Chapter 2 - Sarah
Sarah Milligan was 22 years old and had just graduated from college. She had
moved to San Francisco to find work. On her last evening as a free woman she
had been walking around the neighborhood when a white van pulled up beside her.
The side door of the van flew open and 2 men jumped out, grabbed her by the
arms and pulled her into the van. She opened her mouth to scream and a blond
haired woman pushed a penis gag into her mouth before she could make a sound.
The muffled grunts she was now able to make couldn't be heard outside of the
van now. A second woman pressed a button and the door to the van closed sealing
her inside with these monsters. While the men pulled her arms back behind her
she felt the van move off down the street. She felt metal on her wrists and
heard the ratcheting of the handcuffs they put on her. The same was done to her
ankles a moment later.
The second woman pressed a second button on a small box and spoke, " Ok, we got
her. Lets head over for number 3 and we'll set her up back here."
Sarah started crying. The blond woman slapped her on the cheek. "Stop that we
have a lot of work to do and you have a lot to learn and crying only gets in
the way"
The van had no windows but interior lighting kept it brightly lit. There was a
wall in the front so she couldn't see the driver or where they were going.
There were cabinets attached to the walls and one was open. On one side were
more of the penisgags like the one invading her mouth hanging from pegs and on
the other side were more handcuffs. Along the side were 6 more cabinets. Four
of these were labeled with large numbers 1, 2, 3, and 4 the other 2 were blank.
Her captors were all dressed alike, leather shorts and open leather vests. The
vests on the women barely covered the nipples on their breasts. Each of them
had a gold colored collar with matching bands on their wrists and ankles. In
the back of the van were 4 chairs. They were padded vinal with arm rests set in
2 rows. One of the chairs was occupied by a girl. A naked girl! She was
strapped into the chair. She was not gagged but she did have a steel collar
around her neck and she wasn't making any noise.
Sarah was shaking with fear and mewing into her gag. Here she was gagged, hand
and ankle cuffed, kneeling in the back of a van with one naked tied up girl and
four bizarre half naked captors. She knew she was never going back to her
apartment again, that the men were going to rape and kill her.
"Lets see if we got the right package before we unwrap it." The blond spoke up
in the silience. She opened the cabinet marked 2 and pulled a folder out which
she opened. "You are Sarah Milligan? I want you to nod your head for yes or
shake your head for no." The seconds passed and Sarah didn't move. The blond's
hand shot out a slapped Sarah across the face with a crack. Sarah's head turned
rapidly to the right and back. "When I ask a question, I expect an answer. The
amount of pain you receive here depends on how cooperative you are." Tears
welled up in Sarah's eyes and what was probably a scream tried unsuccessfully
to get past the gag in her mouth. A reddening hand print was becoming more and
more visable on her face. The brunette reached over and grabbed Sarah's purse,
and found her wallet and pulled out her driver's license. She handed it over to
the blond and said, "Lady Jannette, let's assume that she's going to continue
being a stupid little girl and not cooperate with your most reasonable
requests. The license proves that we have the right girl and it will be more
fun to ask her after we punish her." The blond looked pensively at the folder
for a moment and replied, "You're right, Lady Lynn, and I can't wait to strip
her down and get a good look at her." Lady Jannette put the folder back into
the cabinet and pulled out a pair of sissors. She held them out and said, "Sir
Mike, Sir Jim, will you do the honors?"
The man on Sarah's right reached over and accepted the sissors. "We would be
most happy to. Sir Jim, would you hold her while I get to work? Sir mike moved
around in front of Sarah brandishing the sissors. Now don't squirm around cunt
I wouldn't want to cut you, not yet at least."
He reached out and grabbed the right sleeve of her tee shirt and cut from the
under side all of the way down to the bottom hem. He then repeated the process
with her left sleeve. Next he cut the top of her left sleeve and then the right
side. The tee shirt fell to the floor in two pieces. Sir mike picked them up
and handed them back to Lady Jannette who put the rags in a paper shopping bag.
Sarah knelt there in her lacy pink bra and her tennis skirt. Sir Mike reached
over and held the hem of the skirt and cut up to the waistband. It too went
into the bag. Now they saw a pretty young red head in matching pink bra and
thong in tennis shoes.
"Loose the shoes, they deffinatly don't go with the sexy underwear." Quipped
lady Lynn. "What do you think, 36C chest, 22 inch waist and 38 inch hips? My
My, you are a sexy little package." Sir Mike removed the shoes as Lady Lynn
continued. "I can't wait to play with you. But we must move on. Even though it
won't matter later, I want to see if you are a natural red head so lets see
some tits and fur!" Using the sissors, Sir Mike removed the last 2 remaining
articles of clothing leaving Sarah naked and crying. "Oh you are a redhead! I
love it, we don't get too many of those."
"Let's get you dressed in your new uniform." Quipped Lady Lynn, "I know you'll
love it as much as we do." She reached into the number 2 cabinet and pulled out
a steel collar. Sir Mike gathered her shoulder length hair and lifted it up to
bare her neck. "This is your training collar." She was informed by Lady Lynn as
she placed it around her neck, "It doesn't come off except to be replaced by
your working collar when you are trained. It has some special features but
we'll get into some of them in a minute. It also signifies that you are a slave
of the governing board of Torture Island. All slaves wear a collar and the
color indicates their status. All colors are superior to training collars and
you must instantly obey any order given by a superior. Gold collar are the top
of the food chain and you will address and gold collared slave as Lady or Sir.
All other colors are addressed as Slave. Free men and women do not wear collars
and will be addressed as Master or Mistress. This is you absolute minimum
uniform but for you training you will also wear these wrist and ankle cuffs as
well as a waist belt. Every thing locks on."
With that they began installing the items on her. Sarah shivered with each click
of the locks. Oddly enough, they did not remove the hand and ankle cuffs she
already had on. The two men grabbed her under her arms and dragged he back to
the second chair. There were two rings on each side of her waist belt in
addition to the two placed in the front and back, they were locked to short
chains on the chair binding her to it. Next they each took a foot and removed
the original ankle cuffs and locked her legs to the legs of the chair. "Bend
forward so we can do your arms!" There was no request in Sir Mike's voice. They
freed and the locked her wrists to the chair arms.
Lady Jannette came over to Sarah and pulled what appeared to be a remote control
from a holster on her shorts. "I'm going to explain 2 of the special features
of your collar and I suggest that you listen closely. Your training collar
contains electrodes that are in contact with your skin. If you are a bad slut I
can shock you." Lady Jannette showed Sarah the remote it had four thumb wheels
and two rows of four buttons. The top right button glowed red. "This button,"
putting her thumb over the left hand button on the second row, "controls the
shock. The wheel controls how bad." She pressed the button and held it down for
two seconds. The pain hit her like a blow. Her skin felt like it was on fire and
she arched up as far as her bonds would allow. Even with the gag, her scream of
pain echoed in the van. "That was a 2. A 10 will knock you out. We all have
these controllers so behave. This brings us to the second feature. The collar
also contains sensors, if you make noise or speak, when its activated, you will
receive a 5 second shock. This is your first lesson in obedience, slaves only
speak when permitted to."
Sarah shivered while she removed her gag and locked her collar to the chair with
two chains. She pressed the right hand button on her controller and it glowed
red like the one above it. "Please...", and she began screaming as the shock
hit her. She writhed in her bonds as the pain enveloped her.
"The sluts never listen." Chuckled Sir Jim.
Sarah and the other girl sat there in silence as two more girls were added to
the cargo in the back of the van. Twice as the van drove after last pickup the
girls were offered water. After several hours a voice came from the intercom.
"There's a hitch hiker up ahead, get ready for a pickup."
The van stopped, the side door opened and the two men jumped out and returned
with the hapless victim. Sarah's eyes opened in shock, the had captured a young
man. Over all his treatment was the same as the rest except he was placed in a
hogtie on the floor of the van because there were no more chairs.
Finally, after several hours, the van pulled to a stop. Sarah had fallen asleep
in her chair and woke up when the van's door opened. Groggy from her nap, she
began to ask what was going on and received her second shock from her collar.
Lady Jannette gave each of the captives a shot. "This will make you more
compliant while we get you ready and loaded."
One by one they were released from their chains and removed from the van. When
it was Sarah's turn she felt no energy to resist as the lifted her by her arms
and led her out. She was still aware enough to look around her. The van and
three more were parked in a huge hanger. It had to be a hanger because in there
was a large jet. Near the nose of the jet there were ten gynocolical tables set
up. Most were occupied. There seemed to be as many men as women strapped to the
tables.
She was brought to the first open table and chained to it much as she had been
to the chair in the van. The chains were tightened so she could barely move.
Straps attached to the table were added. One set above her breasts and another
below, on her upper arms and at the knees. Two padded braces were pushed up
against the side of her head and fastened so she couldn't move her head and an
additional strap went across her forehead.
A man and a woman came up to her table and looked her over. They both wore the
gold collars of top slaves. Sarah blushed, total embarrassed to be seen naked
and spread open for these strangers. She wanted to scream and beg to go home
but the memory of the pain the collar caused kept this down to a small whimper.
Tears began to flow again from her eyes.
"Oh look" Said the woman, "she's a natural redhead. Too bad no one will ever
know."
"The man replied, "Yea, nice. Lets get going, its been a long day already."
With this the man went up by her head and pulled out a syringe and proceeded to
take a blood sample from her arm. The woman stood between her wide stretched
legs and swabbed a sample from her vagina. She handed the swab to the man and
he walked off behind her with both the samples.
"My name is Lady Ann and my co-slave is Sir Mike. We're going to prepare you for
your trip to your new life. He'll be back soon with the results of your tests
so while we're waiting we might as well take care of this." She reached down
and ran her fingers through Sarah's pubic hair. "Slave girls don't have any
hair below their necks." Sarah tried to pull her crotch away from the toying
fingers but she was too tightly bound. Lady Ann reached under the table and
began pulling on a set of rubber gloves. Next she picked up a wide mouthed jar
filled with a thick blue paste. Humming tunelessly she scooped out some and
began spreading it all over her body. She covered Sarah's arms and legs with the
goop.
"It may sting a little as it works in and dissolves the roots so remember that
your collar is still active." Lady Ann paused and gave Sarah a wink. She
scooped out another handful of the blue jell and began on her shoulders.
"Strictly speaking, there isn't really any hair on your tits but it feels soo
nice to rub it in." Lady Ann spent several minutes rubbing and squeezing
Sarah's breasts and nipples before she worked down her stomach. As she was
slathering the goop on Sarah's cunt and ass, Sir Mike came back over.
"Good, you finish up with her cunt and then we can begin with her jewelry. And
by the way little slutcunt, I have some good news and some bad news." Sir Mike
had a big grin on his face, "Well, good news for us and bad news for you. Lady
Ann, the tests came out clean so we are going to keep her." He looked down at
Sarah's face and saw the hopelessness in her eyes and said, "Slut, if you'd had
any STD's, AIDS, or any serious disease, we would have red-tagged you and sent
you to the Playroom."
"No slave leaves the playroom alive." Informed Lady Ann, "that's where there's
no limits on what a Mistress or Master can do. They play with you until you are
dead! Do anything you have to so that they don't clip one of these on your
collar." She held up a small red medallion with a gold letter "P" imprinted on
it. "It's a death sentence, usually a long and painful death. Once it's clipped
on, it can't come off."
Lady Ann reached under the table and brought out a hose and a washcloth. She
began spraying Sarah with warm water and rubbing her with the cloth. The goop
on her body was washed away along with her hair. "Just so you understand, your
hair will never grow back. You will spend the rest of your life hairless and as
smooth as a baby." When she finished, she replaced the hose and disposed of the
washcloth and the rubber gloves. She picked up another pair and tossed them on
Sarah's stomach where Sir mike picked them up and put them on. She then got a
pair for herself. Next she took a tube of clear liquid and squirted it all over
Sarah's body. It smelled faintly of flowers and hospitals. "This is a
combination of anti-bacterial and soothing balm. It's probably the nicest thig
that's going to happen to you for a long time." Both Sir Mike and Lady Ann
began spreading the liquid all over Sarah's body.
Lady Ann looked over to Sir Mike and asked, "Top or Bottom?"
"I'll take the bottom this time, I'm in the mood for pussy." Thinking about his
answer made Sarah's eyes open wider and her breath to quicken.
Lady Ann moved up to Sarah's head while Sir Mike went between her legs and
pulled out a short stool and sat down.
"We're going to turn off your collar and gag you because you will be crying out.
We can still punish you if you need it." Lady Ann picked up a penis gag and
brought it to Sarah's mouth. She closed her mouth and tried to shake her head.
Sir Mike said, "The next shock will be at level 3." Sarah seemed to fall into
herself and opened her mouth. This gag was different from the one that she had
worn in the van. The head of the penis had a hole in it that ended with a
plastic connector on the outside of the gag. As soon as the gag was locked on
her head Lady Ann inserted a plug in the connector.
Sir Mike inserted a speculum into her cunt and opened her wider than she
believed possible. Sarah began mewing and crying for him to stop. Tears
streamed from her eyes and her muscles corded as she fought the pain. Both Lady
Ann and Sir mike ignored her reactions as he peered deep into her body. "She's
not a virgin." Was his only comment.
While Lady Ann took a needle and pierced her septum, Sir Mike pulled out a cunt
lip and did the same. They inserted rings in the holes and closed them with
pliers. They continued working until Sarah had rings in her nose, ears,
nipples, and two in each cunt lip. Sir Mike held up a ring and showed it to
Sarah. "This last one is very special." He took what looked like a small rubber
band with a hook at each end and placed one hook in one of the rings in her
cunt lip. He stretched the band, pulling out her cunt lip, over her thigh and
hooked it to a small ring on the side of the table. He did this with the other
three rings spreading her cunt open. Using his finger he teased her clit until
it poked out from under its hood. Taking a pair of forceps, he pulled her clit
out, stretching it until she screamed into her gag. He then proceeded to pierce
and ring her clit.
Lady Ann stroked Sarah's cheek. "Easy little slave." She cooed. All slave get
ringed. And just so you know, they are permanent."
Sir Mike installed the last two items in her body. They consisted of a catheter
and a large butt plug. He then removed the rubber bands from her cunt lips.
Sarah lay there in pain. Lady Ann reached up and turned on a light bulb mounted
above Sarah's head then she and Sir Mike knelt on each side of the table and
bowed their heads.
As they waited Sarah became more and more aware of the pressure building in her
bladder. It had been 8 hours since she had peed but the catheter had a valve at
the end and Sir Mike had closed it after he had allowed it to fill with her
urine.
A man and a woman walked up to the table next to Sarah. The first thing that
Sarah noticed was that they were the first people she had seen without collars.
They stood there looking over the slave before them. The woman spoke, "Report
slaves".
Another female voice began, "Mistress. Master. The slave is ready for transport.
His test came back clean. He is 17 years old. When erect he is 6 and 1/2
inches."
"That's a rather puny excuse for a cock." Commented the Mistress. "She might as
well be a girl. What do you think Tom, pink?" The man spoke for the first time,
"Yes pink it is. Load her up."
They walked over to Sarah's table and looked her over. She began blushing and
squirming under their clinical gaze.
"So what's the story with this one?" Asked the man.
Lady Ann began, "Mistress. Master. This slave is ready for transport. Her test
came back clean. She is 22 years old, a natural redhead and she is not a
virgin."
"Being a redhead she'll mark well under the whip. Strong legs, and wide hips, I
think She'll be perfect for the races." The man commented to the woman. "Tag
her blue for now, if I am wrong, she can always be a pony."
Sir Mike reached down and clipped a small blue medallion to Sarah's collar. He
and Lady Ann then proceeded to release her from the table. Even though the drug
that they had given her was still keeping her docile, they were taking no
chances. A three ended leash was attached to the rings in her nipples and clit
before they began to remove her other bonds. They attached a short chain
between her ankle cuffs and locked her wrists behind her back.
They lead her to the rear boarding ramp of the waiting jet and up the stairs
into its well lighted interior. Sarah was having trouble standing up straight.
Her bladder was over full and she desperately needed to pee and the huge butt
plug wasn't helping either. The rear compartment was filled with about 100 of
the same chairs as the van. About half of the chairs already contained a naked
slave. They led her over to an empty chair and locked her into it as before.
Lady Ann reached up and pulled down a hose that was hanging from the roof. She
attached it to the nozzle on Sarah's gag. " This is your feeding tube it will
deliver food and water periodically. Sir Mike is attaching your waste pipes."
Sarah felt a small section of the seat of her chair being removed and then
something pressing on the butt plug in her ass. Next she was able to see Sir
Mike attach a hose to her catheter. The last thing he did was open the valve.
Sarah almost cried in relief as her over full bladder began to empty.
Sir Mike stood up and looked at Sarah. "Your collar is active again so remember
not to make any noise. Goodbye cunt!"
Sarah sat chained to her chair as the slave compartment was slowly filled. At
various times liquid would be pumped into her gag, sometimes it was thin and
watery, sometimes it was thicker. At times her butt plug would activate and
fill her abdomine with warm liquid she would remain filled for what felt like a
long time and then pumped out. Other than that, no one paid any attention to
her. She was just one more slave in a room of slaves.
