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Chapter Eight
Wade gazed down at Scully’s exposed cunt, pleased to see that ‘the
collar matched the cuffs’, as the old phrase has it. Still, the training centre
had a policy that all of its sluts would be kept permanently hairless below the
neck and so the restrained woman’s small patch of red pubic hair would have to
go. Wade could, of course, have got one of the tamed bitches like Honey kept on
at the centre as servants to perform such a basic task but he had always rather
enjoyed the chance of being the first trainer to become acquainted with a new
puppy’s cunt.
Reaching for the necessary equipment from a nearby trolley he began to
lather the area around Scully’s cunt. But before beginning to shave her pussy
bare he stood next to the FBI agent’s head and bent down close to her,
whispering: “Now, I don’t want to cut you, so I suggest you stay quite still
whilst I get you properly shaved.”
Staying still was, however, proving to be increasingly difficult for
Scully as the tamed Oriental pet working on her tits continued to expertly coax
pleasurable sensations out of the swollen orbs. She forced herself to remain
motionless as she felt the razor begin to denude her nether regions, however,
and was as smooth as a billiard ball in just a few moments.
Her tormentor then returned to a position next to her head. “Honey,
time to start work on her cunt,” he ordered and the Asian female obediently
moved away from Scully’s tits and positioned herself between the restrained
female’s involuntarily spread legs. “Start with the cunt lips only – no
penetration and no clit action,” Wade continued, before turning his attentions
once more to Scully’s face.
“The thing is, my pet, we know what you really are,” he said to the
distressed woman beneath him. “We don’t just snatch any old woman off the
street, oh no, we make a point of only choosing the most suitable.”
This was not, of course, a strictly accurate comment, since the shadow
government considered it a point of principle that it could abduct and enslave
any woman it wished, but an important part of the training process used to turn
proud, independent women into obedient pet sluts was an extensive programme of
mind games to convince the puppies in training that they really were submissive
sluts at heart and that genuine submission and obedience really were their most
sensible options. Every brainwashing technique ever devised by the CIA, the KGB
and the Chinese intelligence services was available to the slut trainers if
need be, as were a huge range of drugs that could be used to subdue and alter a
woman’s mind. Wade, however, was something of a romantic in this area – he
preferred to get a pet-in-training’s own body to betray it, wherever possible,
as the first and most important stage in a new bitch’s subjugation.
As her trainer spoke gently to her, telling her what a repressed slut
she was and how she would soon be enjoying and even needing the almost
relentless fuckings that would henceforth be her fate, Scully felt the touch of
another woman’s lips on her now denuded cunt lips for the very first time and,
as had been the case when her tits were caressed so expertly, the first
sensation she experienced was one of simple pleasure.
“No,” Scully managed to say, with a gentle moan, before Wade silenced
her with a surprisingly gentle finger to her lips. “Now remember pet, no
talking from you… Yes, I know that you want to beg and plead and scream but I’m
afraid that resistance just isn’t allowed.”
“Here, this will help keep you obedient, for the time being,” he
continued, reaching for a large red ballgag on a nearby trolley. “Now, be a
good little pet and open wide.”
Scully tried to resist, tried to fight against the horror of what was
happening to her but one more burst of pain from her implant soon had her
accepting the intruder into her mouth in a meek and docile manner. “Now, that
is so much better,” her torturer laughed as he buckled the gag behind her head.
Scully could only moan incoherently in response as Honey, the petite Oriental
slut continued to lap gently at her cunt lips.
“Now, I think her clit could do with a little attention, and you can
also check to see if she’s wet yet,” the dominant male in the little tableau
being played out in training room B ordered his willing Asian assistant. Honey
obeyed instantly, as she had been trained to do, and the bound and gagged
Scully was soon writhing around helplessly as her clitoris was exposed and then
gently licked whilst first one, then two, then three fingers were gently
inserted into her cunt.
If the sensation of having her tits fondled by another woman whilst in
bondage had been bafflingly pleasant the experience of having her cunt played
with by a female who was undoubtedly a true expert in pussy licking was beyond
anything Scully had ever experienced before. “I can’t be enjoying this, this is
rape,” the rational part of her mind tried to tell her, over and over again,
but another, more primordial segment of her brain insisted on telling a very
different story as the pure physical sensations that she was experiencing would
not be denied.
“So, slut, is she wet then?” Wade asked. In answer, and without
breaking her cunt licking rhythm, Honey simply held up her left hand so that
Wade could see the tips of her fingers glistening with pussy juice from the
bound woman’s cunt. “Honey says you are very wet and willing,” Scully’s trainer
whispered into her ear, eliciting another muffled groan of despair (or was it
lust?) from the restrained female. “And soon you will feel even hornier... when
I fuck you… because, you see, we took you because our psychological profilers
said that you would make a perfect slut, that you are a repressed nymphomaniac
and that a short programme of obedience training will soon teach you your
proper place in the order of things.”
Scully struggled to focus on the words that were cruelly, subtly
insinuating themselves into her consciousness. “It can’t be true,” she thought
to herself. “I’m not some kind of sex-crazed slut and, even if I were, that
can’t justify kidnapping and slavery.” Honey’s talented tongue was making
rational thought harder and harder for the helpless FBI agent, however, and, as
time passed, Scully could begin to feel an orgasm building.
Wade, too, was experienced enough in the ways of wanton female flesh to
recognise the approach of an orgasm in one of his captives and he began to
stroke Scully’s mane of copper-coloured hair back from her face as her first
cum as a slave bitch moved inexorably closer, because he soooo wanted to see
the expression on her face when she was forced to surrender a part of her
independence for the very first time.
And when it came it came big time. As only Scully’s wrists and ankles
had been restrained when she had been mounted on the examination chair the
captive FBI agent’s whole body bucked like a bronco as the intimate caresses of
the Asian slave came to their logical conclusion. The look of horror, of
despair, and of pure lust, all inextricably mingled on the face of the gagged
woman, gave Wade a moment of pure joy as she writhed in her bondage. “I just
can’t believe I get paid to do this job,” he thought to himself as Scully’s
orgasm eventually began to subside.
Honey looked up at him expectantly, her work for the time being done
and her owner gestured for the Oriental pet to crawl toward him. A near permanent
and often (in consequence) rather painful erection is an occupational hazard of
the slut trainer and Scully’s recent domination had given Wade a boner to be
proud of. Honey’s talented and apparently tireless tongue soon began to take
care of that little problem, however and Wade stroked the long black of hair of
the formerly successful businesswoman as she sucked him off, wondering idly as
he did how many years of service she would be able to provide before she became
too old to be considered attractive. The women abducted and trained by Wade and
his colleagues fell into three categories: women like Scully who had been
kidnapped to order by a specific individual; women who were trained and then
placed on the auction block for sale; and women like Honey, whose world class
pussy licking skills meant that she would effectively spend the rest of her
days as an assistant in the training centre, teaching reluctant slut after
reluctant slut the joys of enforced lesbian sex.
Whilst her tormenter received some much needed relief, for the first
time since she had woken up in her cell the previous day Scully had a few
moments to think about her predicament. Her captors obviously had no intention
of murdering her, she thought, but a life enslaved as a domesticated pet being
repeatedly raped by her owner was hardly an improvement on death. However, as
long as there was life there was hope, her train of thought continued, and so
she began to methodically consider her options. There was no way she could effect an escape by overpowering her captors because a
simple thought from any of them could incapacitate her in a microsecond.
Breaking out of her cell at night, similarly, didn’t seem like a viable option
– she was no Harry Houdini and, besides, if last night was anything to go by
her captors intended to keep her drugged overnight.
However, the well-trained sluts like Sugar and Honey (“No! Their names
are Margaret Johansen and Chee Moon-Leng,” Scully reprimanded herself) were
apparently allowed to move around wherever the hell they were all being held
unsupervised. So all she had to do, the captive FBI agent reasoned, was
convince her abductors that she had been fully trained and broken to slavery
and she too would be allowed to move around freely, significantly increasing
the chances of escape.
Having reasoned thus far Scully knew what she was going to have to do.
A chill ran through her as she cold-bloodedly calculated that she was going to
have to learn to obey, to act exactly as a well-trained submissive slut would
in order to win her captors’ trust and learn how to escape. She would have to
convince men who were presumably trained to spot such subterfuge that she was
really wet and willing and ready to please in any way that they wanted whilst
yet, at the core of her being, remaining an independent woman, a human being
for whom slavery was a fate not to be tolerated.
Which would be hard, a small voice inside Scully suggested. She had
already been given one mind-blowing orgasm by her trainers; if they continued to
tempt her with such strong sensations of physical pleasure could she resist the
allure of genuine surrender long enough to escape their clutches?
She might yet be rescued, Scully reminded herself, as Mulder and
Skinner would naturally be doing all they could to track her down. Mulder had,
however, spent almost all his life looking for his abducted sister with a
rather conspicuous lack of success, his FBI partner ruefully reminded herself,
so relying on those two to rescue her was probably not a sensible option. She
was going to have to do it herself…
Chapter Nine
His erection temporarily subdued by his Asian pet, Wade focused his
mind back on the job in hand. Freeing Scully from her bonds he ordered her to
assume position one and was rather surprised when she complied with something
resembling enthusiasm. He had read BDSM fiction where women were converted into
obedient sluts after one brief but intense fucking session but, in the real
world that he occupied, This Never Happened – training of even the most
naturally docile victim invariably took months before one could say with
certainty that the slave was fully trained and 100% obedient. His new redheaded
pet’s newfound desire to please, therefore, set a few alarm bells ringing.
Not that a little enthusiasm for the task would do any harm in the
short term, however, he thought, as next job on the list was to teach Scully
how to pose like the slut that she was shortly to become. Wade, the once proud
FBI agent and the tamed bitch Honey, therefore, spent the next several hours
teaching Scully the many positions that she would have to adopt instantly on
command. If the pet being trained resisted a command or made a mistake or even
just failed to adopt a new pose with sufficient enthusiasm then Wade activated
her implant and it wasn’t long before Scully could be manipulated by her owner
to offer her delightful body in almost any manner that he could imagine.
Scully lost all track of time as she was trained to obey. Conflicting
emotions tore through her as, on the one hand, she struggled to be as obedient
as possible in order to convince her captors that she could be trusted whilst,
on the other, the way in which she was being forced to display her body to a
complete stranger who had absolutely no compunction in touching her intimately
whenever he felt like it was such a wholly alien concept that sometimes her
mind instinctively rebelled.
It was only when the door to the training room opened and another naked women entered carrying a tray with several dog
feeding bowls on it that Scully realised how hungry she was. The woman carrying
the tray was another beauty, Hispanic in appearance this time, but Scully did
not recognise her as one of the abductees whose disappearance she had recently
been investigating.
“Ah, lunch,” said Wade as he too noted the entry of the Latin beauty.
“Chilli, line the bowls up on the floor then I want all three of you bitches
down and ready to eat – position six.”
The two tamed females, both Latin and Asian, instinctively dropped into
position and, after a second of hesitation, Scully did likewise. All three
women looked up expectantly at Wade. “Okay, sluts, eat,”
he commanded and all three immediately began to tuck into the mush contained
within their bowls. Wade noted with satisfaction, as Harold had done the night
before, that Scully did not need to be told how to eat like a bitch; indeed,
her feeding ‘technique’ with her hands splayed on either side of the bowl and
her ass raised high as her head dipped into the food was well nigh perfect.
“Honey, take the feeding bowls back to the kitchen and then go to the
dispatch room for reassignment,” Wade ordered his Asian pet and the Oriental
slut obeyed silently. The bitch trainer then surveyed his two remaining
charges, both of whom had stayed obediently down on all fours once they had
finished their
And after a minute or two she noticed something else; her latest
lesbian sex partner was considerably less expert than the Asian slut who had
torn such a strong orgasm out of her earlier that day. The tongue bath of her
cunt that she was experiencing was still pleasant but Scully soon found that a
part of her wanted to reach back and move the Latin woman’s head down slightly
and instruct her to spend more time on the clit and less on the pussy lips.
“Christ, what am I becoming?” Scully thought to herself in
astonishment, once it had registered that she was actually contemplating
co-operation with her latest playmate. “I must not enjoy being forced to
engage in lesbian sex. I must stay in control.”
The slut called Chilli’s tongue, although inexpert, was persistent,
however, and as time passed it became, once again, harder and harder for Scully
to resist her ministrations. And then yet another new threat
entered her world. After having watched one of his sluts work on the other
for several minutes, Wade decided that it was high time to teach the redheaded
bitch a new trick. Selecting a low stool, therefore, he sat before Scully and
unzipped his pants, revealing a penis that was once again fully erect.
“Time to check out your cocksucking skills, little one,” he explained
to his victim, noting her expression of horror as it became obvious what was
about to happen to her but also observing with some satisfaction that she did
not pull away from her impending fate or attempt to speak.
Scully had known, of course, that this was going to happen sooner or
later and had, in fact, been quite relieved that her first forced sexual
encounters had both been with women but the psychological leap required to take
her trainer’s cock into her mouth hadn’t got any smaller because of this. The
very, very small number of men on whom she had performed oral sex in the past
had practically had to ask for the service in writing with several weeks notice
and even when she had granted her permission it was not a task that Scully had
ever performed with any great enthusiasm. Yet here was an erect cock and it was
going into her mouth right there and then and she was going to suck it and suck
it well or its owner would inflict terribly pain on her.
Accepting her fate Scully slowly opened her mouth. “That’s it, good
girl,” Wade whispered softly as he gently slid his member into the now gaping
orifice. “Now suck it in and out, nice and slow.”
Scully did as commanded and soon found a rhythm that seemed to keep her
abductor happy and that she could stick to without having to think too hard.
And this was important because the tongue of the Latin lesbian was continuing
to work away at Scully’s cunt and had somehow finally found her clit. The
pleasure in her loins began to build towards another orgasm as she continued to
suck on her captor’s cock. With her mouth full and her breath coming in shorter
and shorter bursts as she approached orgasm Scully started to black out; she
tried to dispel her oral intruder to get some air but Wade wasn’t having any of
that and firmly grasped the back of her head, forcing his cock deeper. Forced
to breath only through her nose, Scully tried to up the pace of her cocking
sucking in order to get the job done and some air into her lungs. As it
happened, both Scully and her owner came at the same time and the FBI agent
experienced something close to nirvana as a huge orgasm coupled with a measure
of oxygen deprivation sent her into a place that she had never previously known
existed – she would have called it Paradise had the pleasure not been inflicted
on her by force. She found herself swallowing her rapist’s cum almost
instinctively – something she had never down with previous sexual partners –
but then found herself falling away, down into a very dark pit.
Wade observed her faint with a smile. They were all sluts inside, of
course, he knew, but the psych profilers had been dead right with this one –
she was an absolute natural. He wondered how long before he could make this
slut beg for the chance to suck his cock – and mean every word of her plea – a
couple of weeks? Days? It sure would be fun finding
out, he thought to himself. “This one needs to be groomed,” he said to the
Latin woman who, having licked Scully to orgasm, was sat obediently on all
fours awaiting further instructions. “Wait until she comes round and then take
her to the bathhouse. I’ll meet you there.” And, with that, Wade left the two
bitches alone in the training room. There were a couple of points he needed to
talk to Harold about. The new redheaded nympho needed a name, for example. “I
think ‘Rusty’, the pet trainer thought to himself as he headed towards the
centre’s administration block. “Yes, ‘Rusty’ would suit that randy little bitch
down to the ground.”
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