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Codes:
m/f, m+/f+, f/m, f+/m+, transgender, chastity belt, latex, bondage, mc, nc,
modification, Torture, cbt, lactation, snuff, extreme, watersports, femdom,
enema, slavery, ponygirl
Story
Description
There exists in this wide
and wonderful world a wide diversity of people. This is a story of a group of
men and women who take great delight and sexual pleasure in the ownership,
abuse, and humiliation of others. Their organization is known simply as The
Club.
The Club is multinational in
scope. They own clubs, ranches, resorts and even some whole islands around the
world. The Club even owns and operated gated communities where its members
could live their lifestyle 24/7.
Author’s Note: The Club is
actually a series of short stories bound together by a common theme. That there
is an organization simply known as The Club. It is very large and powerful and
exists to allow dominant people to practice their lifestyle in environments
that are safe from the prying eyes of the world as a whole. Each chapter will depict
a small segment in the lives of the masters and the slaves of the
organization. I have more chapters in
the works and will post them as they are ready. I would appreciate any comments
and reviews as they will let me know what parts are popular. Your input will
help determine the content of future parts of this saga.
Chapter 1 – Life at home
Katie arrived home from
school with her sister Dana and went around to the rear of the house. They
entered what would normally be called the mudroom but in the house it was
called the dressing room. The girls began removing their school uniforms so
that they could change into the outfits that their mother had laid out for
them. Their mother had not chosen the outfits, their father had, and Bob
Hallier had definite ideas of how his girls should dress.
For Katie, Bob had decided
on latex French Maid outfit. It was cut low in the front with a very short
skirt. It also included the obligatory collar, cuffs, and locking high heels
with the attachment rings. Dana’s outfit was much simpler, only the collar,
cuffs, and heels.
The maid’s outfit meant that
Daddy was entertaining tonight and that Mommy Sally and the girls would be
heavily used.
Bob Hallier had decided long
ago that although he wanted a wife and daughters in his house, he didn’t really
want to be married or be a father desired to be in control of his household and
was at the core a very dominant man. After several years of searching and
investigating he found the solution. He became a member of an S&M organization
known as The Club and through them was able to relocate to a neighborhood that
was populated by men and women who thought as he did.
Bob purchased a slave to act
as his wife and two more to play his two teenage daughters. Through The Club he
was able to obtain documentation for the three slaves. His wife Sally was 33
years old and his two daughters Katie and Dana were 14 and 15 years old. The
girls attended a very special private school also sponsored by The Club.
Bob had moved into his new
house 10 years ago and now 10 years later he had a 33-year-old wife named
Sally, a 14-year-old daughter named Katie and a 15-year-old daughter named
Dana. Bob had accomplished this apparent feat of suspended animation by trading
in a wife or a daughter when they became too old to realistically play their
part or because he was bored with her.
The other most interesting
thing about the women in his house was that 2 of them weren’t women. Both his
wife Sally and Katie were she males. Bob was often heard to say that the only
real difference between a she male and a real female was that the she males
only had 2 holes to fuck instead of the customary 3 but what the hell, you
could only fuck one hole at a time.
As soon as the girls were
naked they checked the message board for their instructions. They read:
Douche
Enema
Shower
Hair
Makeup
Nails
The girls hurried to
complete their chores and get dressed as Daddy Bob did not tolerate slow and
lazy slaves. Katie hurried to the douche station as she had the most to do.
Under normal circumstances she could skip this station as a she male had no
cunt but this week had been anything but normal. Daddy had sealed her up in a
pair of pussy pants 4 days ago.
Katie sat down on the first
bidet, making sure that the small cock that was the douche nozzle was inserted
into her rubber cunt and pressed the start button. Several minutes later the
station beeped and she got up to move over to the second bidet. The dildo on
this was larger and was inserted into her ass. Pressing the start button began
the first of three enemas. The cock inflated at the base, insuring a good seal
and effectively locking her in position and began filling her. She would be
required to hold the solution for 5 minutes before it was pumped out and she
was filled again.
The shower and makeup
stations were normal and she was finishing her hair and makeup when Dana
finished her shower and sat next to her. They glanced at each other briefly and
then while Dana began to work on her hair, Katie stepped over to the dressing
area.
First Katie put on her waist
cincher. It was cut to lace her down to an 18-inch waist. Daddy had provided a
lacing machine to accomplish this. She attached the laces to the machine and
turned it on. When the cincher closed, the machine stopped automatically. Katie
reached back and released the laces from the machine and tied them off. She
then took the excess and wrapped them around her waist and tied them again.
Next came a black latex garter belt and black thigh high black latex stockings.
She looked hopefully through the remaining garments but Daddy had not included
panties as part of her outfit.
The black latex bra came
next. It was actually more of a shelf than a bra. It held up her D cup breasts
while leaving the tops and her nipples exposed. The shoes that she put on were
stilettos with 6-inch heels and locking ankle straps. The ankle straps also had
rings attached to them so they also served as cuffs.
After she donned her
uniform, cap and apron she locked her wrist cuffs on. By this time Dana had
finished prepping and had her cuffs on too. Both slaves picked up their metal
collars and placed them around their necks and pressed the ends together until
the locks clicked. One last look in the mirror to make sure everything was
perfect and it was time to enter the house proper.
The girls passed through the
kitchen and across the hall to the living room. If neither Daddy Bob nor Mommy
Carol was there to give them instructions, they were to look for written
instructions on the table next to Bob’s chair. But tonight, Bob was sitting in
his easy chair getting a blowjob from Carol. The girls went to their station in
front of his chair and knelt down. They spread their knees and sat on their
heels. Keeping their backs straight they raised their arms and clasped their
hands behind their necks. They would hold this position until Bob told them
what to do. As they had been taught, they kept their eyes down and looked at
Bob’s cock, or in this case the back of Carol’s head as it bobbed up and down.
Bob tapped Carol on the head
and she began sucking in earnest. Very soon He erupted in her mouth and she
swallowed his massive load. Carol cleaned his cock and balls and went over to
the younger slaves and joined them. For although the girls might have to call
her mommy, she was just another slave in Master Bob’s house.
“Bob covered his exposed
genitals with his silk robe. “I’m having some guests over tonight so let’s get
ready. Carol, you and Katie put Dana on the Fuck Station II by the window and
then go in the kitchen and setup the food and drinks. They will be arriving in
about a half hour so you need to get busy.”
Carol rolled the device from
the closet while Katie and Dana waited by the window. Katie assisted Carol
setting up the Fuck Station. When they were done, Dana took her position to be
fastened to it. In the center of the device was a small padded bench, Dana sat
on the bench and lay down on her back. Carol helped her to position herself so
that her shoulders were at the top of the bench and her ass hung over the
bottom. Katie fastened the waist strap and Carol fastened the strap above her
tits. Dana lowered her unsupported head into the Y shaped yoke and Carol locked
her collar to the rings. Dana’s view of the room was now upside down. Katie
placed Dana’s legs into the leg and ankle restraints while Carol did the same
for her arms and wrists. Soon she was locked to the device. The last thing that
Katie did was to reposition the leg restraints to spread Dana wide open. Dana
was now held in a characterization of missionary position. All of her holes
were open and available.
For the rest of the party,
anyone who wanted a quick fuck would just walk over to the hole of his choice
and have at. Although the Fuck Station was designed for males, women could make
use of Dana’s mouth if they wanted to.
In another house in the
neighborhood Mistress Anne Boden was also preparing for tonight’s party at
Master Bob’s. Mistress Anne was reclining in her special lounge chair being
fucked by one of her slaves. The lounge resembled a gynecological chair except
that it was better padded and it had two handles sticking up near her hips. The
slave, who was identified by the tattoo “dick 1” on his forehead, was pistoning
his 10-inch cock in and out of his Mistress’s pussy. He had been fucking his
Mistress for the past 45 minutes and had brought her to 6 orgasms already.
Mistress Anne liked a good
fuck but didn’t like her cunt filled with cum. The rule for male slaves in her
house was that they maintain a constant erection of at least 9 inches and that
they never soil her body with sperm. This was not an easy task, as she required
at least 1 hour of continuous fucking several times a day. To make sure that
she was satisfied and relaxed she maintained a stable of 10 dicks in her house
and to help the dicks maintain control, the last used dick was allowed to fuck
the off-duty maids.
Three orgasms later she was
finally feeling satisfied and she allowed the sweating, trembling slave to
stop. Two of her maids helped her up from the lounge. One of the maids
accompanied her mistress to the bathroom while the other remained in the
relaxation room to clean up.
The maid with the cleaning
duty first went over to “dick” and knelt before him. She began licking all
traces of Mistress’s juices from his thighs, balls and cock. After the strain
of holding back his orgasm for the past hour, this was pure torture since he
was still not allowed to cum. The maids enjoyed this final act of teasing
Mistress’s dicks as payback for the brutal fucking the received when they were
off duty. The maid, like all of the female slaves in the household was a
lesbian.
When the maid was finished
cleaning his cock dick 1 returned to the duty room to join the other 2 dicks to
wait there for Mistress Anne to summon one of them if she needed to relax. The
3 duty dicks were required to maintain their erections at all times. The room
was equipped with video screens that showed non-stop porno and a small stage
where very often they would be treated to a live lesbian show by 1 or more of
the female slaves.
The maid next went over to
the Mistress’s lounge and licked up all of her spendings from the seat, front,
and the floor.
In her bedroom two more
maids greeted Mistress Anne. The maid who had assisted her left the Mistress in
their care and returned to the relaxation room to help clean and prepare it for
its next use. After the room was ready, they would go into the duty room and
assist in the teasing of the duty dicks. The two chambermaids helped their Mistress
bathe and dress for her evening out. The result was a truly regal Mistress in a
fitted leather top, flared leather mini skirt, black stockings, and heels.
Mistress Anne did not wear panties when she went to parties.
The servants that she was
taking to the party met her at the mini-van. She had chosen three maids and one
dick to accompany her tonight. Mistress Anne sat in the middle seat while one
maid drove the van and the rest knelt on the floor in the back.
At
Over on one side of the
dungeon was the holding area. Placed there were 20 cages, 19 of them held a
slave standing upright. The cages measured 2 feet on a side and were 10 feet
tall. The slaves, 11 female and 8 male, were chained with their wrists above
them and their ankles chained to the side of the cage.
Carol and Katie looked at
each other in fear because they knew Master Bob would have the last cage filled
before the entertainment began. Dana was not able to see the empty cage from
her position on the fuck station so she was unaware of the danger. One of them
would be punished tonight.
Master Bob pointed to two of
the maids, “You two, Get Carol ready and
put her in the last cage.” Carol began sobbing as they undressed her and
restrained her in the cage. Now the cages held 11 females, 8 males and 1
shemale.
“We’ll start tonight’s
entertainment with the punishment whipping. We’re going to select 10 of our
guests and hang them from the whipping poles. We have 26 masters and mistresses
here tonight and any or all of you can volunteer to administer the punishment.
Each of volunteers will select 5 tools from our vast selection of whips, crops,
canes and paddles. You will administer 10 strokes on each slave with each of
your selected tools. You are allowed to select a whip to use more than once if
you wish. If a slave faints, we will revive it and continue. If a slave dies,
then we’ll only have 9 left.” Master Bob looked over the room and finished
with, “So, who wants to volunteer?”
Nine Of Master Bob’s guests
joined him and began selecting their whips. Katie and three other maids were
kept busy ferrying their selections to the tables that were set up in front of
the whipping poles. The maids walked past the punishment cages with each of the
whips so that the imprisoned slaves could see what was going to be used on them
before depositing them on the tables.
Now it was time for the
punishers to select their victims. Each of the ten Masters and Mistresses
picked up a small plastic tag attached to a hook and went over to the cages to
mark their selection. Master Bob went straight to Carol and placed his tag on
her cage. One by one the rest of the punishers made their selections. As the
slaves were selected they were removed from their cages and brought over to the
whipping posts. Each slave was made to lie down on the floor with his or her
feet closest to the pole. The dungeon contained five whipping posts that went
from the floor up to the fifteen-foot ceiling. On the top of each post was a
ten foot cross member mounted at its center. At the end of the cross member was
a pulley and from the pulley hung a cable that terminated in a shackle.
The maids quickly attached
four-foot spreader bars to the victim’s ankles and wrists and then one went to
the winch control mounted on the whipping post to lower the cable. The cable
was attached to the spreader bar on the victim’s ankles so that they would hang
inverted. As the victim’s wrists left the floor the second maid attached a
short chain to the spreader bar and locked the other end of the chain to a ring
attached to the floor. Soon all of the slaves were tightly stretched in upside
down spread eagle positions ready for their punishment to begin.
”Before we begin this part
of the entertainment I have a small announcement to make. I had decided to
trade Carol in and get a replacement.” Master Bob now had the attention of
everyone present. “You can imagine my surprise when I was informed that it
would actually cost more to ship her back to The Club than her trade in value
was. With our party coming up I decided to just order her replacement and sign
Carol here up for all of our entertainment sessions, well at least all she
survives anyway.” All of the guests chose to laugh at Bob’s joke and all of the
slaves shivered in fear knowing that the same thing could happen to them.
It took three days of
torture for Carol to die.
Chapter 2 – Human Dairy
Farming
Master Jim was on his way to
a meeting with two of The Club’s R&D members. Master Mark and Mistress
Jenna. Jim was in charge of the milking herds at one of The Clubs ranches and
wanted to go over an idea he had had to help improve production. The members of
The Club had, over the years, developed a taste for milk, not cow’s milk but
human milk. Jim ran the milking program and was becoming hard pressed to keep
up with the demand. The second product his program was responsible for was male
sperm.
Jim was currently milking
400 female cows and 400 male bulls at The Ranch and was about to begin an
expansion program to increase his production. He had heard of the latest
developments from the R&D labs on
Master Mark was in charge of
a team that concentrated on the female breast. His team had developed
procedures to increase the size of a woman’s breast several cup sizes. He had
also developed medicines to induce lactation.
Mistress Jenna on the other
hand had just perfected her “jizzbot” project. Her procedures produced males
with larger cocks and balls that remained erect for hours even after
ejaculation and were able to produce large amounts of sperm with every
ejaculation.
Ranch #1, known as The Milky
Way Ranch, was located in
Jim climbed up the boarding
stairs and was greeted by one of the four slave stewardesses at the hatch. She
was dressed in 6-inch heels and a transparent latex mini skirt and halter-top.
“Welcome aboard Slave Ship 3
of The Club Airlines Master Jim. I am slave attendant Penny. I will be assisted
on this flight by slave attendants Kim, Barbi, and Donna. We are at your
service and will do anything to make your trip enjoyable.” The sexy slave girl
curtsied and kept her eyes downcast while she delivered her welcome speech. “We
will be on the ground for about another 30 minutes while they load cargo and
then we will be taking off for our next stop. Our total flight time will be 12
hours with 3 additional stops for cargo. You will be the only Master aboard
this flight.” Penny gestured towards the cabin area and asked. “Master Jim,
would you care to select your seat for the flight?”
Jim selected a seat by a
window and waited while the slave attendants undressed him for the flight. He
spent the rest of the journey thinking and having sex with the slaves.
When the jet landed at
Jim appreciated the rule
that no motor vehicles were allowed on the island so that the taxis were all
carriages pulled by teams of pony girls or pony boys. He strolled over to the
pink taxi sign and got into the first carriage in line. “Take me to the Island
R&D Facility driver.”
The slave driver of the
carriage waited until Jim was seated and nodded to him that she had heard the
destination. She was not able to answer him back because of the large pink ball
gag that was locked in her mouth. She picked up her whip and began laying
stripes on the asses of the 4-pony girl team that was harnessed to the
carriage. Jim spent the trip to the facility watching the rolling motion of the
pony girl’s asses offset by the swaying motion of the tails that were attached
to the butt plugs they wore.
All too soon the pleasant
ride was over and the carriage pulled up in front of a large 2-story building.
Master Jim stepped out of the carriage and walked over to the entrance to the
building. The taxi driver looked down at the dispatch screen and pressed the
button to indicate that her taxi was available and to wait for orders. Almost
immediately she turned back and whipped her ponies into motion.
The entrance doors were
operated by two slaves, one male and one female, who were nude and cuffed to
the door that was their responsibility. In addition to the slave collar and
cuff each was gagged. As Jim approached, the slaves moved to open the doors.
Once they had them open, they turned to face Jim and spread their legs to
shoulder width and bowed their heads. He passed through the doors into a foyer
with another set of door openers. These doors opened onto a reception area.
Jim walked up to the slave
behind the reception desk. He could see all of her nude body through the
transparent desk. She was strapped to her chair and was wearing a headset. Her
hands were positioned over 2 small keyboards and there was a screen mounted
into the surface of the desk.
“Good Morning Master,
Welcome to The Club’s Research and Development Facility. How may I serve you?”
“I am Master Jim of the
Milky Way Ranch. I have an appointment to see 2 of your research team leaders
tomorrow but I wanted to come over and talk to someone about some ideas that I
have for the slave attendants.”
Jim could see the slave’s
fingers typing on her keyboards. After a moment, she looked back up at Jim.
“Thank you Master. Master Hal is leading our development team for slave
attendants but he is unavailable at this time. I have contacted his assistant,
Mistress Judith, and she is sending a slave to bring you to her office. It will
take several minutes for the slave to arrive, would you like to relax with one
of our slave sluts while you wait?”
Chapter 3 – Life at home -
Continued
Dana woke up as the alarm
was going off and got up and began her morning ritual to get ready for school.
She went into the bathroom to perform her morning douche, enema, and shower.
Thirty minutes later she was seated at her vanity doing her hair and makeup.
Next she began putting on her school uniform. First came the garter belt and
stockings, next the shoes with the 6-inch heels. The blouse was translucent and
had had the top 4 buttons removed and the skirt was blue and white and pleated,
it also only came down to about 2 inches below her ass cheeks. Master Bob, her
“father” agreed with the school that bras and panties were not part of the
slave girl’s school uniform.
Dana rushed to Master Bob’s
room to relieve Katie her slave sister. Katie had spent the night with Bob.
Carol, their “Mother” was being punished in the dungeon so Master Bob had
chosen Katie as his bed partner for the night. Dana needed to take Katie’s
place for the rest of the morning so that she could prepare for school. She
knocked on Bob’s bedroom door and then stood there waiting for his permission
to enter.
“Come in slut.”
Dana entered his bedroom and
quickly looked around before lowering her head and gazing at the floor. Master
Bob or Daddy was sitting on the side of his bed and Katie was kneeling between
his legs with his cock in her mouth. She didn’t see Katie’s head bobbing on
Daddy’s cock so she assumed that he was taking his morning piss in her mouth.
Dana breathed a sigh of relief. At least that chore was taken care of but he
would probably want a blowjob while Katie got ready for school.
Dana went over to the bed
and knelt down next to Katie. She spread her knees and placed her hands behind
her all the while gazing at Daddy’s crotch like she had been taught. “Daddy,
may I stay with you while Katie gets ready for school?”
“Of course you can little
cunt, rubber cunt why don’t you run along. Be very quick getting ready because
Mommy is still being punished in the dungeon so you girls will have to take
care of breakfast by yourselves and you don’t want to be late for the bus.” Bob
had nicknamed Dana little cunt just after he purchased her because she was very
tight and it hurt her when he fucked her both in the pussy and in the ass.
Katie, being a shemale, was originally called no cunt but Bob had changed her
nickname about 3 weeks ago to rubber cunt. That was when he removed her
chastity tube and sealed her crotch up in latex pussy pants.
Chapter 4 – June’s
Punishment
“Attention all Masters and
slaves. This session if The Club’s tribunal is now called to order.” Master
Wayne struck the strike plate with his gavel. “Master Bailiff, will you please
present the first case for the court?”
“Of course your Honors.”
Master Tom, the Court’s Bailiff picked up 4 folders from the large stack in
front of him. He when up to the judges and handed the first folder to Master
Wayne. He then handed the next 2 folders to the other judges, Master Rick and
Master Bill. The Bailiff next took the 4th folder to the Prosecutor.
Master Tom returned to his desk and opened a folder and read the first part.
“Will the guards bring the prisoner slave june before the court?”
On the side of the courtroom
stood a large cage with 20 slaves shackled in it. Four guards were stationed by
it. At the Bailiff’s request, two of the guards went to the cage door and unlocked
it. The other two guards stood back from the door with tasers and cattle prods
at the ready. “slave june, step to the door!”
A brunette woman worked her
way through the packed bodies and waited by the cage door. One of the guards
opened the door while the other reached in and grabbed the chain connecting her
collar to her waist belt and pulled her out of the cage. June’s gasp of pain at
the rough treatment was muffled by the clang of the door being slammed shut.
The guards each grabbed an arm and dragged the frightened slave girl to another
smaller cage. Opening the door at the back of the cage, they pushed her in and
locked the door.
The court paused to gaze at
the lovely slave presented before them. June was a sexy little brunette. Her 5
foot 5 inch frame boasted a pair of 36C breasts, a tight little waist and an
absolutely fantastic ass. Her 19-year-old body was in perfect shape and was
showing surprisingly little wear and tear despite having been a slave of The
Club for 2 years. Around her neck was a steel collar and she wore a matching
belt around her waist. Her steel wrist and ankle cuffs were connected by 6 inch
chains and a third chain ran from her collar to her wrist cuffs, to her belt
and on down to her ankles. Her nipples, clit, and labia were pierced with rings
to complete her uniform.
“slave june is charged with
being slow to react to a Master’s cock presented to her mouth while performing
in a lesbian sex show. Master Tobias had to wait more than a minute before the
slut began sucking him.” The prosecutor, Mistress Bea read the charges to the
court. “We are charging the slut with disobedience and ask the court to punish
her severely.”
The judges opened the
folders before them and began reading the details of her crime. June and sue
had been assigned to provide a lesbian sex show on one of The Club’s
mini-stages. When Master Tobias came over june was on all fours with her cunt
pressed down on sue’s face. Slave sue was in the process of bringing june to
orgasm after orgasm with her talented lips and tongue when Master Tobias
presented his cock to june for sucking. For over a minute Master Tobias waited
until the presence of his hard cock finally penetrated the orgasmic haze she
was in and she finally took him into her warm wet mouth. Master Tobias had
added a statement at the end saying that once she did become aware of him she
did give an excellent blowjob.
June was shivering in fear
as the judges perused the evidence before them. Disobedience to a Master was a
serious crime in the world of The Club. The judges could impose any sentence
they wanted to, even to have her tortured to death for what she had done. After
about 5 minutes the judges seemed to have come to an agreement.
“Slave june, your act of
disobedience to Master Tobias demonstrated unacceptable slave behavior, and the
fact that you were being brought to orgasm does not mitigate the seriousness of
your crime.” As chief Justice, Master Wayne began reading the sentence. “It is
obvious that you allowed your cunt to distract you from your true duties as a
pleasure slave. It is there fore the decision of this court that you be
sentenced to enema training. During your training, you will be tested to see if
you still allow what is happening to your body to distract you from your duty. Upon
successful completion of your training we further sentence you to be delivered
to one of The Club’s ranches where you will be trained as a pony girl.” With
that pronouncement, Master banged his gavel signifying the end of the case.
While the bailiff noted the
sentence in june’s file, the two guards released her from the cage and escorted
the swooning slave slowly out of the courtroom. The guards deposited june in a
holding cell to wait until someone from the Punishment Section came to collect
her. She sat on the small bench in the cell crying.
Some time later june became
aware of her cell door opening. Looking up, she saw a woman in what passed for nurse’s
uniform at The Club. She wore her hair in a ponytail and a nurse’s cap was
pinned to her hair. Covering her breasts was a white rubber bra with nipple
holes revealing that her nipples were pierced with small golden rings. Hanging
from one ring was a medallion with a red cross and from the other was a name
tag that read “nurse fay” She wore an extremely short tight miniskirt also in
white rubber. Below the hem of the skirt were 2 black rubber tubes hanging
down. One terminated with a black inflation bulb and the other plugged. Four
rubber garters came down each leg to attach to the tops of the white rubber
stockings that she wore and on her feet were white high-heeled shoes that were
at least 6 inches high. Behind nurse fay were three other women dressed in the
same uniform, one was carrying a medium sized metal case and the other two were
pushing a wooden chair mounted on a wheeled platform.
“Stand up slut, its time to
get you ready and take you over to the enema clinic to start your training.”
Nurse fay wasted no time after her team entered the holding cell. Nurse celeste
placed the case she was carrying on the bench and opened it. She handed a key
to fay who began unlocking and removing all of june’s shackles. Celeste handed
a tube of something to the other nurses who bent over the chair. June watched
the 2 nurses by the chair and noticed that there was a butt plug mounted on the
seat and they were spreading the contents of the tube on it. June knew that
very soon that plug would find its way up her ass.
“Time to sit you on your
throne slave. As you can see it has a nice little butt plug for your slave ass.
Now are you going to be a good slave and take your seat or are we going to have
to make you?”
With odds of four to one
they would have no problem forcing her into the chair so june decided to
cooperate and maybe save herself some extra pain. Reluctantly, she stepped up
on the wheeled platform and backed into the chair. It took a little maneuvering
to position the tip of the butt plug at the rosette of her ass, but soon she
was perched over the butt plug ready for her impaling. Taking a deep breath and
attempting to relax her ass she allowed herself to slowly sink down on the
lubricated plug. She felt small sparks of pain as the widest portion of the
butt plug pushed its way past her sphincter, but that passed quickly as soon as
it was fully seated deep in her rectum.
No sooner was june fully
seated and the four nurses began to quickly strap her down in the chair. Very
soon she had straps at her ankles, knees, across her upper thighs, above and
below her breasts, around her neck, and on her wrists, elbows and upper arms.
The two unnamed nurses took up position behind her and nurse fay stood directly
in front of her. Fay reached out her hand to the side and nurse celeste handed
her a ball gag. “I’m going to put this on you for 2 reasons. One, so that you
won’t be tempted to try and speak since that would earn you punishment and two,
it will force you to breathe through your nose. I’ll explain why that is
important in a little while. The plug that you have up your ass is the smallest
we use at the clinic, its only 4 inches long and 1 ½ inches in diameter. It
should be quite comfortable. Be thankful that we’re starting you out easily. We
felt that we could start out slowly since there is no time limit for your
training. Speaking of your training, we might as well get started. You are
seated on one of our transport chairs, whenever we have to move you to another
location you will be strapped down on one of these. It is also our policy that
since you are with us for enema training, we should never miss an opportunity
to continue it. Fitted under and behind the chair is a pump and one or more
containers.”
Nurse fay grabbed june by
the chin and dug into her jaw with her fingers until june opened her mouth, she
then jammed the ball gag into her open mouth and fastened it behind her head.
“I promised to tell you about the second reason for the ball gag. When we fill
you with an enema, if you are able to breathe through your mouth and delay and
lessen the effect of the cramping that occurs during the retention process.
This defeats the purpose of a punishment enema since we want you to feel the
pain of the cramping. We’re going to fill you with a 3 quart enema before we go
to the clinic. Three quarts may seem like a lot to you now but I assure you
that at the clinic it is considered a reward to only receive that little. For
your first filling we’re not even going to add any additional chemicals such as
mentholated oil or chili oil to the mix.” Nurse celeste handed fay a remote
control and fay made quite a show of pressing one of the buttons. Beneath her
fay felt the vibration of the pump activating and felt the water of her first
enema enter her ass. After several minutes she was beginning to feel very full
and uncomfortable. She began crying into her gag trying to beg the smiling
nurse to stop the seemingly unending flow of liquid into her bowels.
“Silly little slave girl,
you shouldn’t be crying and begging so soon, why you’ve only received the first
quart, and there are two more to go. I guess I should have told you that once
we start and enema, we don’t stop until you’ve been filled with the whole
thing.”
Ten minutes passed and june
finally felt the vibrations from the pump stop. She felt totally miserable, her
abdomen filled to bursting and already she was feeling the first twinges that
heralded the cramps to come. The warm water in her and the pain were making her
sweat. And to top it off her new mistress nurse fay had told her that this was
the smallest, kindest enema she would be forced to take. At this rate, she
wouldn’t have to worry about becoming a pony girl; the enema training would
kill her!
Without a word, nurse
celeste packed up her case and joined nurse fay in front of her. Both women
turned and exited the holding cell. The other two nurses began pushing the
platform containing the enema transport chair and one miserable slave and
followed them. For the next 30 minutes the procession traveled through a maze
of corridors. Finally they came to a large yellow door, nurse fay entered a
code on the keypad and the door opened and the procession entered the Enema
Training Clinic.
They wheeled her into a
white tiled room off of the main corridor and left her there. The pain from the
enema and the cramping distracted june so she was unable to notice the details
of the room. She had an impression of a bright white large room with chrome and
porcelain fixtures. All she knew was that she sat there in pain moaning behind
her gag.
About an hour later, the
nurses returned to their patient. June had no idea how long she had been left
alone because there were no clocks in the area that she could see. As a matter
of face there were no clocks any where in the room or any windows. After all a
slave has no need to know what time it is, since they are on duty 24 x 7 one
hour is much like another. Before june was allowed to release her enema the
nurses gave her a test. It covered her trip from the tribunal to the clinic,
how many left turns, how many right turns, how many doors, what colors were corridors
and doors, etc. Not surprisingly, june got all of the questions wrong. That was
when nurse fey informed her of the rules of her new life. For every wrong
answer she would receive a punishment and for failing the test a larger
punishment. Also The Club did not have an enema clinic, what they had was a
watersports clinic. She was only one of many trainees here but she above all
others had been sentenced to the harshest training program.
Nurse fay pressed a button
on the remote and june almost cried with relief as the enema was slowly pumped
from her ass.
“Well that’s enough for now
don’t you think slave? Now its time to put our little slave girl to bed. When
we wake you we’ll begin your first day in our care and you have all of those
punishments to look forward to.”
Fay and celeste began
unstrapping the girl from the transport chair and when she was free, they each
took an arm and lifted june off of the butt plug that had been a part of her
for the last few hours. They led june over to a medical exam table and soon had
her positioned on it. Her hands were raised over her head and placed in cuffs
attached to the table. Straps were fastened above her breasts and around her
waist. From under the table the two nurses each retrieved an out rigger for
june’s legs and soon they were mounted and her legs were strapped fast at the
knees and ankles.
Celeste rolled a small table
over to the slave’s bed and each woman reached over and donned a pair of latex
gloves. Fay picked up a plastic bag and removed what looked like a coil of
tubing. Meanwhile celeste pressed a control on the side of the exam table and
june was raised to a reclining position. She giggled and said “Just so you can
get a good view of the rest of your preparations.” June recognized the item in fay’s hand as a Foley
catheter. “Don’t you dare pee until we get this into you bitch or there will be
more punishments added to your list. I don’t want to have to clean up your
piss.” Fay dipped the end of the catheter into a jar of liquid and proceeded to
insert it into june’s urethra. The catheter felt uncomfortably large as it
slowly forced its way in and when it
reached the entrance to the poor girl’s bladder, june felt a sharp stab of
pain. While june moaned and cried behind her gag fay finished pushing the
catheter home. Holding the catheter tube with one hand she pumped up the
balloon at its tip and when she was satisfied, gave the tube a tug to seat the
devilish device. Urine began to flow down the tube but fay quickly added a
clamp to stop the flow. She connected the other end of the catheter to a box
mounted under the exam table and pressed a button to activate the pumping
station before she removed the clamp. The introduction program in the pumping
station was designed to remove small amounts of urine at random intervals. Nurse
fay had set the amount at about 2 ounces.
Celeste had her turn now,
she readied 4 syringes and proceeded to inject them into june’s tits. One shot
was given through the side of the breast and the second shot was delivered
through the nipple. “I hope you always wanted big tits sweaty.” There was an
evil smile on celeste’s face as she delivered the shots. “Because that’s what
you’re going to get. These shots are going to grow those little C cups of yours
into E’s. And as an added bonus, you’re going to be brought to milk. We should
be able to get a couple of quarts a day out of you.”
Within minutes, june felt a
burning and a tightening in her boobs. As the burning grew she could see her
breasts turn red. She wasn’t sure but her boobs seemed bigger and they were
definitely more tender, especially her nipples. “Don’t worry honey, its going
to take several more sessions to get your udders where we want them and you
won’t need milking for a couple of weeks” Nurse celesta reached over and got a
tube of some kind of ointment from the table. “I’m just going to massage this
into your tits now. It will help keep the skin soft and expandable. We want
your tities to stay pretty while they grow.” June couldn’t believe the pain she
felt when celeste began massaging in the ointment.
“Enough with your tits, we
have lots more to do to you before we can all go to bed.” Fay’s statement made
june pay attention to the area between her legs where the statuesque nurse
stood. In her hand she was holding a butt plug with 2 hoses attached to it. One
of the hoses ran under the exam table to the pumping station and the other was
about 1 foot long and terminated in a pump bulb. The plug was black and
glistened in the lights of the room. “I’ve already lubed this up so we can just
pop this baby up your ass.” Nurse fay’s hands disappeared from view and june
felt the tip of the butt plug nuzzling the rosette of her asshole. With firm
even pressure, fay forced the plug into her ass until it was fully seated. She
began pumping the bulb in her hand and june could feel the monster expanding in her ass. It quickly grew to the
point where it filled her completely and fay continued pumping. June’s moaning
and cries became more strident until finally just as she believed that her ass
was going to be split open fay stopped. There was no way that monster was going
to leave her ass without being deflated. “And now for our last hole. We have
something really special for your cunt we call it Mr. Pounder.” Fay reached
down and brought up a large 10 inch dildo attached to a bracket like frame. As
she attached the bracket to the exam table she began to describe the features
of the toy. “First of all this is not just your passive cunt plug. I hope you
noticed that there are 5 tubes attached to this baby. Two of the tubes are for
thrusting and withdrall, that’s right, this baby is going to fuck you. One of
the tubes will squirt lube in your cunt to keep you nice and wet for your new
lover, one squirts cum, and one is to give you a douche. Now let’s get him calibrated
so he can begin giving you the fuck of your life.” Fay touched a control and
the head of the cock sprayed a fine mist of warm lubricant onto her pussy. “The
dildo has small capillary tubes all over it so when it sprays lube it also
coats the entire surface of the cock.” Pressing a second control the cock moved
forward towards june’s defenseless pussy. Fay made some adjustments to the
bracket until the mechanical cock was lined up perfectly with her cunt. He
pressed the control again until the head of the cock was just in her pussy.
“That’s the first calibration point. Now we’ll complete the insertion and set
the second.” Slowly the dildo pushed its way into her pussy until, finally, all
ten inches of the brutal prong had been inserted.
June was in real discomfort
now stuffed full of cock in both her pussy and ass. She tried to beg for mercy
but her gag made anything she tried to say unintelligible. She watched as nurse
fay pressed the control again and the monster dildo retracted to its first
position. She tried to express her gratitude to the sadistic nurse but fay just
made a clucking sound with her mouth and told her. “Don’t feel too grateful
little slut, that cock will be fucking you soon enough. That’s when you’ll find
out how Mr. Pounder got his name.”
Fay nodded to celeste and
watched as the second nurse showed the helpless slave her new feeding gag.
Shaped like a penis but only 3 inches long it also came equipped with a mouth
guard that fit behind her lips to seal the gag to her mouth. Celeste removed
june’s ball gag and before june could plead for mercy, shoved in the feeding
gag and locked it to her head. As with the other devices that the nurses had
put in her, this one also had a tube leading under the table to the pump
station. Fay reached under the table and brought out 6 IV needles and tubes and
casually dropped them on the slave’s stomach. Celeste took the first needle and
slowly drove it into the side of june’s left breast. The second needle was
place in the other side of her breast while the third was driven straight
through her nipple. Not pausing for a second, celeste soon had june’s right breast similarly punctured.
“Celeste and I are going to
leave you to your rest now. We will be busy for the next day or so but don’t
worry, you will be well taken care of until we get back to you. All of the
devices we’ve attached to you also serve as sensors and are attached to and
controlled by a computer. We’ve setup and interesting introduction program for
you and we’ll be showing you some training videos. Have fun little slut and
enjoy the ride.”
Chapter 5 – Evaluation
The attendants finished
rolling the last of the transport cages into the chamber and positioned
themselves on both sides of the throne that dominated one end of the chamber.
The other end of the chamber contained 26 transport cages. Each of the 2 foot
by 2 foot by 8 foot cages held a naked man or woman chained in a spread-eagle
position. In addition to the cuffs, each occupant also wore a black ball-gag
and a dull steel collar. Some of the slaves were still unconscious from the
drugs they had been given while they were stripped and had all of the hair
removed below their necks but they were beginning to wake up.
In a small lounge set off
from the main chamber Mistress Rianna waited for all of the chambers occupants
to wake up. She had a lesson to teach and important work to do and she wanted
to make sure her audience was awake and paying attention.
Rianna rose from her chair
and stretched with feline grace, and with her two body slaves, walked into the
evaluation chamber. The occupants of the cages were treated to a vision of
sadistic, dominant loveliness. Her hair long brunette hair was pulled into a
loose ponytail and her perfectly applied makeup could only be described as dramatic.
Her breasts were perfectly moulded by a black leather bra and her muscled
stomach was bare to the waistband of the short flared leather skirt. Garters
ran down her thighs to the black silk seamed stoking tops and her feet were
adorned in knee high black leather boots with 6 inch stiletto heels. She wore
black kidskin leather gloves and carried a black riding crop in her right hand.
She was sleek and sexy and her feline moves only enhanced that impression but
one look into her eyes and you could see the deadly predator she really was.
Her attendants and body
slaves all wore essentially the same uniform with variations to accommodate
their sex. Her 2 body slaves were female and wore black latex catsuits with
cutouts for their breasts, cunts, and asses. On their feet were 7 inch high
heels and on their heads the wore black latex hoods with openings for their
eyes, nostrils and mouths. Their long blond hair was pulled through a small
tube mounted on the top back of their hoods. Their nipples, clit and labia were
pierced and adorned with gold rings and they wore yellow colored metal collars
around their necks. Two of the attendants were male and wore essentially full
coverage catsuits but these came equipped with sheaths and pouches for their 9
inch cocks and large heavy balls. The sheaths had a small opening at the head
of the cock for liquid elimination and the asshole was open too. Their collars
were cream colored. But the most interesting attire was being worn by the last
2 attendants. Essentially their uniform was identical to the body slaves except
that there was the addition in the crotch of a chastity tube locked on a very
male cock and balls. The last 2 attendants were shemales and their collars were
pink. Mistress Rianna liked to display examples of all three of the slave sexes
to the new slaves.
“Welcome sluts and studs,
welcome to the beginning of your lives as slaves of the organization known as
The Club. You are in the evaluation chamber in the training facility her on
Her attendants consulted
their paperwork and then one of the shemales went and retrieved a cage and
rolled it before the mistress. The rest of the attendants positioned them
selves by other cages ready to bring them forward. Mistress Rianna made a
twirling motion with her finger and the attendant slowly spun the cage around
so she could get a good look at the slave.
“My what a pretty slave. I
think there’s only one use for a male that pretty, she’ll make a beautiful
shemale.”
While the first attendant
rolled out the first cage, the second was being pushed into position. This cage
contained a large muscular young man.
“Well I see we’ve been
working out. With a body like that there’s just one place for you, in the
stables as a pony boy. You’ll spend the rest of your days pulling heavy carts
and breeding with the mares. Not a bad life.” With a flick of her hand she sent
him on to his new life.
The next cage held a young
woman, her prominent D cup breasts sealed her fate. “Those big tits of yours
have sent you to the milking herds little one.”
Again and again a caged
slave was rolled in front of the mistress and she pronounced her judgment. Two
more shemales, 3 ponygirls, 3 toilet slaves, 2 jizz bots, 4 sex kittens, 3
field workers, and 6 sent to the torture pens. Finally, the last slave was
wheeled out to her future life. Mistress Rianna released the attendants and
went to the observation room of the training facility. She loved to watch the
new ones as the reality of their slavery was presented to them.
Chapter 6 – Tim – Shemale
Training
“My what a pretty slave. I
think there’s only one use for a male that pretty, she’ll make a beautiful
shemale.”
Tim couldn’t believe his
ears. This strange powerful woman had said that he was a slave and now she
decreed that he was going to be turned into a woman! He tried to scream into
his gag and tell the woman that he was a man. At 19 years of age he had already
fucked several girls. He wasn’t some faggot sissy boy. No matter how much he
struggled or how much he screamed, no one paid any attention to him.
Outside the evaluation
chamber was a small anteroom. In it were 10 men and women in various modes of
dress and undress. All of them looked up as he was pushed through the doorway.
The attendant pushing his cage said one word as he/she turned and re-entered
the evaluation chamber.
“Shemale.”
A woman dressed in a tight
pink latex minidress and pink knee length high heeled boots pressed a pink
button on a control panel on the wall and stepped over to him. She looked him
up and down and smiled. She then positioned herself behind his cage and pushed
him over to another door and waited. After a minute, another girl entered
through the door dressed identically to the one behind him. With the new girl’s
arrival, Tim began his journey.
Tim was in a total state of
shock as the woman behind his cage began pushing his cage out into a hallway.
Two weeks ago he had been a free young man walking down the sidewalk in his
town when he felt a sting on his left ass cheek. He began to feel dizzy but
before he could fall, a man and a woman jumped out of a black van he hadn’t
noticed and grabbed him and forced his helpless body into the open side doorway
of the van. In his dazed state he had the impression of 4 people in the back of
the van. He was quickly stripped naked and bound to one of the chairs placed in
the back of the van. Just before he blacked out, they placed a large ball gag
in his mouth and covered his head with a leather hood. He awoke in the cage he
was in now and was told he was a slave of The Club and would soon be evaluated.
Now he was being pushed down
a series of hallways by a bizarre woman dressed in pink latex to be converted
into a woman! Finally after what seemed like a mile of corridor they arrived at
the entrance to the
Tim prayed that she would
realize that he was a man and would decide that he shouldn’t be made into a
girl. His attendant rolled his cage before the woman. She spent several minutes
examining him with cold eyes.
“My name is HeadMistress
Dianna. During your training you will address me as HeadMistress, Mistress,
HeadMistress Dianna or Mistress Dianna. That is when you are allowed to speak.
You will address you instructresses and nurses as Lady. So there are no
misunderstandings, you are here to be sissified and feminized. When you have
completed the course of training here you will be a very feminine shemale
slave. We don’t want to hear any nonsense out of you about how you are a man
and how we can’t do this to you. To the outside world you are missing, if you
are still alive in seven years we will hold a party when your family and
friends have you declared legally dead. To us you are just slave meat to be
modified and trained to your new duties in life. You will do anything that I or
your trainers order you to do quickly and happily. Failure of any kind will be
swiftly and severely punished.” Headmistress Dianna reached out and took a
clipboard from one of the trainers and spent several minutes examining him and
whatever documentation she had.
“Mistress Rianna was right,
you will make a beautiful girl. The first step in your conversion is to give
you your new name, a nice girly name to go with what you are to become. Becky,
what is the next name on our girly list?”
“Mistress, the next name on
the girly list is Debi, Mistress.”
“Right, Debi it is, and with
a little heart to dot the I, I think Did you hear that slave? Your name is now
Debi. That is the only name you will acknowledge until your Master or Mistress
changes it. It will make your training time easier and much less painful if you
accept your new name and feminine identity. On that note, lets get Debi started
on her new life. Room 12 is open, Tami advanced to stage 2 so take our little
sissy to be down there and get her started.”
The two attendant/trainers
curtseyed to the HeadMistress and said in unison “HeadMistress, Yes,
HeadMistress” and they rolled the transport cage containing the new sissy debi
to room 12. Room 12 was completely covered in pink tile. It appeared to be a
combination medical examination room and holding cell. One side of the room was
a holding cell equipped with a chair, a cot and a toilet and sink combination.
The rest of the room looked like a gynecology exam room but with a huge amount
of cabinet space. Tim/Debi shivered in his/her cage wondering what was going to
happen now.
The pink latex clad trainers
did not waste any time starting the new sissy on her introduction to her new
life. One of the trainers went over to one of the cabinets and retrieved a tray
containing several syringes, an alcohol bottle and a bowl with cotton balls in
it. She set the tray down on a small wheeled table near the medical exam bed,
while the other proceeded to unlock the door to Tim/Debi’s cage.
“Listen up sissy, I am Lady
Becky, one of your instructresses and she,” the trainer unlocking his/her cage
pointed to the woman with the tray, “is Lady Betti. Now lets get your training
started.”
Lady Betti picked up one of
the cotton balls and poured some alcohol over it and selected one of the
syringes. Walking over to the cage holding the fearful slave, “So we don’t have
any difficulties this early in your training, I’m going to give you a shot. It
will make you more obedient to our orders and less likely to react badly to
what we are going to do to you. This is one of the special compounds developed
by The Club.” And proceeded to swab his/her arm and inject the contents of the
needle. “Its going to take about 10 minutes for the compound to take effect.
Its called Obey14 by the way, and as soon as you are ready, we will begin.”
Now it was Lady Becky’s turn
to address the gagged sissy-to-be. “When the drug has taken effect, Debi, we
are going to release you from your transport cage. I want you to walk over to
the exam table, we will assist you if you are feeling too weak, and get up on
it and we will strap you down. When you are fixed down, we’ll remove your gag.
Do not say a word, we don’t want to hear your voice unless we ask you a
specific question. If the question can be answered by yes or no you will nod or
shake your head unless we have restrained your head so you can’t. If you must
speak you will address the questioner, answer the question, and, address the
questioner. For example you will say, Lady Becky, yes, Lady Becky. More complex
answers will be answered in the same way but you will use the minimum numbers
to answer a question completely. We do not want to hear you speak until we have
had your vocal cords adjusted to give you a proper girly voice. We will give
you some water to drink then since you must be parched. You will drink the
entire contents of the container. Do you understand, slave?”
The Obey14 was already taking
effect and Tim/Debi nodded his/her head.
After waiting to make sure
that the Obey14 had taken full effect, the two trainers began unlocking the
cuffs that had held Tim/Debi in his/her spread eagle position for the past
several days. Tim/Debi was disoriented, and the drug he/she had been given was
designed to make him/her passive and open to suggestion so when Lady Becky and
Lady Betti held his/her arms to guide him/her to the exam table he/she moved to
help them. Tim was fully conscious of what was happening but was unable to
resist. It was as if he was trapped inside his head with no control over what
was happening to him. He was horrified over the control these two women had
over him.
The exam table had been
placed in a reclining position and soon Tim/Debi was strapped down with his/her
feet in the stirrups and his/her legs spread wide.
“From now on, I want you to
think of yourself only as Debi.” Lady Becky smiled as she condemned the
helpless man into the world of shemales.
Lady Betti administered 2
more shots. The first was an antidote to the Obey14, the orders Debi had
already been given would hold in her mind but she would have her free will back
as concerned future orders. The second
shot was a compound mixture of several drugs called The Punisher. It
contained stimulants to keep Debi from fainting from the pain of the tortures
that were going to be inflicted on her and sensory enhancers so she would feel
everything much more. Lady Betti and Lady Becky loved the look of horror on
Debi’s face when they informed her of what they had done.
“The first thing we’re going
to do is get you cleaned out. We’re going to give you a series of enemas. Every
day for the rest of your life your day will begin with a series of 5 cleansing
enemas. The toilet in your cell is setup to deliver them.”
Debi watched as Lady Betti
reached under the exam table and picked up a double b_a_r_d_e_x enema nozzle.
It would not be until later that she would come to know its name. She also
picked up a tube of lubricant and poured some on the b_a_r_d_e_x and some on
her asshole. Debi felt the tip of the b_a_r_d_e_x touch her ass and
instinctively clamped down.
“Clenching your ass won’t
stop me from inserting this and it will only bring you more pain. Not that we
care, you are going to get the enemas no matter what you do. But if you want to
save yourself some pain, relax your ass and just let it happen.” Even as she
said it, Lady Betti could see that Debi was too frightened to listen. But she
also noticed another thing. Debi’s cock was beginning to harden.
Pointing at her dick, Lady
Betti exclaimed, “Oh look Becky, our little sissy likes this her dickie is
starting to get hard. I wonder if its because I’m playing with her ass or if
she is looking forward to the pain of the enemas?”
“It doesn’t matter really.”,
Lady Becky laughed, “We’ll find out which soon enough. Now stop playing around
and lets get these enemas done. We have a lot more to do to our new sissy girl
today.”
Lady Betti began inserting
the b_a_r_d_e_x tube into Debi’s ass. Debi continued to clench her ass but
failed to stop the slow insertion of the device. When the first balloon had
cleared her sphincter, Lady Betti stopped pushing. Debi had yelped a little
during the insertion, mainly due to the fact that this was the first thing that
had ever been put in her ass and it caused her some pain. Looking down at her
crotch, she was surprised to see that her cock had continued to harden and she
now sported a full erection. She couldn’t believe that she was hard, so far all
that she had received from these women were pain and humiliation. And all she
had to look forward to was more of the same. Could Lady Betti be right and she
somehow liked what was being done to her?
Debi felt the inner balloon
of the b_a_r_d_e_x being inflated and the feeling in her ass went from full to
mildly painful as Lady Betti slowly pumped the bulb. She gave the nozzle
several sharp tugs to verify that the b_a_r_d_e_x was not going to be expelled
under the pressure of the upcoming enema. Satisfied that it was in there to
stay she gave the inflation bulb 2 more pumps just for fun. Betty switched
inflation bulbs and inflated the outer balloon, locking the b_a_r_d_e_x nozzle
in place in the sissy’s virgin ass. One last series of tugs on the hose
finished the insertion process.
“A proper, well trained
shemale would not need a b_a_r_d_e_x nozzle for her enema, she would hold any
nozzle in place no matter how much solution was pumped in her until she was
told she could expel.” Betti held up a 6 inch dildo nozzle to show Debi. “Later
on, you will use a nozzle just like this one and administer your own morning
cleansings. Won’t that be nice?”
Putting down the dildo, Lady
Betti activated the program and Debi jumped when she heard the pump start. Debi
felt the warm liquid enter her body. At first it was soothing and she enjoyed
the sensation of the warm water slowly filling her bowels. But all too soon,
she began to feel full and uncomfortable and wanted the enema to stop but still
the program kept pumping liquid into her. Soon Debi could see her stomach
distending as more and more liquid was forced into her. If she had been a real
woman, she would have looked pregnant. With the discomfort came cramping, the
pain hitting her in waves. She began crying and begging for her torment to
stop.
Lady Becky came up to her
and slapped her face several times. “Be quiet you worthless shit!. We have no
desire to hear you whine and beg. Besides, you were told to only speak when
asked a question.” With that, she produced a penis gag and forced it into the
sobbing sissy’s mouth, locking it behind her head. The gag had a gasket like
affair that fit behind Debi’s lips and the penis was hollow and from the front
of the gag protruded a small rubber hose.
When Debi appeared to be
about 7 months pregnant the pump finally stopped. Debi was in a lot of pain and
crying behind her gag, trying desperately to beg for mercy. The cleansing
program was setup to force her to retain the enema for 5 minutes before the
liquid was pumped out. Between the cramping and the pain of the sheer volume of
the solution, she thought that she was going to die. Debi was nearly hysterical
when the program timer activated the pump again and began to pump the solution
and liquefied shit from her ass. She continued crying but now it was from
relief as the pressure in her bowels was removed. The last part of the pump out
proved to be painful since the pump continued to provide suction even after
Debi thought she had been fully emptied. But finally the pump switched off.
Debi’s sobs diminished as she felt the relief of being empty. But all too soon,
the timer controlling the pump activated.
Finally after what seemed
like an eternity all 5 enemas had been administered and purged. A sheen of
sweat covered her body and she was continually sobbing now. Lady Betti deflated
the balloons on the b_a_r_d_e_x and removed it from the new sissy’s ass.
“For the rest of your life
you will start out every day with a set of cleansing enemas. You want your ass
to be clean at all times so that anyone that fucks or fists you won’t get shit
on their cock or arm. Besides, its good for you too since you will be required
to clean whatever has been in your ass with your mouth.”
“Now its time to give you
your medication and feed you, and as soon as that is done, we will let you rest
for a little while.” As she said this, Lady Becky rolled a cart over to Debi’s
side. She removed the towel that covered it revealing 2 containers, one holding
cotton swabs and the other an alcohol dispenser. Arranged on the rest of the
cart’s tray was an alarming array of syringes. She picked up the first needle
and a cotton swab soaked in alcohol and approached Debi’s head. “This shot will
freeze your vocal cords. We have decided that until your voice is fixed to make
it more feminine, we don’t actually need to hear you speak. This shot will last
about 2 weeks before we have to give you a booster.” After swabbing the side of
Debi’s neck, she plunged the needle into the soft tissue and pressed the plunger
home. “We’ll just leave that gag in while the medication takes effect.” She
picked up 2 more needles and while she was injecting Debi in the shoulders,
informed the sissy, “These two are your hormone shots, you will be getting them
daily until we re-organize your metabolism. The next set of shots are to help
you grow a nice set of girl boobies. You’re going to like these, I’m going to
give you 4 shots in each breast and one through each nipple. We repeat these
every 3 days and will continue until you have grown D cups or better.”
This set consisted of 4
shots for each breast and one for each nipple. She felt a burning sensation in
both of her new tits that grew and became more and more uncomfortable. She
screamed into her gag as it felt like her breasts were on fire from the inside.
Looking down, she could see that her breasts were becoming bright red and
seemed to be growing before her eyes!
“Yes little slut, we mix in
a big dose of irritants into the breast growth solution. It makes your tits
swell and then the solution builds real breast tissue as the swelling goes
down. Your tits will be in pain for about 2 days but just think of it as the
price of beauty while you are crying and screaming for that time. Also, it
usually takes at least 5 sessions to get you to the required D cup so you have
something to look forward to.”
Next, Debi received one shot
each in her ass cheeks. These were to help he develop a large feminine ass and
to help slim down her waist. The last set of shots were by far the most traumatic.
Lady Becky held Debi’s cock and proceeded to use a large needle to make
multiple injections in the head and shaft of the captive penis. This was to
help to increase the size and girth of the sissy cock both when erect and
flaccid. Two more treatments several days apart word give Debi a dick that
would measure at least 9 inches when erect and 6 inches soft.
Lady Becky pointed to the
last 2 unused syringes on the tray. These were filled with a time release form
of super Viagra. Not only would it enable Debi to get an erection from almost
any stimuli, it would maintain that erection for hours at a time. It also
stimulated her testicles to produce sperm at about 5 times her normal
production rate. The shots lasted for about 3 days and then her sperm production
would return to normal , but there was a side effect, the size of Debi’s balls
would more than double and remain that size. Debi would receive these shots
until it was determined which of the permanent treatments she would receive.
“Now that you’ve received
your cleanout and your shots, its time to feed you.” Debi’s heart beat faster
at this announcement. At least she would get some respite from the hated gag in
her mouth. Her hopes were dashed when she saw Lady Becky roll over an iv stand
with 2 large plastic bags hanging from it. At the bottom of each bag was a
latex hose that connected to a Y connector and on each leg of the Y there was a
valve. The bottom of the Y had a hose connection. One of the bags contained a
yellow liquid and the other contained a substance that was milky white. Lady
Becky attached the hose from Debi’s gag to the Y connector.
Now Lady Betti explained the
rig. “On the stand is the standard diet for sissy shemales here at The Club.
After you are trained, there will be a rubber dick in the cleaning area of your
cell. As part of your morning and evening preparations you will kneel down and
take the feeding dick in your mouth. You will be fed your meal from the dick.
The two solutions have been specially formulated in our labs to contain all the
food and liquid you will need to survive. Creating a liquid diet that will
sustain your body was not difficult even with adding the hormones and
supplements needed by a sissy girl. The hard part was creating the taste and
consistency of real food. The yellow liquid has the taste and consistency of
urine while the white liquid hast the taste and consistency of seamen. That is
our lab’s gift to you. The perfect sissy shemale diet, piss and cum!”
Chapter 7 – A story from the
Slave Pens
She waited in her transport
cage while they readied her shipping crate to her new owner’s specifications.
The bidding had been slow at the monthly slave auction and she had feared that
no one would bid on her. That would have been fatal, either she would have been
sold to one of The Club’s whorehouses as a snuff bunny or sent to the Playroom
since this would have been her second auction. She had been sent to the
infirmary when she had been returned by her last owner. The next sale had been
only one day after she had been returned to the slave pens. She was a mess, bruises
still ugly on her body and the last of the bandages waiting to be removed. But
the rules of the slave pens were clear, all slaves in the pens were placed on
the auction block on the day of the sale. Not surprisingly, no one had bid on
her so she was returned to the cells to recover for the next auction. Now, one
month later, she had recovered and someone in the audience had bought her. The
slave handler had attached a sold tag to her nose ring and led her off to the
holding area. He placed her in one of the single mobile cages, removed the
wrist and ankle cuffs and shut the door. He placed her folder in the pocket on
the door of the cage. In side the folder was her paperwork. It had several pictures
of her, a physical description, a list of her likes and dislikes as well as her
skills, and finally a brief history of what had happened to her since she had
been acquired by The Club.
She waited in the cage while
the auction continued in the other room. As near as she could tell there had
been about 60 slaves for sale today and she had been somewhere near the middle
of the list. In addition to the individual cages for sold slaves there were two
larger pens in the room. Both were for slaves that had not been sold, one was
for slaves that had failed to be sold for the first time and would be returned
to the slave pens to await the next auction, and the other was for slaves that
had managed to be unsold for 2 auctions. Their fate was terrible indeed. They
would either be sent to brothels that The Club ran that specialized in
unlimited services and worked until some customer killed them, or they would be
sent to become the featured stars in The Club’s snuff films, or they would be
sent to The Club’s Playroom where any member or staff could come and torture
them to death.
Death at the hands of
another was the ultimate end for all slaves. No slave ever died of old age and
there were no slave retirement homes. The most that a slave could hope for was
that it would be quick and a free of pain as possible. But for most, their
death would come only after suffering unspeakable agony screaming to the end.
But she had escaped that fate one more time by being sold.
As she stood in her 2 x 2
foot cage she began to feel pressure in her bladder. Before the need to pee
became too great she spotted the mobile urinal coming around and entering her
row. She stamped her foot three times as she had been taught to get the
attention of the girl pulling the cart. When the cart was in front of her cage
the attendant stopped and looked at her to determine her sex. She reached out
with her left hand that had a funnel-like apparatus designed to fit over a
female vulva and moved it into position. At the bottom of the funnel there was a
clear plastic tube that ran to the gag of the slave mounted on all fours on the
cart. As she watched her urine flow through the tube into the mouth of the
human urinal she wondered what the poor girl had done to merit being a urinal
for other slaves. During her training and for some of her owners, she had been
ordered to swallow piss but she had never been assigned as a full-time toilet.
When she finished peeing, the attendant held the funnel high up to make sure
that all of the urine flowed down the tube and into the waiting mouth of the
toilet slave. She was embarrassed to be forced to pee into another person’s
mouth but the rules she had been taught at The Club said that that was the only
option.
Finally, after several hours
the auction appeared to be finished. Masters and Mistresses began entering the
holding room to complete the ownership documentation and to take possession of
their new property. But instead of an
owner it was the slave handler that approached her.
“Slave, your purchase was
arranged online so your new owners will not be here to pick you up so we are
going to ship you to them. You were purchased by Master Tom and Mistress Mary.
You are lucky, they have a house here on the other side of the island so you
will be able to meet them in a few hours. I have been given permission to tell
you what I know. They have been members of The Club for more than 10 years and
have purchased many slaves through the auctions. But they have never returned a
slave for re-sale. This may mean that they actually have over 50 slaves in
their household, or that they have another outlet to sell their slaves, or that
they snuff their excess when they are done with them. To tell you the truth, I
do not know which is the correct answer but unless they change their habits,
this will be the last time we see you here. With the transfer paperwork, they
also sent very specific instructions as to how you were to be prepared and
dressed for them. From this I have gathered that they are heavily into latex
and rubber. You will be dressed in a full coverage latex catsuit and equipped
so that you can remain in it for a long time. You will be referred to by your
original name, Sue, or as slave 54.”
“In a few minutes, 2 of my
assistants will be here to take you to a preparation room and get you ready.
Then you will be placed back in a transport cage and loaded on a cart and then
off you go to your future. Scream loud and scream often slavegirl.”
Chapter 8 - Slave Gwen
It was Gwen's last
day at the training center. Today she was being packaged for delivery to her
new owner(s). She was not sure how long it had been since she was enslaved but
it seemed like a lifetime. Meanwhile she waited, kneeling on the floor, knees
spread and her ankles crossed. Her back was straight and her hands were held
behind her neck. Her ample C-cup breasts were thrust out invitingly. This was
"Slave Position One" and a slave was to assume it when ever she had
no other instructions or orders.
She heard the door
behind her open and several people walk into the holding room. She could also
hear wheels rolling on the stone floor. Gwen wanted desperately to turn and
look to see who had entered the room and what they planned for her but she was
too well trained for that. The others stopped behind her but Gwen could hear
the tap-tap of high heels continuing to walk. While Gwen continued to stare
straight ahead, Mistress Instructor Samantha stepped into her field of view.
The Mistress was imposing, standing there in her 6-inch stilettos, black thigh
high stockings attached by garters to her black leather corset, her crotch
covered with black leather bikini panties and black leather bra. On her hands
were elbow length leather gloves and she was carrying a riding crop in her
right hand.
She reached out and
placed the flap of the crop under Gwen's chin and applied pressure to raise her
face until Gwen was forced to look into the Mistress's eyes. Gwen felt like a
deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck. She was captured by the
woman's stare and almost swooned being under her control.
"Hello slut
gwen. Its time for you to leave us and begin to serve your new owner. As you
heard, your new owner does not reside here on the island so we are going to
crate you up and ship you off. Your
owner doesn't want you to know anything about your new life so it will be a
surprise. So where in the world you will wind up, and even the sex and number
of your new owner will remain a secret. Your owner wants you to worry. Will
your owner be male or female? Are you to become a maid, a fuck bunny, a
ponygirl, or a pain slut? Where in the world will you be kept? Well I hope
these questions fill your little slave head while you are on your journey. It
makes me wet to think that I will be the last person you see before you are
crated and shipped off to your new life!"
The cruel humor in
the Mistress Instructresses eyes made Gwen shiver and she fought the impulse to
throw herself at the woman's feet and beg her to keep her as a slave on Torture
Island but her training made her keep her position.
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Ever since she was
young, Gwen, whose name was Sally then, had had an active fantasy life. Soon
after she discovered that masturbation felt good, images of submission and
slavery began popping into her head as she lay on her bed fingering her pussy
and playing with her clit. Probably the turning point in her sexuality happened
when she was playing cowboys and indians with the boys in the neighborhood. For
this game she was a cowgirl and she was captured by the indians. The boys took
her and proceeded to tie her to a tree. The feelings of helplessness by being
bound plus the freedoms that the boys took by touching their captive began to
get Gwen sexually excited.
The boys noticed that
she was moaning and squirming as she was bound to the tree and they tentatively
explored her body. They saw her nipples grow hard on her then A-cup adolescent
breasts. But their lack of experience did not permit them to fully understand
what these things meant. Gwen was caught up in the moment and did realize
through her excitement that she was feeling very much like when she played with
herself. The boys, boldened by the fact that Gwen was not screaming to be
untied and for them to stop, told her that the price of her release would be
for Gwen to show the boys her panties. She agreed to the forfeit and soon she
was standing with the boys in front of her holding her skirt up. She was asked
to spread her legs so they could have a better view and she did.
A couple of the boys
noticed the wet area in the crotch of her panties and Gwen was embarrassingly
aware of it too. She knew that all of the boys were going to think that she was
a slut which caused her to get wetter. Finally she was given permission to
lower her skirt. Gwen ran home and went up to her room and masturbated
remembering the feeling of helplessness and of the rope holding her body. She
orgasmed at the memory of the boys staring at her in her damp panties. For the
next year, she and the boys continued to play. The names of the games changed as
well as the rules but all of the games had a common set of features. First,
Gwen always wound up being tied or restrained during the game. And second, in
order to be freed, gwen had to pay a forfeit. As time passed, the conditions of
the forfeit escalated, requiring Gwen to show more and more of her developing
body and finally to perform certain acts becoming more and more and more sexual
in nature.
At first, Gwen was
required to show her panties to the boys. She slowly changed the style of her
underwear from the plain cotton full panties she wore at first to more feminine
styles and materials and colors. She wanted the boys to be happy with her and
what she wore. Things soon progressed to having her remove her dress so that
the boys could see her bra too.
Several of the boys
brought cameras to the games and Gwen appeared in many pictures in various
states of undress including posing in the nude. Using the threat of showing the
pictures to her parents and teachers, the boys forced her to allow them to touch
and fondle her. Recently the boys had been talking about tying her nude to a
tree in a kneeling position and forcing her to kiss and suck their cocks. Gwen
knew it would not be long until they actually put this plan into action. Gwen
feared this but the idea of being tied and used sexually also excited her. Her
dreams not included images of her tied in various positions surrounded by hard
cocks demanding that she service them.
But before the boys
could escalate the game, Gwen's father got a promotion and the family moved to
a new house in another state.
Gwen finished high
school and did all of the things that normal high school girls do. She had
developed into a pretty young woman and was popular with boys. She dated and
went to parties and dances. She lost her virginity on Prom night to her
boyfriend David. To the outside world, Gwen had the perfect life, she was
pretty, got good grades, was not in any trouble, and was dating one of the
members of the school's baseball team. But despite outward appearances, Gwen
was a troubled and frustrated girl.
The themes of
bondage, slavery, and forced sex filled her fantasy life. The trouble was, none
of the boys she dated would indulge in her fantasies or fetishes. No matter
what she said or did all of the boys treated her with kindness. Even if she
managed to get a boy horny enough to act rough, they apologized later and never
did it again.
College life was a
little better. A few of the young men she dated were willing to explore her
desires and she did spend some time bound and servicing them. But they were not
really dominant men and for them it was more for the sex than controlling a
woman. But it was while she was at college that Gwen had a chance to really
explore the internet. She discovered that there seemed to be a lot of people
out there somewhere that had desires and wants like hers.
After college she
accepted a job as a research assistant for a marketing firm in a city distant
from her home town. She got a 1 bedroom apartment and settled into city life.
In her time off she spent a lot of time continuing to explore the kinky side of
the internet. She slowly amassed a collection of fetish clothes and some
bondage equipment. She had a set of handcuffs and carried them in her purse all
of the time with the key on a silver chain around her neck.
She discovered
several clubs that catered to the fetish and S&M crowd and went to them on occasion
dressed in what she called her submissive school girl outfit hoping to be
picked up by a strong dom. The occasional date she got were mostly
disappointing. She discovered that most of the men that professed to be doms
would only order her to kiss their shoes and then demand oral and straight sex.
It was very rare that they had any more bondage equipment than the leather
pants that they wore to the clubs. There were rumors of back room areas where
the real doms and action were but she was unable to determine if these rumors
were true.
Finally she joined an
alternate lifestyle dating website. Her favorite movie was "The Story Of
O" so her profile was titled "Submissive O seeking her Sir
Stephen". Her picture showed her in a black bra and panty set with her
wearing a collar and wrist cuffs. She had decided that she looked more 'slave
like' without heels so she was bare footed. Being a pretty young woman, her
profile got a lot of action from both men and women professing to be the dom
she needed in her life.
Gwen was a polite sub
and answered all of the messages sent to her. This resulted in some interesting
email exchanges and chats. While her cyber relationships showed great promise,
the actual meetings for the most part were disappointing.
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Mistress Samantha
snapped her fingers and two male slaves wheeled two carts forward in front of
Gwen. The first was low to the ground and held a wooden box. It was Gwen’s
shipping box. The second cart contained bondage and medical equipment.
The packing crate was
about 18 inches on each side and 36 inches high. It appeared that the crate was
closed or that the open side faced away from Gwen. She was able to see and read
a label that was affixed to the side closest to her. It read 'Experimental
Laboratory Equipment Handle With Care.'. It appeared that she was to be shipped
to her new owner via standard commercial carrier. That could mean a long
journey for her.
"Get up slave
and place yourself on that medical exam table over there. Its time to start
your preparation." Mistress Samantha had an evil glint in her eye as she
looked at the pretty girl.
Gwen rose gracefully
to her feet and keeping her eyes downcast, stepped to the table. Reaching it,
she sat between the wide spread stirrups and made sure her ass was positioned
at the edge of the seat. She lifted her legs one at a time and placed them in
the knee holders with her heels in the stirrups. She exam table was set in
recline mode so she leaned back. Using the grab rods on the sides of the table,
she repositioned herself so her ass hung over the edge. Placing her hands at
her sides, she waited for additional orders from Mistress Samantha.
"Your owner
would not specify how long you would be in transit but left instructions they
you should be prepared for up to 2 weeks in the crate. We don't want to put you
in a diaper because we don't want you being uncrated with a bad case of diaper
rash. So we've decided to set you up with a catheter and we are going to give
you a special set of cleaning enemas so your bowels will start out completely
empty."
Mistress Samantha
went over to the second cart and rolled it over to the exam table where Gwen
lay. She picked up a Foley catheter in a sterile plastic bag and opened it. She
put on latex medical gloves before reaching into the bag and pulling out the
device. It appeared entirely normal except that it was over 3 feet long.
"We have these made specially for slave transport and long term restraint.
The extended tube allows us to use larger collection bottles and place them
farther away from the victim. The other difference is this valve at the base of
the insertion area. It can only be opened and closed with a key or with a coded
remote control." She dipped the first few inches of the catheter in a jar
of lubricant and held it over the jar while the excess dripped off.
Using one hand to
spread open Gwen's pussy lips, she held the catheter in the other and began
inserting it into her urethra. She continued to insert the tube until she felt it
push past the sphincter at the entrance to Gwen's bladder. Holding the tube in
place she reached for a syringe filled with a clear liquid. "For long-term
use we use an inert liquid plastic to inflate the balloon instead of air. The
latex that composes the balloon is slightly porous to air molecules but the
large complex molecules of the liquid will not pass through. The end of the
inflation tube has a molded latex stopper so the plastic can't leak out and
deflate the balloon. The inflation tube has to be cut to allow the plastic to
drain out." While she was explaining this to Gwen she injected a large
amount of the plastic into the inflation tube. When the syringe was empty, she
removed the needle and put it back on the cart. Mistress Samantha pulled back
on the catheter to make sure the balloon was firmly against the entrance to
Gwen's bladder. "By default, the valve is closed on the catheter so we don’t
have any leakage while we set you up. I’ll be sure to open it when we get you
all setup in your crate."
Mistress Samantha
coiled the tubing from the catheter and layed the coil on Gwen's stomach. She
reached under the exam table and pulled out a deep pan. From inside the pan she
retrieved a double b_a_r_d_e_x enema nozzle. Picking up the jar of lubricant,
she dipped nozzle in up just past the first balloon. She put the nozzle down
hanging over the edge of the pan to allow the lubricant to drip off. She dipped
her finger in the lube and put the jar back on the cart. Reaching behind he she
rolled a low stool to her and sat down. Mistress Samantha smiles as she reached
out with her lube covered finger and began smearing a small amount around the
entrance to Gwen's ass. She slipped her finger into her ass and slowly worked
it around.
Mistress Samantha
picked up the b_a_r_d_e_x and began to slowly insert it into the slave girl's
anal opening. When the first balloon disappeared from view, she stopped. She
pressed a button marked 'inflate' on the control panel mounted on the front of
the pan.
"Slut, this is
going to be the most intense and filling enema you have ever had, do I need to
strap you down or do you think you will be able to lie still?"
Gwen thought for a
few moments. She desperately wanted to be an obedient and behaved slavegirl and
to be able to lie still while the cleaning enemas were administered but she had
doubts. She finally decided that it would be better overall if she were to take
the safe course. For the first time since she was delivered to the shipping
room, Gwen looked into the eyes of Mistress Samantha. "Mistress, I believe
that it would be better if this slave were restrained Mistress."
Mistress Samantha
nodded and began to strap her down. Soon Gwen was firmly held down on the exam
table. Straps went around her ankles, above and below her knees, her thighs,
waist, above and below her breasts, neck, and her forehead. As an additional
torment, Mistress Samantha filled the slave's mouth with a large black ballgag.
"I'm a little
disappointed with you Gwen, I had hoped that you would have the courage to
brave the enemas unfettered but I guess that you are only a weak little
slavegirl after all. I added the ballgag to show you how I feel, now you won't
be able to breathe through the cramping. Maybe this will teach you to be a
little stronger and obedient." She reached out with one of he long
manicured fingers and pressed a button marked activate. "I preprogrammed
your cleaning cycles assuming that you would be as weak as you proved to be.
I'm going to have some pleasant diversions with a new slave since you are going
to be busy for a while. Meanwhile, these two slaves will start prepping your
crate. Tata for now slut, have fun."
Gwen felt the first
liquid enter her body and tried to steel herself for the ordeal to come.
Three hours later
Mistress Samantha entered the shipping room. Gwen was reclining on the exam
table still recovering from the enema cycle. The automated program had delivered
5 enemas of increasing volume, varying temperatures and recipes. The smallest
of them was far larger than any she had endured before. Once filled, she had
been forced to retain the solution for 15 minutes. She had suffered through
cramping such as she had never felt before. She felt completely drained and a
sheen of sweat coated her body.
Samantha had that far
away post orgasmic look on her face when she approached the sobbing Gwen. Gwen
assumed that Mistress Samantha must have had a satisfying session with the new
slave. She vaguely wondered if the most recent victim of the tall blond
dominatrix was male or female. She sent a small message of thanks to the
unknown slave and prayed that his or her suffering had calmed Mistress Samantha
enough to reduce her own.
Samantha released the
straps holding Gwen to the exam table and retrieved a box of baby wipes from
the cart. She pressed the release button on the control panel to deflate the
balloons on the b_a_r_d_e_x and slowly removed it from Gwen's ass. Using the
baby wipes, she wiped down Gwen's crotch of any overflow from the enemas and
all excess lube.
"You can remove
your legs from the stirrups now. We have to get you into your shipping
uniform." Saying this, Samantha replaced the baby wipes and picked up a
package that appeared to be filled with a mass of black latex while Gwen moved
her legs out of the stirrups and let then dangle over the side of the exam
table. "We've picked out a very special catsuit for you to wear on your
journey" I just know you will love it." She shook out the catsuit and
held it up for Gwen to see. "As you can see sweetpuss, we have provided
you with a full coverage suit with feet, gloves and an open faced hood but we
have left the crotch open and there are two holes for your tits. So lets get
you dressed and ready to go."
Mistress Samantha
made sure that the zip closure on the back of the catsuit was open and draped
it over Gwen's shoulders. She dipped each of her hands in the jar of lubricant
and began applying the viscous liquid to Gwen's lower legs re-dipping her hands
when she needed more. After she had covered her legs up to mid-thigh, she whipped
her hands clean and picked up the catsuit. She began feeding first one leg and
then the other into the leg openings of
the suit. She drew the suit up to Gwen's mid-thigh and then slowly and sensuously,
beginning at Gwen's toes, smoothed the latex over her body.
Gwen enjoyed the feel
of the latex as it slowly encompassed and compressed her body. Although she
spent most of her time in training nude, she had been dressed in latex several times.
Once she had been dressed in a catsuit much like this one and inserted in a
heavy latex bondage bag and kept there for at least 24 hours. For that session
she had plugs inserted in her ass and cunt and there were small soft nubbins
over her clit. She had managed to wiggle herself to many orgasms. It was a
memory that she recalled often as she masturbated in her cell at night and
never ceased to excite her.
Mistress Samantha
crooked her finger indicating that Gwen should stand so she could finish
dressing the slave girl. After Gwen was standing before her, she again began
dipping her hands in the lube and covering her body up to her neck and down to
her fingertips. She began sliding the suit up to Gwen's hips and then up to her
waist. Holding the torso of the suit, she indicated for Gwen to put her hands
into the arms of the suit and began drawing it up to her shoulders. Grabbing
Gwen's left nipple, she pulled her breast through the hole in the suit. The
same was done to her other breast. The breast holes in the catsuit had latex grommets
at the edge of the hole that was slightly smaller than circumference of her
breast so they clung to the base of the globe. Using cleaning clothes and her
hands, she cleaned the surface of the catsuit and smoothed it out. She began
zipping up the back of the suit. When the zipper reached Gwen's shoulder blades
Samantha stopped. Using a large button hook that was inserted through the tube
at the top of the hood, she gathered Gwen's brown hair into a ponytail and then
pulled the hood of the catsuit over her head. Once she had the neck piece on
the back of the hood smoothed down she pulled the ponytail out through the tube
and finished zipping up the catsuit.
Using a small
padlock, she locked the zipper to the top of the catsuit so it could not be
opened without the key. Using several cleaning wipes, Mistress Samantha cleaned
the latex along the zipper and applied a coating of glue to the flap that she
pressed down covering the zipper all along the slave's back. She continued
using the wipes cleaning any residual lube off of the rest of the catsuit. Next
she used an aerosol can of latex polish and a soft cloth she shined the surface
of the entire catsuit. Mistress had to pause in her polishing several times to
wipe down Gwen's oozing pussy of her musky spendings.
"You are such a
slut Gwen. I can see and smell that you are turned on in your new latex
suit."
Gwen turned red with
shame as the Mistress's words rolled over her. She didn't want to admit it but
Mistress Samantha was correct. She was incredibly turned on. The tight embrace
of the latex catsuit coupled with the view of herself in the mirror mounted on
the wall in front of her heated her lustful pussy and made her very wet. Add to
it the fear of what might happen to her during transport and after her delivery
just added fuel to the fire burning in her loins.
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Gwen received many
invitations to join chat rooms and accepted many of these. The ones she entered
were themed for female slaves wishing to be dominated and enslaved. She would
play along with the role play as a dutiful slave not caring if the person
playing the dominant was male or female. Some of these sessions eventually led
to meetings. Some of these were enjoyable with Gwen spending hours in bondage
servicing her master or mistress. But most were pale experiences giving her
none of the experiences she so craved. Unfortunately subsequent sessions with
the successful masters proved unimaginative reproductions of their first
sessions.
It was while she was
chatting in one of these chat rooms that she received an invitation from a
master whose screen name was Roissy Master to join him in a private chat room.
The invitation was more of an order. "If the submissive O wishes to find fulfillment
as a slave she will report to private chat room r1697 and enter with password
roissy."
She sat there, naked,
in front of the screen and stared at the private message. Her heart jumped as
she read the words and secretly, deep inside, she wondered if this master would
be the one to finally own her. This was not the first time she had had these
thoughts but every other time she was disappointed. To prepare herself for the
upcoming cyber-meeting she reached into the drawer of her computer desk and
from her other toys she selected her leather collar with the brass plate that
said Slave Gwen. She felt the warmth in her pussy and a twinge of excitement as
she locked the collar around her neck.
Taking a deep breath,
she requested entry into the private chat room and entered the password when it
was requested.
It was in this chat
room that she met the Roissy Master. She was allowed to address him as Sir
Stephen. During this and several other chat sessions she began to fully open up
to this new master.
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