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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 10 o?clock, Master Bob looked around and decided that it was time to get to the real party. The maids and slaves cleaned up and relocated the buffet and bar. Master Bob and his guests took the elevator down to the basement of the house. Predictably, the basement of Master Bob?s house was set up as a dungeon with all manner of toys and equipment for restraint and causing pain. This was where the real party would be held.

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 Torture Island and had flown out to that facility to meet with the lead scientists from two different programs to propose his new idea.

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 NorthAmerica and was large enough to have its own airfield. Jim had boarded the corporate jet that morning for the flight to Torture Island. The flight would take 12 hours and make 3 additional stops. The jet featured a small ( 10 person ) master?s cabin and service area while the rest of the jet was setup for cargo and the transport of slaves. In addition to Master Jim the jet would be loading a shipment of milk and cum and 8 new slaves that had been brought in by the capture teams based at the ranch.

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 Torture Island Airport, the slave attendants assured Jim that his luggage would be delivered to his suite in the Masters Quarters so he decided to take a taxi over to the R&D area and see if he could meet with some of the people there. His meeting was not until the next morning but he wanted to see the facility.

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 ? 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 Torture Island. If you are allowed to speak, you will call me Mistress Rianna or Mistress. You will never speak unless it is to answer a question. You will obey all commands given to you by a Master, Mistress, or superior slave. You will never again be free, you will be slaves for the rest of your lives. You are here to be evaluated. I am going to decide what slave duties you are going to be assigned. So my pretties, lets get to work. I think I?d like to evaluate you in order of capture this time.?

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 Shemale Training Center. The entrance room was large and fairly empty. Aside from a few chairs and a receptionist?s desk there were 3 more of the bizarre women in pink latex and a fourth woman dressed in a red latex dress with matching boots and gloves. She was obviously in charge since she was sitting on what could only be called a throne and she was the only woman in the room not wearing a pink collar.

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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