by Alan Horn
The women obeyed. He inspected them and said, “Watch your posture. Keep your head erect and your eyes downcast. Arch your backs, thrust out your breasts. If you do not maintain correct posture you may expect punishment. Do you understand?
“Yes, Master,” both women chorused in unison.
“Good, he said, “Now eat everything on your plates.” He took the covers off of the large bowls on the cart and set them on the floor in front of the two women. “Eat,” he commanded.
Liz immediately lowered her head to the bowl and began eating. The chain from her leash rattled on the edge of the bowl.
I looked at the bowl in astonishment. Women don't eat out of a bowl on the floor. We're not animals. I don't care if we are slaves, we are still people! I was angry and terrified. I wanted to rebel. Would they punish me if I didn't eat? Did I want to the feel the whip again? Did I just want reassurance of my status? Or did I just want to arousal by the whip?
The man took a whip off the cart and laid a stinging stroke on my shoulders. He said, “ Eat it all now!”
The pain was terrible. My whole body quivered.. M y shoulders were on fire and my chains held me fast. I realized I had been foolish and resolved to be obedient in the future. Slaves were not permitted dignity or allowed any independent action. “Yes, Master!” I exclaimed, ashamed of both my submission and the sexual heat that had erupted in my belly. I felt like I would climax if he struck me one more time. I hoped he would touch me some other way.
The men watched while we ate. Both of us ate everything in the bowls, a tasteless porridge with bits of meat and vegetable. We licked the bowls clean when we finished. The men took the bowls and wiped our faces with a damp cloth.
The man who had instructed them said, “Posture. Silence. Do not move.” and both men left the room, leaving us kneeling our leashes stretched out on the floor in front of us.
I was no longer hungry for food. I was, though, famished for sex. I was much aroused by the feeding and the feel of my leash. I knew I was helpless to actually resist anyone and the more I thought about my helplessness, the hotter I grew. I considered touching Liz but was not not to move. I dismissed any movement, both because if might get them punished but also because I must obey. It was my duty as a slave girl. There, I had admitted it. I was a slave girl and I loved it. I needed control, to submit to a master. I longed for a Master of my own.
The human mind cannot tell time. Much later, the door opened and Dr. Benoit found us still in kneeling display position facing the door. He walked over and stood in front of us. “Excellent,” he said. “”Elizabeth, are you comfortable?”
“Yes, Master,” she replied.
The Doctor said, “The program requires that you lose all sense of privacy. This includes modesty, independence, morality, secrecy, and integrity. All those qualities you will replace with obedience. You have committed serious crimes and committed to life imprisonment. You will never be free again. Once convicted your ability to make any decision evaporated. The decision to place you in the program is mine. From now on your opinion is meaningless. You will never again make a decision. But, you will have more pleasure than you ever experienced. Do either of you have any comments?”
Neither woman spoke.
“Good,” the Doctor said, “In this facility, we have professionals to ensure you do not escape. This program you are now a part of will ensure you also cannot escape from a private home. Your restraints make you helpless and your rings ensure your sexual pleasure. They enhance your beauty and desirability, and you are completely controlled. I am sure you are curious what this all will mean, but you will shortly learn that. He locked their nose leashes to rings above their beds, left the room and both girls lay down on their beds.
Strange, I thought, I felt calm and relaxed. I knew I had no choices to make. Whatever happened I knew I was on my way. I believed the Doctor. It was going to get better. Hard or not, I was on my way. I looked about my body. I wore steel bands riveted on my wrists, ankles, and neck. Chains limited my arms and legs freedom. I had no choice in anything. I was helpless and must obey every command. From anyone. I was free of worry and doubt.
I could never again run or kick or extend my arms. I had heavy rings in my labia and nipples that aroused me whenever I moved. My nose bore a large golden ring and a leash I was helpless to remove. That alone, proclaimed to all who saw me that I was slave. Any small child could control me with a single finger through one of my rings. I was every man's wet dream, made real. My master, whoever it would be would own me. Every part of my body, every moment of my life, every word I spoke, every thought I had. I was his puppet, his property, his possession. How I wanted to be with him. I longed for his commands.
I felt aroused and impatient. I was helpless and totally available to anyone. My insides were churning, I felt her my juices lubricating my nether lips. I had accepted that I was a natural slave. Now I wanted a Master of my own. I wanted to learn all my Master's desires and preferences. To serve Him and Please Him in a way I never was able to with Jack. I wished I could make it up to him. He deserved better than I was able to give then.
I wanted a strong Master that forced me to give him ultimate perfection every minute. One who corrected me for every act that was not perfect. I wanted no slack at all. I wanted a Master that would force me to give him the greatest pleasure possible. I wanted to get on with my training right now. The sooner it finished, the sooner I would have a Master of my own. My heated belly burned with impatience. I felt aroused, hot to fuck and hot to learn everything a slave needed. I was ready to go! I was also totally helpless and impotent to affect events in any way. I realized that my wonderful, giddy impatience derived from my helplessness. With this thought, relaxed and waiting for my Masters to act, I slept.
Chapter 15 - Controlled
I jolted awake. I looked around. The Doctor had entered the room followed by two men. I immediately slid off the bed and into kneeling display position.
Liz followed suit. The Doctor said, “Good girls. Today you will both start training. Obey your trainers in all things. The training will make you sweat to increase your fitness and endurance. The training will increase your sexual responsiveness. You will learn that pain and pleasure are the same. Now these trainers will take you to the program area.” He left and the two men unlocked the girls from the wall and used their chains to lead them away.
I felt helpless with my arms bound, but happy. I was finally on my way, soon to get out of this place. I followed the trainer smiling and happy. Liz, of course followed her trainer, but did not look like she was sure this was a good thing.
They led us down a flight of stairs then into a long, wide hallway. Halfway down the hall I could see several girls standing or kneeling next to the wall. As we approached, I could see that the girls wore slave chains and rings like mine. They stayed close to the wall. Padlocks fastened their nose leashes to a short chain hanging from a wall ring. The chains were just long enough for the girls to lie on the floor and kept them from touching each other. The trainers stopped us two stations away from the nearest girl. They locked our leashes to separate wall rings and walked away without a word.
I stood there in amazement, “What now,” I thought. “Is something going to happen here? I looked around and took a tentative step away from the wall. I could only cover half the width of the hall before my chain grew taut. I saw there was another ring bolted to the wall under the one where my chain fastened, near the floor. Each girl had a waste bucket with a lid. Between each station, hanging on the wall, out of their reach, were several objects. a couple of whips of different lengths, and a box. I couldn't see inside it. I didn't like the look of the whips, but there was nothing I could do about them. I shrugged and knelt.
Time dragged on. Most of the girls knelt on the floor. I would have liked to sit, but the masters forbade that.. Slave girls must learn patience for the masters looked after their own needs, not ours.
A few times, a man, would walk down the h
all, on some errand or business of their own. All the girls would jump to a kneeling display position to avoid a whipping for disrespect. Usually they would walk down the line of chained women looking them over. Sometimes the passerby would stop and command a girl to a different position. If they did this they would touch or rub the girl. The third person to look at us, a man, stopped in front of me and said, “Your knees are too close together. Stand up.” He took one of the whips from the wall and said, “Spread your legs and bend over."
I knew I was going to be punished and was terrified, but knew if I didn't obey, it would be worse. I bent over and instantly felt the terrible pain as he whipped my upraised buttocks, hard. I squealed. My body jumped but I forced my feet to stay frozen. I received two more stinging lashes, then after a long pause, he said, "Kneel." I quickly dropped to my knees, careful to get them as far apart as possible. I fairly pushed my breasts at him and kept my head erect. He replaced the whip and walked on without another word.
Mine was the only punishment I saw that day. I remained on my knees to pamper my burning ass. I counted more than thirty people passing me that day. There was no privacy for any of us slaves. We resided in a well used corridor, naked and chained. We each had a waste bucket but everyone could see and hear its use.
Hours later a group of five men appeared. They brought a cart down the hall with them. We all got into kneeling display position with our backs up against the wall. They stopped the cart in front of the first girl, Liz. One of them ordered her to stand and come close to them. Liz complied and they unlocked her chain from the wall and re-locked it to a ring on the back of the cart. There was a large metal tank on the cart. Arranged around the sides were cleaning equipment. Brooms, mops, rags, a couple of spray bottles. Regina could see the word “Disinfectant” printed on a bottle.
The men spaced themselves along the string of girls. They each had a cloth bag in their hands. One man, in the middle of the hall spoke, loudly, “I am Master John. You are all slaves about to begin your training. I am the chief trainer. These men are your trainers. We will train you to be the most beautiful, happy, obedient and sexually pleasing slaves in the world. Our methods are harsh and exacting because it works. When your training is complete you will be beautiful, arousing, and pleasing girls. You will love what you have become. You will be slave girls.
We call this training, but we are not changing your soul. We will give you new skills. However, primarily we are going to give you back something that society has taken away. We are going to help you unlock your true selves. You will experience the sensuous pleasures already in your bodies and minds. These trainers will use the whip and sex to reconnect you with your deepest emotions. When we finish, you will feel complete and natural. You will be able to express your many, many suppressed longings. Your chains make it easier for us to train you and make it possible for you to leave this place for better ones. Work hard and you will hasten your discovery of your true self.
We have a few rules you must follow. First is instant obedience to your trainers. If you break a rule, you will be corrected. We have found that instant punishment for transgressions works best. There are two basic levels. If you disobey a command you will receive five lashes. If you break a rule you will receive three lashes. You can see the whips hanging on the wall. The long one is for your back and ass and thighs. The short one is for your breasts. If you protest the punishment it will double. If we determine that more severe punishment is needed you can be whipped longer. We have a solitary confinement cell, we have small cages, there are individual cells. And there are punitive restraints. You will not like any of them. Also, any free person may punish you whenever they like, and they will do it often because it pleases them. After you have been here a while, you will enjoy being whipped, believe it or not.” He paused and looked at them for a few moments.
“We will exert absolute control over you.. You will be evaluated regularly. Your rations will be adjusted to let you reach your best weight. You will be exercised to keep you fit and increase your endurance. You will defecate only once per day. This is doable because of our control over your food intake. We will install plugs in your anus that only we can remove. And it is time for that now. Go to your waste buckets and empty yourselves completely. When finished, stand up, move as far away from the wall as your tethers permit and face the wall. Spread your feet as far apart as you can, bend over, and use your hands to spread your butt cheeks wide.”
We all stood up and looked at each other in horror as we walked forward the few steps permitted by their chains. None of us voiced any complaint, but all were full of dread and resignation. Each of the trainers took a jar and an anal plug out of their bag and lubricated the plug. The plugs had the usual conical end but the outside end had a long extension with a ring on the end. It looked like a thin handle. The trainer placed the point of the plug in the center of my sphincter. Master John said, “Try to relax. It will only hurt if you resist.”
My trainer pushed the tapered plug into me, with a rotating motion. It slipped in with only a little resistance. Once it was seated, he twisted the key several times until he could not pull it out. I groaned as it swelled larger inside me. It felt like a balloon, making me so full I was afraid something would break. He removed the key and told me, straighten up and go to standing display facing away from the wall.” I obeyed his command. He said, “Good girl,” when I had finished. I found I was inordinately pleased by the praise. I could feel the 'handle' laying against my skin between my anus and vagina.
Each girl's ass was plugged by their trainers.
I had an invader locked in my ass. I felt full, like I had to go. I felt chagrined at the loss of another bit of control I had retained until now. I was being unreasonable if I expected to keep control over anything, I realized. What could they take away next? What control do any of us have left? I expected the trainers to control my actions and speech. Now they had control of my bodily functions. I wanted to scream that it was unfair, but realized it would earn me punishment. And, I thought, I am now their property and they can do whatever they want with me. I was impotent. Totally controlled. As I thought about my absolute loss of control I realized I was getting aroused. I was shocked at the submissive lust heating my belly. I wanted to kneel at his feet, lick his boots and beg him to take me now. But I was under orders and had to obey them. I got even more aroused at this thought.
Master John told everyone what they could expect every day in the evening. The cleaning duty would rotate among them. Today, Liz would perform the duty. A trainer would bring out the cart for his trainee to use. She would be attached to the cart, her hands unlocked. She would then go to each girl, order her to standing display position as far away from the wall as possible.
She was to empty the waste bucket into the tank on the cart, clean and replace the bucket.
The girl was then to sweep the floor and collect the sweepings in the dustpan and put them in the dustbin on the cart. The girl could return to kneeling display position. She would then put one of the sleeping pads beside the girl and repeat for all the stations. When finished she would bring the cart back to her position and clean it. The trainer would then return the cart to housekeeping. The cart girl in charge of the other girls while performing her duties. During this time she was to be addressed as “Mistress.”
Liz then cleaned all the stations and returned to her station. Her trainer inserted her plug and her chain was then locked back on the wall ring. One of the men said, “Good girl.” The men left with the cart.
We were not given any covering for the night. The temperature in the room remained constant and warm throughout the day. I was always warm. The trainers turned the lights down, but not off. A trainer always watched them and ordered us to not make any noise. for the night.
Chapter 16 - Cleaned
In the morning, the lights were turned on and several trainers appeared. I awoke and tried to move my arm. It wouldn't move and I remembered where and what I was. A slave'
s day always began with frustration. Then I realized I must kneel or feel a whip. The girls, of course knelt, and inspected. Faults were corrected with a single stroke of the whip. Based on the comments I heard the trainers were mostly correcting details. Like failure to smile or spread their knees wide enough. They then ordered us to stand and face down the hall. The trainers walked down the string of girls locking their leashes to the collar of the girl in front of her. We were marched to the bathroom in single file. The trainers called this a 'coffle' and we should remember the term.
The bathroom was a surprise. It was a long room, completely tiled in white tile. There was a scale by the door. A trainer weighed each girl as we entered and recorded the weight. There was a large raised trough, also tiled, almost as tall as me that had steam rising from it. It was close to one long wall and had a sloped ramp on either end. Over it there was a track with a chain hanging from the end nearest them. The first girl on the coffle was led to the middle of the room, close to one end of the trough. Her lead was locked to a sturdy post. The rest of the coffle was evenly spread and the last girl was tethered to another post. Reddish rubber hoses dangled from a pipe near the ceiling, behind each girl. We were ordered to standing display facing the trough.
A trainer walked up to me and applied a thick cream to my rings, all except my nose ring. He started with my left ear ring, rubbed the cream onto the ring, then rotated the ring. He moved down my body creaming and rotating each ring until all were done. The rings had stuck and it hurt a little as they were rotated. This was a minor discomfort, soon soothed by the cream. I wish my hands were free so I could do it myself, but that apparently was not going to happen. This was only done for the first week.
A trainer ordered “Bend over and spread your feet. The trainers then walked behind each girl removing the butt plugs. After all were out, they were dropped into a cleaning tank. The trainers inserted a soft rubber phallus shaped hose into each anus, turned a valve and waited.