Sir. We guarantee that we will remove all stains, Sir." Edward replied, but worried about this blood stain thing.

"Well then Mr. Friendly Carpet Cleaning Man we would certainly like a demonstration and should your system clean the carpet to our satisfaction, you will receive a very good contract from us." he said.

The words, "will receive a very good contract...", were all the words Edward needed to hear to relax. He quickly reverted back to the professional carpet cleaner and the number one contract man in the company.

"Weasel! Get your fucking ass in here boy." the bear screamed.

The young lad that had met Edward at the door came scrambling in quickly. He rushed over to the man, got down on his knees and said, "How may I serve you, Master!"

"Go down to the Dungeon and pull out number 16. Have him strung up, we will be down to give him a good whipping in just a few minutes. Also send Frederick in, I have a job for him." the bear ordered.

The young lad named Weasel jumped up and rushed out. A moment later another young man dressed the same as the Weasel hurried in. He also rushed up to the bear and got down on his knees.

Edward noticed right away that this young man also had a tribal tattoo around the left bicep. This one was the same ancient design as Weasel's but consisted of three rings not two.

"How may I serve, you, Master!" he said, head bowed to the floor.

"You are to help this young man get his equipment set up in room 4. He will be giving us a demonstration of his carpet cleaning system." the bear ordered.

"Yes, Master. It will be done, Sir." the young man said getting up.

He went straight to Edward a smile on his face.

"I am Frederic, chief of the Household slaves." he said holding out his hand.

"Good to meet you Frederic my name is Edward." Edward said taking the young mans firm grip in his.

Frederic ushered Edward out of the room and down that dark hallway to another room. There were a number of young men dressed in the same way busy doing chores. Frederic ordered a couple of them to help Edward bring in all the equipment that would be needed for the demo.

Again Edward noted that they each had a tribal tattoo around the left bicep. Again it was the same ancient design, but these lads only had one ring.

"Could it be that these tribal's are an indication of rank?" Edward wondered. "Frederick had said that he was the head of the household slaves and he had three."

The equipment included the machine that actually did the cleaning, a long 2 inch flex hose for vacuuming, a three quarter inch hose carrying the cleaning agent and a three quarter inch hose carrying the water for the rinse.

There were enough extensions for all the hoses to reach a maximum of 1500 feet from the van. The solution tank, the water tank and the tank for all the waste materials were located in the truck. As well, a powerful pump that pumped the fluids to the cleaning machine and created the vacuum to suck up all the waste was operated by a gasoline engine.

Once all the equipment was inside and the hoses strung out Edward started the engine. He flicked the remote switch that would permit him to operate everything from the cleaning machine inside the house.

The equipment was set up in Room 4 as ordered by, "the bear." The only thing missing was the rug that had to be cleaned.

Edward fiddled around with his equipment while he waited for the rug to arrive. Instead, the bear himself entered the room and walked straight over to Edward.

The man was at least 6 ft tall his eyes were just slightly above Edwards. But he must have weighed in at a minimum of 275 lbs. Edward was proud of his body, but he had nothing on, "the bear." The man had muscles on his muscles.

Now that he was up close, Edward could see that the tattoos up and down the mans arms were hideous creatures, with fangs and saliva dripping from their mouths. Edward gave a little shudder.

The most striking though, was the tribal, but it was on the man's right bicep. The design was a series of devils heads attached together by what looked like lightening bolts and spoke of power. Just a quick glance at that tribal was enough to tell you this man was important, he was a boss.

Edward also noted the remainder of the mans clothing. Up close he could see that the man wore some sort of black leather harness under the vest. Bits of it could be seen when the man moved his head and the beard moved out of the way.

That moving beard also revealed a massive chest, with well developed pecs and mounds of jet black hair. That hair moved on down across the mans abs. His bottom half was covered by a pair of leather trousers that seemed to be crotch less. But a wide, black leather belt was looped through belt hooks on a strip of the trousers that came up and went around the waist.

A quick glance revealed that the mans jewels were snugly packed into a black leather cod piece that seemed to be a separate entity from the crotchless trousers. Being a straight hetro, Edward would have been mortified to have any one see him stare at another mans crotch, so that glance was just a glance.

"My name is Master Satan!" the man stated, standing squarely in front of Edward.

"I am the President of the Satanista, that means I am the fucking boss, what I say goes. Do you understand?" he snarled at Edward.

"Ah, yes Sir." Edward stammered.

"Just so you fucking well understand asswipe. Do not forget for even one second or you will pay dearly. Now follow me." he ordered, then turned and headed back out the door.

Edward quickly tagged along, Frederic followed close behind.

Master Satan led Edward down a darkened hallway to a door which he opened and entered. Edward and Frederic followed close behind. It turned out to be an elevator, also dimly lit. The door closed and the elevator started down.

Edward was extremely nervous. Was he going to get a contract to clean carpets or was he going to get himself killed. Right now he didn't think the odds of his coming out of this alive were very good.

The elevator seemed to take forever going down. Edward wondered how far down they were going. Was it just to the basement or did this place have a secret underground cavern or something. He remembered he had heard Master Satan tell the Weasel to go down to the Dungeon. Edward guessed that if you were going to have a Dungeon you would want it deep in the ground.

The elevator finally came to a halt and the door opened. The hallway outside the elevator was brightly lighted, unlike the hallway upstairs. Master Satan exited first with Edward and then Frederick following close behind.

Master Satan turned left as he exited and headed down the hallway. They passed half a dozen doors, each had a large bronze number on the solid looking door.

Master Satan opened a door that had two large X's instead of a number and went in. Edward entered with his heart racing, he was worried that he was never going to leave this place. Why were they letting him see all this. It could only mean they were going to keep him or kill him.

The room was a Dungeon alright, Edward thought as he looked around. There were shackles hanging from the walls and chains from the ceiling. A large X shaped cross with shackles and metal loops for binding was on a small platform on the right side.

A weird looking sling affair was on the left, close to the wall. It looked like something that a man could be fastened into in the prone position. It sent a shiver up Edwards spine.

But the thing that scared him the most was the sight of the man hanging spread eagle in the center of the room. His ankles were chained to the floor and pulled wide apart. His wrists were cuffed to chains in the ceiling and also pulled wide apart. His feet were off the floor so his entire body weight was supported by his spread arms. The man was totally naked and sweating profusely. This had to be very uncomfortable for him if not down right painful.

All of the men that had been in the meeting room upstairs were standing around in a circle looking at the unfortunate man.

Master Satan walked up and stood in front of the man. Frederick grabbed Edwards arm and held him back a respectful distance. He looked at Edward and placed a finger in front of his lips in the universal code for, "Hush. Don't say anything."

"Well now Pinky." Master Satan said to the man.

"You were short in your last delivery. That is three times in the last two months. Ah, now I know you didn't think we knew, but Pinky we always know. You can not steal from the Satanista and get away with it. You are a fucking fool." Master Satan growled.

"You are a fucking fool that will no longer be a fool. We must use you to set an example to all our other employees. An example of what happens when you steal from the Satanista."

"Please, Master Satan. I won't do it again and I will make it up, Sir. Please Sir, I am sorry Sir." the man begged.

"It is too late for sorry, Pinky. Much, much too late." Master Satan said, shaking his head sadly.

"We have a guest here today, Pinky. He is the Friendly Carpet Cleaning man." Master Satan said with a smile and turned and pointed to Edward.

"Do you know what he wants to do for us, Pinky?" Master Satan asked.

"No, Sir." Pinky answered, confused by the sudden change in subject.

"He has offered to clean one of our rugs free of charge. Yes siree, free of charge. He calls it a demonstration of the systems ability to clean. Now we asked him if it would clean blood stains and he assures us it will clean any stain." Master Satan said in mock disbelief.

"Now what do you think, Pinky? Do you believe that there is a carpet cleaning system that can clean up blood stains, shit stains, piss stains, puke stains.....ah...well any stain at all? Do you?" Master Satan asked.

"Ah, I suppose so, Sir." the confused man answered.

"Well we are going to find out, Pinky. Yes we are going to let the Friendly Carpet Cleaning man show us how well his system can clean up blood stains, shit stains, piss stains and vomit stains. Now as a sign that you are truly sorry for stealing from us I would like you to volunteer to help us clean that carpet." Master Satan said.

"If I can help, Sir, I would be only to happy. I really am sorry for stealing Sir and I promise I will never do it again." Pinky blubbered thinking he was going to get away with stealing from the Satanista, what a fool.

"That's the spirit Pinky. Well now Master Evil, do you have your whips to draw the blood?" Master Satan asked casually.

"Yes Master Satan, I am prepared to draw plenty of blood." A large, muscular man dressed similar to Master Satan called out for the group.

"Master Hellfire are you prepared to produce vast quantities of shit and puke?" Master Satan called out.

"Most assuredly Master Satan." another large muscular man answered.

"Then we are ready." Master Satan said.

It was at that moment that Pinky realized how he was going to help. Well let's face it anyone that is stupid enough to steal from the Satanista, must be rather dense to begin with. I would say that, "dense", was a good word for describing Pinky.

"Master Satan, Sir, your not going to have me whipped are you, Sir. I promised to help, Sir. I will do anything you like, Sir. Anything." Pinky began to babble.

"But Pinky, your blood, shit and vomit will do a really good job of staining the carpet. We must give our good friend the Friendly Carpet Cleaner man something to work with to prove his system. Now just you hush until the real pain starts." Master Satan said with a big smile.

He turned around and faced Edward.

"Mr. Friendly Carpet Cleaning man, you have told us your system can clean any stain from any carpet we care to let you use for the demonstration. Well, we will use this carpet." he said pointing to the door.

The door opened and the two young men that had helped with the equipment upstairs carried in a carpet. They laid it on the floor and unrolled it under the hanging Pinky.

It was not an overly large carpet, it fit between Pinky's out stretched legs and was about eight foot long. But this carpet made Edwards blood run cold. The carpet was pure, dazzling, WHITE.

It had a very high pile, the toughest of all carpets to clean. Once crude got buried deep in the pile it was a hell of a job getting it all out.

"Mr. Friendly Carpet Cleaning man, if you do not get this carpet clean then it means you were lying to us. That you tried to pull a fast one on the Satanista." Master Satan said looking directly into Edwards eyes.

"We do not like to be cheated, Mr. Friendly Carpet Cleaning man. Why just look at poor Pinky here. He tried to cheat us and now must be punished. You will get to witness first hand how we deal with cheaters." Master Satan said with a smile.

"Your job will be to clean up the mess that Pinky's body fluids make on this beautiful, beautiful rug. For your sake, Mr. Friendly Carpet Cleaning man I hope you do not fail." Master Satan said, then turned to Master Hellfire and nodded his head.

Master Hellfire walked forward. He had a tube in his hand. From what Edward could see of it, it seemed to be in three pieces.

It had an elongated tip, about an inch and a half in diameter and about eight inches long. The next part was approximately three inches in diameter and about twelve inches long. The third part was also about twelve inches long but was just slightly smaller in diameter than the other tube. It seemed that it fit inside.

He walked up behind Pinky and Edward could see that he was placing the tip end of the tube close to Pinky's rear end.

"Ayyyyyyyiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee" Pinky suddenly screamed, twisting and turning in his bonds.

"No Master Satan, I was supposed to help don't make me bleed. Oh gawd please, Master Satan. Please." Pinky cried.

Whatever it was that Master Hellfire was doing Edward saw him suddenly raise a hand that was holding the third section of the tube. He pushed upwards and that third portion disappeared inside of the larger tube.

It was obvious the larger tube contained something which had just been injected up into Pinky's bowel.

Pinky cried out in pain as the stuff was injected. He pulled and twisted and tried to break his bonds, but they held firm.

Weasel came up quickly to Master Hellfire and handed him another tube. Master Hellfire pulled the empty one away and replaced it with the new one. Again he pushed up and Pinky screamed in pain. A few seconds later the plunger was pushed up and the contents of the second tube was injected into Pinky's rear end.

Edward estimated that each of those tubes held about a quart of whatever it was they were injecting into Pinky. He would now have about two quarts of the stuff in his large bowel. Edward expected it would come shooting out as soon as Master Hellfire pulled that tube out.

Weasel returned a second time only he now had a black cone shaped device. Edward looked at Frederick with a quizzical look on his face.

"It is a butt plug. It will hold the laxative inside Pinky's ass until Master Satan wants it released." Frederick whispered in Edwards ear.

Pinky was bucking and squirming, making it impossible for Weasel to get the butt plug in. Finally Master Hellfire called the other two young men to come and hold him still while the butt plug was placed.

Pinky screamed in agony as the butt plug was forced home. It was a large plug and normally the anus was prepared before such a big plug was inserted. However the Satanista were really pissed at Pinky and he would get no considerations. It didn't really matter because he was going to suffer much worse agony very shortly.

"The thief's bowels have been prepared, Master Satan." Master Hellfire called out, bowed towards the Master and then returned to the group.

The young men let go of Pinky and he jerked around and tried to get himself free, all the while crying in agony. What Edward didn't know was that the stuff that was injected into Pinky's rectum caused severe burning pain and cramping as it liquefied all of the waste material in the large bowel. If left in long enough Pinky's entire waste system would liquify and start to boil.

"Master Evil, I believe it is time to draw the blood and piss for our guest." Master Satan said politely.

"I am most honored, Master Satan." Master Evil said as he walked forward snapping a large cat-o-nine-tails in the air.

Edward couldn't believe that they would actually use that horrible looking whip on the body of another human being, but oh how wrong he was.

Without fanfare Master Evil raised the whip. It whistled through the air and splayed out across the back of the hapless Pinky. He screamed in agony, pulled and yanked at his bonds, but in the end he just hung there and suffered.

The whip whistled through the air again and struck with a resounding thwack on Pinky's bare skin. He screamed again and this time a few drops of blood fell to the white carpet below.

Edward was feeling sick to his stomach. This was much worse than the worst nightmare he had ever had.

He was also petrified. Were they going to do this to him if he couldn't get that fucking carpet clean? That thought almost made him piss himself. It was at that very moment as the whip was making it's fourth journey to Pinky's back, that Pinky's bladder involuntarily opened and yellow pee began to flow onto the white carpet.

The carpet below pinky now had more than just a couple of drops of blood, there were large pools forming. Master Evil figured he had done enough damage to the back and moved to Pinky's front.

Pinky's back was a mess and the last few blows had hardly registered on the helpless man. But that first blow to the chest caused the most pitiful screams Edward had ever heard.

That first blow drew blood right away and it began to flow down Pinky's chest before the second blow splattered it around and caused more bleeding.

As well, Edward noted that Pinky's wrists and ankles were also covered in blood from his twisting, turning and pulling as he tried to break his bonds and get away from that awful whip.

Edwards eyes were full of tears, he was crying in sympathy for the poor man. At first he'd had no sympathy for Pinky. Edward hated thieves and felt they deserved whatever they got for stealing. But this had gone much farther than punishment for a crime. He felt that this punishment was more of a crime than anything that Pinky might have done.

The whipping continued until Pinky finally passed out from the pain he was suffering. His chest was a mess of blood and bits of torn flesh, it was impossible to see the lash marks for all the blood.

The blood dripped down across Pinky's abs, one steam was flowing through his pubic hair and down his dick. Suddenly the unconscious Pinky's bladder released again and it looked like Pinky was having a blood piss.

"Master Hellfire I believe we are ready for the shit now." Master Satan called out.

"Weasel, remove the plug." Master Hellfire ordered.

Weasel walked up behind Pinky, placed his hand at Pinky's rear and pulled down sharply. The plug came out and Weasel stepped back quickly. Nothing happened for a about ten seconds and then suddenly there was a loud swooshing sound and brown liquid came shooting out of Pinky's ass under great pressure.

The room quickly filled with the most sickening, foul smell that Edward had ever encountered. But not a soul moved except Edward. His hand went up quickly to his nose and mouth. He was sure he was going to vomit.

"On the fucking rug, Mr. Friendly Carpet Cleaning man, puke on the fucking rug." Master Satan called out with a big smile.

Frederick quickly pushed Edward over to the still bleeding Pinky. The smell was overwhelming and before he could bend over to start spewing, his stomach rose into his mouth and spewed all over the retched Pinky.

The Satanista thought this was the greatest thing since sliced bread and screamed and hollered their approval. Edward didn't know it but he had just gone up five notches in their respect for him.

He was bent over now and spewing everything he had eaten for the last week it seemed. How the hell did he get that much crap in his stomach he wondered.

But the smell was so bad he just couldn't stop puking. Just as one wave passed by another took its place. He was beginning to feel very weak in the knees. But the last thing he wanted to do was fall onto that white carpet. Correction, that, "used to be white carpet."

He finally quit spewing and backed away from the mess.

"Master Satan, Sir." Edward called out.

"Yes, Mr. Friendly Carpet Cleaning man, what can I do for you?" Master Satan asked innocently.

"Could I please go to a toilet, Sir." Edward asked politely.

"Do you have to piss?" Master Satan asked.

"Yes Sir." Edward replied, realizing too late that he shouldn't have said that.

"Why there is no need to go to a toilet, Mr. Friendly Carpet Cleaning man, why just you trot right over there and piss on that rug. Now go quick before you piss your pants." Master Satan ordered.

The other Master's thought that was a real hoot and began to laugh.

Embarrassed beyond words but scared to death not to obey Edward made his way back to the still unconscious Pinky. The carpet beneath him was a terrible mess. He honestly didn't think he would be able to get that clean and so he was most likely going to suffer the same fate that Pinky had just gone through.

He pulled down his fly and pulled out his five and a half inch, flaccid dick. He had no trouble pissing, his bladder was over loaded. He aimed for the center of the mess and let it go. That got him a round of applause from the Satanista's still standing around and watching.

When his bladder was empty he shook, slipped his dick back into his trousers and zipped up. He turned and walked back to Frederick on unsteady legs.

Either he had started to get used to the smell or it was dissipating. He could hardly smell it any longer.

Edward prayed that they would let him go back upstairs soon. He desperately wanted out of this horrible room. He was going to get his wish, but perhaps not the way that he had wished for it.

"Mr. Friendly Carpet Cleaning man, there are only three kinds of people in the world." Master Satan said, looking straight into Edwards eyes.

"Outsiders, Satanista Slaves and Satanista. Now we know you are not a Satanista, Mr. Friendly Carpet Cleaning man, but which of the others are you?" Master Satan said, the room became deadly quiet.

Edward realized that he could be in very big trouble if he answered wrong. Very big trouble indeed.

"Mr. Friendly Carpet Cleaning man, we the Satanista would like to know which of the remaining two you are, an Outsider or a Satanista Slave. Tell us now." he ordered.

Edward was shaking in his fright. He was certain that if he answered that he was an, Outsider, he would not leave the room alive. He took the only road he was sure would ensure his survival and answered boldly.

"Master Satan, Satanista's, Satanista Slaves, I consider myself a Satanista Slave."

Edward then bowed his head and got down on his knees and said, "How may I serve you, Sir."

The deadly silence was broken by the clapping of hands. Not the wild clapping of an exuberant crowd, but the gentle clapping that signals respected approval.

"Mr. Friendly Carpet Cleaner man, the Satanista have accepted you as a Satanista Slave. Your new life begins now." Master Satan said loudly.

He walked over to Edward, placed a hand on his head and said, "Satanista Slave, your name shall be, Slink."

Again the room filled with the mild clapping and then every voice in the room joined in unison to say, "Slink.......Slink.......Slink."

"Slink, remove all of your clothes. You are not properly dressed for a Satanista Slave." Master Satan ordered.

Edward was still scared to death. Now they wanted him to strip for them. But Edward wanted to live and he certainly didn't want the flesh torn from his bones like poor Pinky. He did the only thing he could do in this situation.....he stripped.

Now I must say I don't know about you, but stripping in front of a bunch of strangers, particularly when those strangers are the most feared motorcycle club in the country, is not exactly a fun thing to do. Unless of course you are an exhibitionist or professional stripper.

Poor Edward was neither. Hell he had trouble stripping and using the same shower as other guys all through school and on into University. It was not something that he ever got used to or liked doing.

Now here he was, a grown man, stripping for bikers. He removed the bow tie first, then began to unbutton his white jacket. He removed it, folded it carefully and lay it down on the floor.

Next he began to undo the buttons of his white shirt. It too joined the jacket. Edward was now bare from the waist up. The dark color of his quarter sized areolas drew attention to his chest, the nipples pointed and sticking out.

Reluctant to remove his pants before he had to, Edward sat down on the floor and removed his shoes slowly. Next the socks which he rolled and stuffed into each shoe.

Edward could stall no longer, his pants were going to have to come off and he knew he was going to be embarrassed beyond belief, because of his underwear.

With trembling fingers he unfastened his belt, then the waist button. He grasped the zipper and pulled it down. For some unknown reason Edward let go of the waist band of his trousers that he had been holding to keep them up while he unzipped the fly.

The trouser fell down around his knees and there he stood in his skin tight black undies with the yellow happy faces.

The room broke into uproarious laughter. Everyone, including all of the slaves were bent over laughing their fool heads off. Edwards pale skin suddenly turned red to match his flaming red hair.

He never felt so centered out in his entire life. He wanted to curl up and die right there on the spot. Of all people to be watching him strip when he wore those fucking shorts, it would be bikers.

Unable to do anything about it now and to be sure he didn't get in any trouble with Master Satan, he continued to remove the trousers. He got them off and folded them neatly and placed them on top of his other things.

He looked towards the still chuckling Master Satan. He pleaded with his eyes not to have to remove the underwear. But Master Satan just continued to chuckle.

With no other option open to him Edward hooked his thumbs in each side of the waist band of his underwear and pushed them down to his knees. He bent over and made sure his right arm was blocking any view of his privates.

He pushed the underwear all the way down to his ankles and then kicked his feet out of them. He bent all the way over and picked them up and placed them on the pile.

He knew he couldn't stay bent over so he stood up dropping his hands to cross in front of his dick, which by the way was beginning to become erect.

Edward was mortified.

He was getting a hard on in front of all these guys. They were going to think he was queer or something. He face began to match his hair again.

He stood there and looked towards Master Satan hoping the man would do something to ease this embarrassment.

"Weasel, Frederick, go dress Slink in his Slave outfit, but give him the initiation first." Master Satan commanded.

Weasel and Frederick came forward quickly. They went straight to Edward who was now officially Slink, a Slave of the Satanista.

Weasel dropped to his knees in front of Slink and Frederick did the same directly behind. Weasel looked up into Slinks eyes and spoke in almost a whisper.

"Move your hands away from your cock and do not put them back there. You will be severely punished if you do."

Slink moved his hands away from his dick. It was standing at half mast and Slink felt even more embarrassed if that were possible. But what was to follow was going to cause him the biggest embarrassment.

"Spread your legs wide apart, Slink." Weasel commanded.

Slink, detesting having to do it, never-the-less obeyed.

Then Slink's mortification grew to gigantic proportions. Weasel moved his head forward and took Slink's half erect dick into his mouth and began to suck. Suddenly, Slink's face was a hundred times redder than his hair.

But that was not the end of his mortification, oh no, not by a long shot.

He felt hot breath on his ass and the next thing he knew Frederick was licking around his ass hole. The worst of it was it felt so fucking good. Slink didn't know what to do. Should he laugh, should he cry, or just say fuck it and enjoy.

Well not really having any choice in the matter he decided to say fuck it and enjoy.

Frederick's hot tongue was working all around the rim of Slink's rose bud. Every once in a while the tongue would dart in and hit the rose bud dead center and Slink would feel this most magnificent thrill run through his body.

At the same time Weasel was doing the most fantastic job on Slink's cut cock. That cock was no longer at half mast, it was standing straight up and throbbing like crazy, all seven magnificent inches of it.

Not only that, Slink had started to loose sight of where he was and who was watching. These two men had taken him to sexual heights he had never been before. None of the women he had slept with could suck a dick like Weasel. None of the women he had slept with would ever have licked his ass hole.

Suddenly and unexpectedly both Weasel and Frederick pulled away from Slink at precisely the same moment. Slink had been in the throes of sexual ecstasy. He was now out in the cold. His dick was still throbbing and his balls were full of man juice and he wanted to release that load.

"Get down on the floor on your back." Weasel ordered.

Hoping that they would continue if he obeyed he quickly got down on the cold floor and lay on his back.

"Lift your legs up." Weasel ordered.

"That's it. Now spread your legs wide apart." he continued.

"That's good. Now hold that position until I tell you other wise."

Weasel then positioned himself over Slink's head and squatted down so he was sitting on Slink's chest. He slipped an arm through each of Slinks up raised legs and pulled them up his side, placed his forearms across his chest and locked his hands together.

Weasel had also removed his black leather thong. His seven and a half inch cut cock stood straight out from his groin, in full erection. The big purple head was less than an inch from Slink's mouth.

"Now lick the head of my cock." Weasel ordered.

Slink was disgusted. He didn't want to be licking another man's cock. He wasn't any fucking faggot. He decided that this had gone just a little further than he was prepared to accept.

"I ain't licking your cock so get the damned thing out of my face. I ain't no damned faggot." Slink said in anger.

"Ayiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeee." Slink screamed out in pain as Frederick wrapped a big meaty hand around Slink's nuts and squeezed.

"You will do exactly what you are told, Slink or Frederick will squeeze your nuts until they turn into peanut butter. Understand?" Weasel demanded.

"Please, don't make me suck cock." Slink begged, tears forming in his eyes.

"If I have to ask again, Frederick will start to work on your nuts in earnest, now lick my fucking cock." Weasel demanded.

Afraid that they would carry out the threat, Slink swallowed his pride stuck out his tongue and began to lick the cock head pulsing just above his lips.

Slink's first reaction was one of total surprise. He was amazed at how soft and velvety that head felt against his tongue. He was also surprised that it did not have a bad taste as he had imagined it would.

His first tentative licks developed into stronger more substantial licks. He wanted to lick the shaft to, but couldn't. Weasel was still sitting on his chest so he could only move his head side to side and a little up and down. The most he could manage was the ridge where the glans joined the shaft.

"That's good Slink." Weasel commended.

"Now open up and take the whole head in your mouth and be very careful with you teeth. Just touching the glans with a tooth can be painful." Weasel explained.

Braver now, Slink opened his mouth and the big purple head plopped right in. Slink closed his lips around it and at the same time closed his eyes. He couldn't believe how sexy it felt to have the head of another man's cock in his mouth.

He sucked gently, being very careful to keep his teeth away. At the same time he brushed his tongue back and forth across it. For all of his efforts he suddenly felt his mouth come alive with a rather sweet taste. He had no idea what it was, but he sure as hell liked it.

It was just about at this point that Frederick moved in to complete Slink's initiation into the Satanista's. He had a tube of gel lubricant in his hand and began to lubricate Slink's back door liberally with the stuff.

The tube had a long nozzle designed to be pushed up into an anus. Frederick proceeded to do that very thing. When the tube entered, Slink gave a little jump, but he was not really paying much attention to Frederick. He was concentrating completely on that lovely cock that was filling his mouth.

Now we, dear reader, know that if Slink had been paying attention to Frederick he would have been prepared for what was to come next and might even have been able to save himself a bit of pain. But once a hetro gets a cock in his mouth for the first time he becomes so enraptured with it he forgets everything else.

After lubricating Slink's hole well, Frederick squirted a large glob of the gel into his right hand. He put the tube to the side, placed his hand around his 9 inch, yes you read that correctly, 9 inches of thick, cut cock, and lube it up good.

He moved his cock head up to Slink's rose bud. Rubbed it gently up and down a couple of times and then pushed in with all the force his loins could produce. Master Satan had ordered that this be a full, quick entry.

Slink loving the feeling of that big cock filling his gob hole only gave a slight shiver of pleasure when Frederick rubbed his dick up and down his rose bud. Slink thought it was Frederick's tongue and just sighed with contentment.

That contentment soon turned to a howl of agony as that huge cock drove home.

"Ayiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee." Slink screamed out at the top of his lungs, spitting out Weasel's cock head.

Slink's ass hole felt like it had just been split in two. Well he was partly right, his sphincter was now three times the diameter that it normally was. It had been stretched to the limit and was making sure that Slink was well aware of that fact.

Slink had spit out that beautiful cock, all pleasure forgotten as the pain rolled around through his body in a never ending series of seismic waves, just as the vibrations of an earthquake move through the ground.

"Take it out! Oh gawd take it out. Oh my ass, my ass it hurts or damn it hurts." Slink screamed.

But Frederick did not move a muscle. His dick was all the way home, as deep into Slinks large bowel as it would go. His big balls resting against Slink's ass cheeks. He looked over to Master Satan, waiting for the signal to start humping this virgin ass pussy.

Frederick had nothing against Slink and didn't really want to hurt him, but he got so much pleasure from this. He loved to take an ass cherry in one fall swoop. He hated having to work his way in slowly. Fast and clean, that was his motto, besides the sphincter has not had time to adjust and squeezes tight against the cock. He loved that feeling.

Master Satan waited until Slink stopped his yelling a screaming, then he nodded.

That was the signal Frederick was waiting for. He pulled his big dick all the way out then plunged it right back in again. Slink gave another yell of pain, but that didn't stop Frederick. He had begun a slow, rhythmic all the way in all the way out fuck of this virgin ass and he would continue to fuck until either he blew his load or Master Satan gave him the word to stop.

The pain was not as great on that second entry, but it still hurt considerable. When the cock withdrew again, Slink knew for certain it was going to go back in. This time he anticipated the pain and it really wasn't all that bad, the next stroke was even less.

In no time at all that cock pistoning in and out of his ass hole began to feel good to Slink. He opened his mouth and took the head of Weasel's cock back in and carried on from where he left off.

Frederick for his part was very careful not to brush against Slink's prostate. Master Satan had given very explicit orders about that. An initiate, particularly a hetro, was not to be given the thrill of having the prostate, "Cock Massaged," during the initiation.

It was a standing order that the initiate not be permitted to cum. This was a rule that Frederick nor any other Satanista Slave would dare to break. Until he was fully trained Slink would not be permitted to cum unless one of the Master's ordered it.

While Frederick continued to fuck Slink's ass pussy Weasel was giving Slink another cock sucking lesson.

"You are going to have to take my cock down your throat, Slink. This is not a please do it, it is a you will do it. Now it is not difficult, however you must completely relax your throat and your whole body." Weasel explained.

"When the cock reaches a certain point in the back of your mouth, your gag reflex will automatically kick in and you will gag." Weasel paused for a moment to allow that to sink in.

"Now to over come the gag reflex you bring the cock to that point and back it off as soon as you feel the reflex starting. The reflex will stop, at exactly that point you push forward again until it starts then pull back quickly. You do this a few times and then suddenly push right past it. The reflex will lay down and go to sleep. It is that simple." he said with a smile.

"Ready to try?" he asked.

"Yes." was all Slink could manage.

Weasel pulled his arms out from behind Slink's legs. There was no need to keep them held up any longer. Slink would do that himself. If he needed them pushed farther open or back, Frederick could do that.

Weasel took his big cock in his left hand and maneuvered it to Slink's mouth. He guided it in and pushed gently towards the back of Slinks mouth. Slink for his part raised his head slightly.

When the big cock head reached the gag reflex point Slink pulled his head back then moved it forward again then pulled it back. He kept doing this and then suddenly pushed his head as far forward as it would go.

Weasel picking up on that forceful forward motion pushed his hip forward to meet the oncoming head. His big cock slid right down Slink's throat, neat as you please.

Slink couldn't believe it. He actually had a big cock all the way down his throat. It felt like nothing he had ever felt before. He wasn't sure if he liked it or not. But he didn't have time to waste waiting for an answer, he needed to breath.

He pulled his head back and the big cock slid out of his throat and the big head was back in his mouth. He expelled the lung full of air and took in another. He was actually huffing and puffing.

"Slink!" Weasel said, "There is no need to hold your breath like that. When the cock is down your throat just breath normally through your nose. If you keep holding your breath you will be gasping and wheezing like an old man on his last legs."

Slink nodded understanding, pushed his head forward and that big cock slid right down his throat again.

He decided it was time to do what he had watched Weasel do when his cock was down Weasel's throat. He began to face fuck himself on that huge piece of man meat.

The feel of that big cock sliding up and down his throat gave him the most incredible erotic feelings. He was now impaled on two large dicks and was enjoying them both. He wondered what his friends would say if they could see him right now. They would probably ostracize him that is for sure, he thought.

When this was all over he was going to have to ask Weasel what that sweet taste was he kept getting. He loved it, just couldn't get enough of it.

Although Slink didn't know it he had two more things to experience during his initiation. He had completely forgotten about what happens when you rub a cock long enough. Well that little surprise was about to be unveiled.

Weasel could feel his balls getting ready to discharge his load. He nervously looked towards Master Satan, praying that he would be given permission to unload. If he wasn't given permission and he shot he would be severely punished.

The main problem was that he was close to cumming and could not stop Slink with out approval from Master Satan. Although an amateur, Slink was doing a mighty fine job and if he continued the way he was going, Weasel would shoot his load in just a minute or two.

Weasel's eyes were begging when he looked to the Master. Master Satan looked into Weasel's eyes and knew the boy was ready to cum and was requesting permission.

Weasel was a damned good slave and Master Satan liked him. He really didn't want to hang the boy and beat the shit out of him so he smiled and gave a nod.

A big sigh of relief escaped from Weasel's lips. It was only audible to Slink. Slink opened his eyes to see what was up, all he could see was a big smile on Weasel's face, there was nothing else of interest so he closed his eyes again.

If Slink had been a regular dick licker he would have had plenty of warning that a hot load of man juice was about to come shooting out of Weasel's piss slit.

Weasel's nuts had risen to the top of their hot little sack and were pressing against Slink's chin. Weasel's dick had suddenly grown slightly larger and harder. A barely perceptible tremor began at the root of that hot, pulsing phallus and worked it's way all the way to the tip of the cock head.

If Slink had known about these things he would have been prepared when that hot juice suddenly squirted into his mouth just as he was about to take that dick down his throat on an inward plunge.

The hot juice bathed the back of Slink's mouth, quickly filling the remainder of the orifice not already filled by the huge dick firmly lodged there.

Slink had already started the forward lunge and that hot dick plunged deep into Slink's throat where it unleashed a second shot of hot man juice.

The slightly bitter, acrid taste of Weasel's cum had barely had time to rest against Slink's taste buds before that huge cock head was back in Slink's mouth and blowing yet a third load of the sticky white fluid.

Slink's mouth was full and without thinking he began to swallow. It was while he was swallowing that his taste buds caught up with what had been happening. Slink was not a happy camper. He suddenly realized what Weasel was shooting into his mouth and he didn't like it one little bit.

Slink did not like the idea of swallowing another man's cum and Slink had just found out that he didn't much like the taste of cum either. However Slink had absolutely no choice in the matter. Just as he was about to try and spit the cum in his mouth out, Weasel's pubs pushed up against his mouth and prevented such a response.

At the same time Weasel's balls were unloading yet another load of the hot white stuff deep down in Slink's throat. Before Slink could even think, the cock was back in his mouth and another shot filled his oral cavity.

As the big phallus started back down into Slink's throat it took a great deal of the mouth cum with it, stuck to the shaft. Then Weasel's pubs were pushing against Slink's mouth preventing him form spitting.

Slink finally gave up trying to do anything and just let that cock spew its contents wherever it wanted. Slink just kept swallowing.

At just about this time Frederick's nuts decided to empty their contents into Slink's large bowel. Slink suddenly felt a hot sensation deep inside his gut. Then he began to here a sloshing sound as Frederick continued to fuck his ass pussy.

Both Satanista Slaves continued to screw Slink's mouth and ass until their nuts were dry. At which point they pulled away from the young man that up until now had been a hetro sexual male.

What Slink did not know, even at this moment after having in effect been raped by these men, was that he would never have sex with a women again. His Satanista Master's forbid his having sex in any form except where, when and with whom they chose. They had a very effective method to ensure compliance, and Slink was not going to like it one little bit.

As the two men got up and moved away from him, Slink lay on the ground panting. His own dick was still hard as a rock and pulsing madly in rhythm with his heart beat. His breathing was shallow and raspy.

He lay very still just trying to regain his composure. He desperately wanted to get his nuts off but didn't dare to touch his own dick.

"Slink!" Master Satan yelled. "Get your miserable ass over here."

Slink heard the yell and jumped right up. He spied Master Satan and ran right to him. Just as he got there he remembered what he had seen the other slaves do when called. He dropped to his knees, bent his head to the floor and said, "How may I serve you, Sir?"

"It is time for you to do your demonstration. Let us see if this carpet cleaning system is any good or just another fast buck scheme. Do you honestly believe that your carpet cleaning system will clean that carpet?" he asked.

"I honestly don't know Master Satan, Sir. But I have seen it take out some pretty stubborn stains. I have never had an unsatisfied customer, Sir." Slink said still looking down at the floor.

"That sounds good enough for me. We will try it. Weasel, Frederick get Slink properly dressed and bring him up to 4 to give the demo, you have 15 minutes." so saying, Master Satan turned and left the room.

All of the Master's followed.

When the room was empty Weasel told Slink to follow them and he and Frederick exited the room by another door. This led into a smaller room with a cot and cupboards on all the walls.

"Sit on the bed, Slink, we don't have much time." Weasel ordered.

Slink went over and sat on the bed, his dick still sticking out straight in front, leaking precum. His balls were beginning to feel tight and were wanting release. Frederick was the first to approach him he had a small plastic bag in his hand.

"Stand up for a few moments Slink. We must get rid of that hard on." Frederick said.

Slink stood up and Frederick got down on his knees in front of him. He lifted the small plastic bag and placed it around Slink's dick and balls. The bag contained crushed ice and the cold startled Slink.

"Shit, that's cold, what are you doing?" he yelped.

"The cold will make you flaccid. You will not be permitted to cum for at least a day or two and we must get rid of this hard on, so stand still. It will only take a minute." Frederick explained.

"I can't cum for a day or two, but my nuts are full and will be aching like hell within an hour or so." Slink complained.

"Well all I can say is get used to it, Slink. The Master's decide when a Slave will cum. Until they give you permission you hold it." Frederick went on.

"I am never going to be permitted to leave am I?" Slink asked.

"No Slink, you are now a Satanista Slave and you belong to the organization. You will never be permitted to leave, however if you work hard and prove yourself, you could become a Master. But until then obey or be punished. They will not hesitate to string you up like Pinky should you fail to obey." Weasel cut in.

Slinks dick had become almost instantly flaccid from the application of the crushed ice. Frederick pulled the crushed ice away from Slink's genitals, stood up and went to a cupboard. Weasel took his place in front of Slink. He had a warm towel which he used to dry Slinks dick and balls.

Frederic returned with a weird looking contraption it looked like a small bird cage. But it seemed to have wire mesh instead of iron bars. It was hinged and opened across the center.

"This is a chastity cage, Slink. It can not be removed except with a special key that is held by the Master. In your case that will be Master Satan. Now spread your legs apart and hold still. This will not hurt unless you are moving around and we pinch some skin closing it up." Frederick ordered.

With no choice in the offing, Slink spread his legs. He didn't want that thing attached to his dick, but he didn't want to be whipped to death either. The cage was much preferable.

Frederick knelt down in front of him. He grasped both Slink's balls and his cock and placed them into one side of the cage. He closed the cage and they all heard the click of the snap lock built into the cage.

"Here put this on." Weasel said handing Slink a black leather cod piece.

Slink had no trouble figuring out how to put it on. Frederick had snapped a chastity cage on his own cock and balls and was in the process of replacing his own cod. Slink watched closely and did the same. Weasel was in the process of doing the same thing.

With the cod on, the cage did not bulge out anymore than a normal cock would do. Slink now realized that all of the Satanista Slaves had to wear one of these chastity cages and the cod piece was designed to hide it.

Weasel then told Slink to get back into his white outfit and that he had better hurry, their 15 minutes were almost up.

Slink quickly got himself back into his white suit, minus his black, happy face undies, he stuffed those in the pocket of his trousers. The three young men then hurried to the stairs and climbed them as quickly as they could.

Slink found out later that Slaves never got to use the elevator unless a Master invited them in.

They hurried down the dimly lit hallway to room 4, Weasel led the way. When he got to the door he knocked gently and waited for a command to enter.

The command came and he opened the door. Again all of the Master's were present. The white rug with all of it's gross stains extracted under agonizing pain from Pinky, lay on the floor in the middle of the room.

All three of the hoses that Slink would need to clean the rug had been rolled up and were resting against the wall in the hallway. He didn't touch anything, just followed Weasel into the room.

"Ah, The Friendly Carpet Cleaning man is back." Master Satan smiled.

"Are you ready to begin the demonstration Slink?" he asked.

"Yes Master Satan, Sir." he answered looking down at the floor as he had seen the other slaves do.

"Good. Begin." he ordered.

"Weasel could we get those hoses inside. I am going to have to go out and turn on the..........oh shit!" Slink suddenly exclaimed.

"What is the problem?" Master Satan demanded.

"Well Sir, before we went down stairs I started up the motor that runs the carpet cleaning machine. It has been running all this time and is probably out of gas by now. It only has a small gas tank, Sir." Slink explained.

"Master Satan, Sir. It is ok, Sir." Frederick said.

"I had one of the household slaves turn off the motor after we went downstairs, Sir." Frederick said.

"Good thinking Frederick. That will earn you one credit." Master Satan smiled.

"Thank you, Frederick." Slink said. "But I will have to go out and start it up again to run the equipment."

"It is ok, Slink. I will send one of the slave's out to do it." Frederick said turning and leaving the room.

Slink wanted to protest, but thought better of it. It would seem you only did what you were told around here or suffered the consequences.

While he waited for Frederick to get the motor running he prepared the equipment. The cleaning machine looked like an up right Hoover vacuum cleaner. The only real difference was the absence of the large collector bag. In it's place the three hoses from the truck were plugged into a special board near the cleaning heads.

Suddenly the green light that indicated the unit was operational came on.

"Well here goes nothing." Slink said silently to himself.

He rolled the machine to the carpet and flicked the switch that stared the cleaning wheel turning. He pushed the machine up onto the carpet and squeezed the handle that would squirt the cleaning solution directly onto the carpet.

He decided that this carpet was so dirty it would need a good dose of the solution so he held that handle tightly open and moved the machine back and forth across the carpet. Some of the stains began to disappear right away. The blood stains started to turn brown and then yellow and then they were gone.

The Master murmured in surprise and moved in for a closer look. Sure enough, the blood stains were all disappearing before Slink even began to really scrub the rug.

Hell even some of the shit stains were starting to vanish. Slink felt his heart beating faster. He was very, very relieved. He was going to be able to get this carpet whiter than before the damned stains were added.

After he had the carpet well soaked with the solution he began to scrub the rug with the rotating brush. The brownish stains began to move around. But everyone could see that they were disappearing.

Slink continued to run the machine all over the carpet, every once in a while giving it another shot of the solution. The rug was slowly turning white again. The blood stains, the shit stain, the vomit stains and piss stains were all disappearing.

When he figured he had worked it well enough he turned on the vacuum and began to suck up all the shit crap and corruption that was still stuck to the rug. By the time the vacuuming was finished the carpet was almost back to it's normal whiteness. However, it still was not perfectly clean. That did not bother Slink at all.

He simply turned on the solution again and covered the rug, then started the scrubber and scrubbed it some more. Then a second vacuuming was undertaken. The rug was perfectly white again, no trace of any of the crude from Pinky's body was visible.

Slink wasn't finished yet. The rug still had to be rinsed. He pulled the rinse handle and clear warm water began to spray onto the rug, at the same time the vacuum sucked it back out of the rug along with any residue. Slink ensured he had made at least a dozen passes over all parts of the rug before he declared it clean.

He shut off the machine and moved it away from the rug. He went over to Master Satan's side, got down on his knees and looked down at the floor.

"Master Satan Sir, I believe the rug to be perfectly clean and free of any stains, Sir. Would you care to inspect it, Sir?" he asked humbly.

Master Satan placed a hand on Slink's head and said, "No, I don't think that will be necessary Slave Slink. You have proven yourself to us. We shall give you and your company the largest carpet cleaning contract they have ever had."

Slink's heart jumped for joy. He would make a killing from this contract. Perhaps it was time to take a small vacation. The bonus from this contract would probably pay for a couple of weeks in Hawaii or one of those other exotic places, he was thinking.

The only problem was that Slink had forgotten that he was no longer Edward. He was now Slink, a Satanista Slave. He would not be taking any vacation, now or ever.

The end......or is it just the beginning?

This story � by Rob Allie, 2003, all rights reserved.

I would love to hear your comments, send me an email. Please use the story title in the subject box so I will know to which story you are referring. Should the mail form fail to open send an email to: [email protected]