Indoctrination

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WARNING! THIS IS A WORK OF EROTIC BDSM FICTION. IT IS ADULT ORIENTED MATERIAL OF A SEXUAL NATURE. The copyright of this story remains with the author, Night Owl. This posting does not give you the rights to post this on any website without obtaining the author's permission first.

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Indoctrintation

by Night Owl

(Story Content: F/f, Bondage, Humiliation)

Chapter 6: Morning

Slowly, Amber opened her eyes. Everything was fuzzy, blurry at first, and she blinked as her eyes focused on the textured ceiling above. No longer was she hanging from a chain in the wine cellar, but laying on the soft, plush covers of an elegant four-posted bed. Every muscle in her body ached terribly. She tried to pull her arms down, then felt something tug on her wrists. Turning her head to the right, she saw her wrist cuffed to the bedpost.

"W-what? Where . . .," she gasped as her mind slowly began to clear.

There was movement in one corner of the room, and Amber turned her head toward a man sitting in a chair near the window, his face, still concealed by the shadows. In one hand, he held a lit cigar.

"Our pretty one awakes," he said.

"I thought I was dying," Amber murmured.

"Far from it, my pet," the man's voice was soothing. It was Raven's voice.

He stood up in front of the window, his dark form silhouetted against the early morning light. His eyes never left her as he moved toward the bed. Amber tried to get up, but couldn't. Her arms and legs were stretched wide and bound to the corners of the bed. She was still nude, defenseless and completely at his mercy. Then she felt his warm touch on her face, and somehow, it calmed her.

"Don't worry," he said. "I only came to observe. Now get some rest. I'll send a servant in later to freshen you up."

He turned and left the room. The door closed quietly, and Amber, as exhausted as she was, quickly drifted back to sleep.

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In another part of the house, Sonia rolled out of bed and made her way to the bathroom. As she stood under the shower, she felt the heat of embarrassment add to the warmth of the steamy water. She couldn't believe she had let Raven fuck her again. She felt a little tingle in between her thighs when she remembered the way he had held her down on the desk. She remembered that animal look in his dark eyes as he pierced his cock into her. Sonia shook her head ruefully and wondered if she had made a wise decision in working for him. Mixing business with pleasure always lead to complications, and Raven was known to have a violent temper, and powerful friends.

She stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around her body. Her damp hair was twisted together in another towel, piled high on top of her head. Searching the large walk-in closet, she pulled out the clothes she would wear that day -- a black silk blouse and shiny, tight-fitting leather pants. She then sat down at her vanity and stared into the mirror. Her face shone with the health and youth of a twenty year old.

"Good sex will do that for you at any age," and a little smile curved her lips as she applied her makeup.

For the moment, her worries diminished, while her mind took the opportunity to re-live the night before. God, what a rush! She let her fingers take over, each movement automatic, as she smoothed on foundation, followed by eye shadow, liner, and mascara. She pictured how they must have appeared to someone who might have stumbled into Raven's den while they were coupling. She imagined the look of his dark hair contrasting against the vibrant red of her own, her creamy thighs wide open to him as he surged into her over and over, her mouth gasping in pleasure. Oh yes, she was getting turned on just thinking about it.

Sonia went to the bed and lay back on the satin sheets, allowing the towel to fall open. She glanced briefly at the ceiling, closed her eyes, and continued playing the mental movie behind her eyelids while her fingers slowly trailed down between her legs.

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Amber awoke again to a light knock at the door. Before she could answer, an attractive blond woman stepped inside and moved quietly to the bed. In her hand was a long leash.

"My name is Monique," she said, clipping the leash to Amber's leather collar, "I have been instructed to take you to the showers."

Amber immediately recognized her as the girl she had seen the previous night in the tight-fitting cocktail dress serving drinks to Raven and his guests. Only now, she was dressed in a classic domestic maid uniform -- a short black dress decorated with white lace. She quickly unbuckled the restraints and guided Amber off the bed by using the leash.

"Where are . . ."

"Shhhh," the woman broke in, "you mustn’t speak. Now come with me."

As they moved down the stairway to the main level, Amber noticed the particulars about the maid’s uniform. The neckline was low cut and tight, pushing her ample breasts up and together. The dress was also short, and it revealed the majority of her long legs, which were covered in fishnet stockings and enhanced by the high heels she wore. Looking down at her feet, Amber noticed the ankle straps had small padlocks dangling from them.

They entered the hidden passageway beneath the stairs and retreated back down to the cellar. Then Monique led the way through a long, narrow passage lit by an occasional bare bulb in the ceiling. The cellar seemed to span the entire foundation of the house above, though it was hard to tell because the whole level had been sectioned off into a labyrinth of small rooms and corridors, some sparsely lit in places. They turned into an open doorway and entered one room that appeared to be a lavatory. There were three shower stalls with no curtains, toilet stools without partitions or doors, and a long, trough-like sink along one wall. Amber also saw a large table, made of stainless steel with two sets of stirrups, one below and one high above. It resembled a gynecologist table, though this one seemed to have more insidious implications.

"Look." Monique's eyes darted upward to a surveillance camera mounted high up on a wall near the ceiling. "They have one in every room down here," she whispered, "and there is always somebody watching." Amber glanced nervously at the camera and got the message.

She was permitted to use one of the toilets before Monique led her to the showers. The tiles were covered with grime and mold, but in spite of her disgust, she allowed herself to be guided into one of the stalls.

"Please reach your hands over you head as high as they will go," Monique instructed. When Amber did so, first one, then the other wrist was secured to a metal restraint on each side of the stall. Using one foot, Monique urged her to widen her stance so her ankles could be locked in place as well. Then she turned on the hand sprayer.

The restraints were quickly forgotten once Amber felt the warm water against her aching muscles. For a moment, she wanted to just relax and forget about her abduction, the whippings, everything. She felt soapy hands gently scrubbing and massaging her scalp, then the sprayer, rinsing the suds off her silky strands. Amber never realized how much she could appreciate such a simple task. She stood immobile, her arms raised, legs spread, the soap running down her body, tickling her here and there on it's way down. She felt the soapy hands reach around from behind her and slowly lather up her breasts with the white suds. They kneaded and massaged them, turning her nipples into rosy pebbles. They moved into the deep curves of her open armpits, down the sides of her ribs, then inward toward the V of her body. She sucked in her breath and her knees buckled as the fingers worked their way in and around her nether lips, and deep between her buttocks. Every square inch of her was lathered up and rinsed thoroughly. Then Amber watched, somewhat dazed, as Monique went to a cabinet and returned with a razor and a can of shaving cream.

"What next?" she thought.

Monique applied the creamy foam to Amber's underarms and carefully shaved them to remove any new stubble. Then curiously, she leaned forward and ran her wet tongue across each silky curve. Satisfied with the inspection, she lathered up each leg, from the ankles to the thighs, and shaved them thoroughly. After a final rinse with cold water, Monique returned the showerhead to its holder and unfastened the restraints.

"Now step over here with me," she softly ordered.

Amber was still dripping wet from the shower as Monique led her to the table.

"Lie down, please."

She followed her gaze and hesitated a moment when her eyes focused on the stirrups.

"Relax, this will be the experience of a lifetime – believe me," Monique took hold of Amber's upper arm and gently urged her onto the table.

She quickly restrained Amber's wrists above her head, then she tightened a leather strap across her breasts, and another just above the pelvic area. Amber lay shivering on the steel table, but that discomfort paled in comparison to the mounting fear of not knowing what was going to happen next.

"I going to finish shaving you now," Monique's voice was soft and consoling, "and since this part of the process so exacting, it will be necessary to restrain you completely. We wouldn't want the razor to slip."

She gently placed Amber's feet in the lower stirrups and fastened a metal ring around her ankles, so that her legs were spread out slightly and bent down at the knee toward the floor. A leather strap was then buckled just above each knee to keep them secure.

"These will simply hold your feet and ankles in position."

Bending down, Monique pulled a lever, forcing Amber's legs wide apart. It was not uncomfortable, but it felt very confining. She tried wiggling her feet and found there was very little movement possible. Amber could feel the cool air invading her privates as she lay there helplessly molded to the steel contraption. Her eyes darted upward at the camera perched high above her, its one eye, focused on her wet, naked body. Most-likely, someone was on the other end, drinking in the sight of her, and knowing this only added to the humiliation.

Monique seemed to sense her discomfort, so she leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Believe me, the best thing to do is to simply comply with what they want."

Alarms were going off in her head but Amber forced herself to stay calm -- after all, what could she do to resist now? Monique brought over a tray and a bowl of warm water. She then took a pair of small scissors from the tray and began trimming away the hair around Amber's privates. Her movements were slow and deliberate. Monique obviously took great pleasure in her work. Amber, on the other hand, couldn't watch. She tried closing her eyes, but she could still hear the sharp, metal blades go 'snip' . . . 'snip', and only an inch or so away from her tender folds.

"This shouldn't take long," Monique said, "you're bush is already trimmed close."

After cutting away the hair, she sprayed some shaving cream into her hand and started rubbing it all around Amber's pubic area, making sure to massage the creamy lather all around her vagina. Amber then watched helplessly as Monique retrieved the razor and placed the cold metal against her inner thigh. It was like pure electricity shooting through her body, feeling the blade slid against her most intimate flesh, slicing through hairs and leaving the surface bare and smooth in its wake. Amber felt her nipples harden in spite of her wishing they would not.

"I love having my pussy shaved," Monique told her with a deviant smile, "I was REALLY bad after they shaved me the first time. I couldn't keep my fingers off of it, so each night for a week, Master Raven tied me to the bed to keep me from touching myself."

Carefully she worked the razor up and around Amber's sodden lips, then gently pulled them aside with her fingers to remove the remaining hairs. Amber felt her body start to spasm as she pulled the razor away.

"Don't move," she ordered, "this is extremely sharp and I don't want to cut you . . ."

Amber tried her best to stay still but this resolve was tested severely each time she felt the icy cold blade between her legs.

"The sex is the best part of it, you know," she continued working as she spoke. "It increases the sensation when he's rubbing against you. I don't ever want to let my pussy become overgrown with hair again."

Scrape and rinse . . . scrape and rinse. Again and again, Monique teased her privates with the razor. Doing it over and over, but not letting Amber reach her peak. Within just a few minutes, the part of her body once covered since puberty, was now completely bare.

"Finished," she finally said, much to Amber's disappointment.

She carefully wiped the area with a wet towel, then rubbed baby oil around it.

"This will soothe the skin," she said, "after the first couple of times, your body gets used to it."

More than somewhat shell-shocked, Amber didn't resist at all when Monique unbuckled her from the stirrups, then raised each foot and re-attached them to the stirrups high above the table. Another lever was pulled underneath, and Amber felt her legs being pulled outward, and then pushed forward, until her ass was lifted about five inches off the table. She was extremely vulnerable now, for not only was her pussy exposed, but her asshole as well. Monique applied more cream between her buttocks, then moved the razor around the puckered opening to remove any stray hairs.

"How are we doing?" Sonia asked. She had entered the room just as Monique was toweling Amber off.

"She is shaved and ready for your inspection, Mistress," the maid servant lowered her gaze to the floor.

Sonia ran her hand in and around Amber's smooth, open crotch and nodded her head in approval.

"Very good," she said, "now unstrap her and tend to your housework."

"Yes Ma'am."

Standing off the table, Amber immediately noticed how strangely different, even erotic it felt having no pubic hair. She usually kept herself neatly trimmed, but had never shaved it off completely before, and she was a bit shaken by her reaction to it. Like Monique, she had the urge to reach down and touch herself, but just as the thought entered her mind, her arms were immediately pulled behind her back, and locked into a pair of leather bindings above the elbows. A strap was tightened, pulling them tightly together, then a pair of handcuffs were locked around her wrists to keep her arms immobilized behind her back.

"Now come with me," Sonia re-attached the chain to Amber's collar and led her through the gloomy rooms beneath the house.

The entire level was relatively Spartan, with very little furniture in each private chamber, but what decor Amber could see was frightening enough. Hanging from the ceiling in one room was a steel cage meant to imprison a single individual in a standing position, with no room at all to sit or even move around in. One inch spikes pointed inward on all sides of the cage from top to bottom. The points had been filed down so as not to actually penetrate the skin, but were still sharp enough to give its occupant enough incentive not to move around too much. Most of the rooms Amber saw had different devices used for restraint - tables, racks, cages, and chains dangling down from the ceiling with manacles hanging open invitingly as though anxiously waiting for their next victim.

Sonia spoke freely while they roamed through these rooms. "As you can see, the entire cellar has been remodeled into a type of mid-evil dungeon, fully equipped for the training of female slaves. This level, alone, is large enough to house at least a dozen trainees fairly comfortably, but generally we like to keep the number down to five or six at a time. In addition to our training, we also offer supervised sessions for our clientele. Down here, almost every fantasy can be fulfilled -- whippings, bondage, role-playing, you name it. Upstairs on the second floor, we have six rooms reserved for more private sessions. Discretion is guaranteed, of course, not just by the staff, but by the fact that a number of patrons are very wealthy, and would neither care for the publicity associated with the place, nor would they like to see its services disappear. You would be surprised how high the demand is for this sort of thing. We always have a long list of men and women waiting to get their little perversions teed up," she laughed. Sonia genuinely enjoyed what she did, and seemed to have no reservations about what might be normal or abnormal.

She led Amber down a short passage to a door on their right. As Sonia turned a key in the lock, Amber thought she heard soft whimpering coming from the other side.

"Here is an example of what we do here on a daily basis."

The door opened. Light spilled into the room, and on the pale form of a nude woman, left bound and alone in the darkness.

"This is Livia," Sonia announced, "one of our 'more advanced' trainees, and as you can see, we're in the middle of a session."

The woman, a tall willowy blond, had on a pair of black high heels and nothing else. Her upper body was bent sharply backward over a large wooden table, with her feet planted firmly on the floor. Her arms were stretched above head and tied to the corners to keep her pinned, her legs fully extended and tied by the ankles to each table leg. A black leather hood covered her face completely, with holes for her nose and the long tail of her golden hair. A short silver chain connecting two nipple clamps glinted in the light from the doorway.

"Livia has been a real treat for us since she arrived. She's quite leggy and versatile, don't you think?" Sonia moved in close between the woman's open thighs, "a real delight to work with -- and did I mention Leggy?"

The poor woman was in a desperately vulnerable position with her pelvis thrust forward so invitingly, and like Amber, all of her pubic hair had been shaved away. Her taut, stomach was adorned with a gold ring pierced into her navel. She also had one of those pointed tribal symbols tattooed down low just off her left pelvic bone. Sonia leaned forward, her leather-clad body pressed against Livia's bald pubis, and began running her hands over her breasts and into the smooth, deep pits under her arms.

"More importantly, she keeps her mouth shut and does what she's told. Very cooperative."

Amber could hear the rapid nasal panting underneath Livia's hood as one hand slid downward between her thighs.

"Livia has been with us for more than a month, so she knows the program by now, don't you sweetheart?" Sonia rubbed her palm up and down Livia's vulnerable folds. "She has no idea how long she'll be left like this. She doesn't know if I will stick a vibrator in here, or maybe up that sweet little hole in her tail. And does she realize what a target she is for a sound thrashing? Will it be the strap?"

Sonia reached underneath and caressed the tautness of Livia's butt, then abruptly pulled on the chain between her breasts.

"Or will it be more nipple pain?"

"Mmmmmmmmph!" Livia jerked and whined, the noise rising as her nipples were stretched taut.

"She's now at her most extreme position for nipple torture -- her pinned arms stretching her breasts as tightly as possible across the chest. Perhaps we should hang weights on the other end of this chain? What do you think, sweetheart?"

There was a shake of the head and a moan. Sonia meanwhile had released the chain and continued massaging her thighs.

Amber watched in both fascination and horror. She could feel her own body react to what she was seeing. She desperately wanted to touch herself, and quietly fought against the bindings around her arms.

"Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!" Livia moaned. She was beginning to struggle and quiver, striving to extract more from Sonia's gently tantalizing fingers. Sonia laughed and pulled her hand away.

"Not yet, dear. You still have a long way to go before that. After all, it's better to travel hopefully than to arrive, isn't that what they say?"

The prisoner shook her head in a desperate whining plea. The constant stimulation made her pink folds swell and recede, exposing her clit like a shiny pearl. Sonia tweaked it lightly with one fingernail, soliciting a tortured moan from the bound woman. She tweaked it again, and another moan followed. By now Livia's thin, supple body was covered with sweat. It made her fair skin shine like a porcelain china doll. The veins popped in her neck and she was wheezing and coughing under the hood.

"When you are in pain," she said to Amber, "your thoughts, your awareness become focused on the sensation. Bondage in its most strict form, increases that awareness because it eliminates your ability to move your limbs, forcing you to zero in on your feelings. This is only one aspect . . . but an important one. Livia, for example, has a very busy mind; always ruminating over one thing or another. That is the purpose of our session here. Now she is completely oblivious to her surroundings, aware of only her pain, her predicament, the power of her restraints, and of course, what I'm doing to her down here."

Livia was bucking and writhing uncontrollably now, and all the while, Sonia's fingers never left her clit. Amber wanted to turn away, but she couldn't. Like passing a fatal car wreck, she felt compelled to watch, unable to take her eyes off the site of this poor woman's suffering.

"I believe my girl is almost ready, just a little while longer and we'll finish our session."

Then Sonia finally released her and guided Amber out of the room, leaving Livia panting and whimpering alone in the darkness.

Sonia continued her speech as they walked, "Throughout your training, you will learn how pain and pleasure can be one of the same, and to embrace them both. In time, you will find that your physical reactions, your arousal, can be spurred immediately by the slap of a paddle, or the pinch of a clamp."

They turned a corner, then another to a long corridor where doors succeeded doors, all fashioned with spy holes and keyed locks. Amber wondered if there were other women, like Livia, being tortured behind those doors. Then they stopped and turned into one of the rooms. It was cramped, grimy and oppressive, with just enough space for a small bed and a toilet. There were no windows, only four concrete block walls and a steel faced door. A single naked bulb hung down from the ceiling that made it all look extremely seedy. The bed was nothing more than an old worn mattress. Leather cuffs were fastened to metal rings welded into the corners of the metal bed frame. Amber also noticed a ring bolt set into the wall, most-likely so the occupant could be chained there and still be able to reach the toilet.

"These are your quarters," Sonia told her as she removed the bindings from Amber's arms. "For now, you will be restrained to the bed at all times until I decide you can be trusted to use the facilities on your own. Understood?"

"Yes Ma'am," Amber answered.

"Also, you will not be permitted to wear any clothing, especially while you are in training. This rule applies to all new slaves. In time, you may be allowed to wear something while doing your chores, or when entertaining clients, but you will have to earn that right. Any questions?"

"Yes Ma'am . . . I mean, may I speak, Mistress?"

"Go ahead."

"What . . . what if I have to go to the bathroom?"

"Monique or one our handlers will check on you periodically. You can ask for permission then."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good. Now get down on your knees, and put your hands, palms down in front of you."

Amber carefully knelt down on the cold floor until she was on her hands and knees.

"Move your arms forward a little more," Sonia ordered, "that's it, and spread those knees wider. Good. Now lower your elbows to the floor."

Amber hesitated when she heard the last order, but only for a minute, then she dropped down to her elbows.

"Arch your back a little so I can see that pretty ass of yours . . . that's it."

Her nose was now less than three inches from the floor and Amber could see nothing else. It wasn't hard to imagine how she looked though. Her knees were spread wide, her pert ass turned upward invitingly with her back arched. Her nipples grew taut as they brushed against the gritty concrete, and both of her holes, now exposed, felt cool and vulnerable.

"This is called 'presenting', and in the future, when I tell you to 'present', you'll know exactly what to do. Won't you, sweetheart?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

Amber closed her eyes tight, but didn't move, as Sonia ran her hand up and down her smooth crotch.

"A good slave not only does what she is told, but she takes pleasure in it. She expects and wishes nothing more for herself than to please the one she serves. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"Yes, Ma'am, I do." Amber answered. Her own voice seemed far away.

"Good girl. Now get up and lie down on the bed so I can bind you."

Sonia locked Amber's wrists and ankles into the restraints. She was now lying spread-eagled on the mattress and feeling just as helpless as before, but in a different way.

"Poor Livia must be getting impatient with me by now," Sonia's voice chimed, "so I'm going to have you wait here until I finish with her. In the meantime, someone will bring in your food, then I suggest you get some rest. You'll need it."

Only a few minutes had passed after Sonia left before Monique entered the room carrying a tray of water and a covered bowl of what appeared to be stew. Amber was released from her restraints just long enough to eat. As she picked up her spoon and tried a bite of the stew. She chewed it and then swallowed with a measure of some surprise. It was actually quite good. At least she wasn't going to starve. She then realized how famished she was and dug into the meal with gusto. Once finished, her wrists and ankles were fastened to the bed again, then Monique took the tray and left the room, shutting off the light and closing the door behind her.

Lying on the bed, alone in the darkness, and silence, Amber thought of the other girl, Livia, and wondered what she was going through at the moment. She thought of Monique, who had not only accepted her role, but seemed quite content with it. Was she here of her own free will? Or had she been abducted too?

Amber raised her head as much as the restraints would allow, and gazed down at herself, stretched and naked on the mattress. It almost felt liberating not to have any hair down there -- it really made her feel sexy. Her vagina looked smooth and clean, like a blank canvas on display, ready for someone to leave his mark. She gently pulled on the restraints, first one wrist then the other. How strange it was not to have the use of her own hands, for her own privates to be completely inaccessible to her, and at the same time, open to anyone else.

"To resist . . . or not to resist. That is the question," she whispered to herself with bitter amusement at her paraphrasing of William Shakespeare.

A shiver ran through her body -- a combination of the chill that seemed to permeate the concrete walls around her, and the vivid memory of hanging alone in that dank wine cellar the night before, her flesh still burning with welts from her first whipping. She remembered the hallucinations she had; of the dark creatures that seemed so real as they circled and closed in around her helpless form. It seemed a part of herself had been lost then, leaving a void of stirring emotions that seemed out of control. Passion, sorrow, fear, and anticipation, all were amalgamating into something more primal that she could not yet comprehend. Amber wanted to explore this part of herself, but at the same time, feared that she would never be the same again if she did.

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The Observation Center, or more commonly referred to as "OC", was really just one room, about eight feet square in size, but arguably the most important component in the daily operations of Dark Oak Manor. Six monitors were mounted into one wall on which every "common area" in the whole house could be viewed by closed circuit television in both infra red and normal light. It had taken a while for Raven and Shane to get the cabling for this sussed out, but it came in kitset form, with relatively easy-to-understand instructions. No doubt, it came with an easy-to-read price tag as well, but the investors had deep pockets, so getting the financing needed for renovations was never a problem.

This closed circuit television system, coupled with a two-way intercom, allowed anyone in the OC to deal with several training or client-related sessions at a time in different rooms. There were also security cameras in the grounds and at the gate, to check on the arrival and departure of guests, and for security in general.

That evening, while Amber slept, Shane sat alone in the room and watched her on one of the monitors. The infrared was activated, so he could see her even with the lights out in her cell. He turned a dial slowly on the control panel. The camera lens zoomed in close and panned over her body.

"Hmmm nice," he commented out loud to no one.

Shane had planned to make a move on this one soon. The girls were always easier to deal with during the early stages of their training when they were still terrified and confused. Like the others, he would arrange their little encounter on one of his overnight shifts while everyone else was asleep. That way he could take his time with her. Of course, it would all be recorded, but that could be fixed easily enough. All he had to do was switch the tape with one of the older cassettes. No one bothered to check them anyway, and they were always rotated and recycled every five days. Very little could go wrong.

"Man, I love this job!"

He leaned back in his chair and smiled at the screen.

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