21st Century Subterranean Slavery

                                                       Part I

                                                      By Reavan

A young woman is drugged in a bar, abducted and sold into sexual slavery in a secret underground facility along with hundreds of other slaves. She’s coerced into total submission by various means including severe beatings and total isolation in a pitch dark rat infected concrete pit for days on end. She is then, after a brief period of intense practical training and motivational conditioning, displayed, chained in a line-up for selection by rich client who can lease her body for the night. The lessee has a historical master’s rights of sex and the riding crop, subject to an escalating fee schedule, scaled to the number and severity of bruises.

Much Sex MF, FF, BD, rape, coer, slave, (MM= very little, mainly to establish the warden’s haracter)

       She came to shivering with a hung-over feeling, opening and closing her eyes without seeing anything. What happened to her? Was she date raped; was she blind? 

       Her mind was in a daze, vaguely recalling a nightclub in Las Vegas and a drink with a hot guy. She shook her head and recalled agreeing to visit another nightspot with a dance floor, then getting into a taxi. She searched her memory desperately for more but drew a blank.

       She was stark naked lying on a hard wooden surface wearing handcuffs. They were flat iron lined with something soft and connected with a short chain. There were braces on her ankles and neck as well. She stared hard seeing nothing and then groped around her; there were no blankets and her bed if you could call it that was barely wide or long enough for her body. She turned on her side and curled up in the fetal position trying to get warm.

       Still shivering she sat up feeling around. Her bed was no more than six inches above a damp concrete floor. She rose very carefully and touched her head on a rough concrete ceiling. Where was she, in a bunker? The ceiling was maybe five feet to her six foot-two. She crouched and moved unsteadily on the dirty floor only to find a natural rock face wall and then worked her way around the space. No more that six by eight feet. No door or other opening; was she entombed alive? She shuddered, was this it; had someone drugged and raped her and then left her to die, but then why the braces? Why was she being kept like a rat in a cage? She sat on the bed shivering, lifting her feet off the cold floor hugging her knees.

       She had no sense of time in the dark; it could be hours, days or weeks. Hunger never entered her mind; she knew seven days was curtains without water. She wasn’t thirsty so maybe it was only hours; she tried to relax maybe someone would release her soon. She suddenly noticed a sore spot on the front of one thigh but in the total darkness there were no way to tell what it was. Had she struggled and got hurt somehow?   

       A million thoughts raced through her mind as the hours dragged by but nothing made sense.  Was she being held for ransom? Her adopted parents had been killed in a traffic accident two years before. Their estate had been sued since her father was blamed for the incident; they took the house and everything, leaving her with nothing. No one she knew would or could pay for her release. She was between jobs and apartments, nobody would miss her, save a couple of girl friends; one she’d been staying with but the way she had been city hopping, they would assume she’d just left. Most of her few possessions were in a lockup at a bus station, the key in her purse.

       After an eternity with only occasional sleep, she heard something rumbling and sliding in the ceiling then suddenly bright lights blinded her.

       “Lie on your back female, arms above your head. Spread your legs wide…wider and don’t move!” She obeyed nearly doing the splits holding her feet off the floor, what choice did she have? It was a female voice.

       “Please what do you want, why am I here, what have I done?”

       “Silence female or you’ll remain in this pit forever!”

       “That’s a big one,” another woman’s voice added in an unfamiliar accent.

       “Oh, she is nice” a third woman, added in the same accent.

       “Lower the pails,” it sounded like the first woman. She heard the sound of metal touching the floor as something soft hit her stomach with a thump and rolled off on the floor, then a rattle as the hooks or whatever disconnected from the pails. The ceiling closed to the hum of an electric motor with the sound of concrete scraping against concrete and then a clunk.

       After a few minute she noticed a glow. She crouched moving over and found a small lit candle, some matches, a bottle and a small jar with a screwed lid in one pail, the other pail was empty reeking of urine, obviously her toilet but no toilet paper. She used the candle to look around, finding a small rounded loaf of bread in the wet dirt. She wiped it and broke off a piece from the inside, chewing on it and then drank some water out of an uncapped bottle.

       She remembered her sore thigh and checked it with the candle. They had branded her at mid thigh with one inch numbers. She stared in disbelief at: One-eight-six. She felt it deciding it was a tattoo not a brand. The numbers were set in a rectangular frame shaped like a carved wooden sign broken at both ends about five inches wide; the entire tattoo designed to resemble a rough cattle brand. She opened the small jar and touched the cream, deciding it was for her tattoo, it did soothe the pain after a while.

  

       When the ceiling opened again, probably a day later she was ordered stand with her back to the wall and raise her arms. A hook was attached to her wrist chain and she was hoisted up to the sound of a rattling chain. At one point a blindfold was placed over her eyes. When the chain stopped she screamed as an implement lashed across her ass cheeks. She screamed four more times, hearing the echo of the lash and her own screams, in whatever space she was in. She was then lowered back down and waited, crying with pain and confusion as the pails were replaced. The ceiling closed again, with that sickening crunch of concrete sliding on concrete. She assumed the ceiling opened once a day but she had no idea.

       The next day she was hoisted up again and lashed to tears, without a single word from her jailers. On the third day she was ordered not to scream and told the lashes would not stop until she shut up. She managed to suppress her screaming after nine lashes and they stopped. She begged them to tell her what they wanted and she got another lash.

       Every day after that was the same if she didn’t scream she got five; if she did the lashes didn’t stop until she stopped screaming or talking. Why did they beat her when she hadn’t refused to cooperate with whatever they wanted?

       On the ninth day by her reckoning she was hoisted up, blind folded and two people pulled her over as the hook was disconnected and then steadied her as she staggered along barely able to walk. She heard the concrete cover close on her tomb and a few steps later what sounded like a metal door sliding and them slamming hard.

       Then the sound of a noisy freight elevator shaking and moving until it made a jerky stop. She was then led for a walk turning several times until a door closed behind her. 

       Prompted to knees a chain was connected to her neck collar while the chain between her wrists was removed. She was then prompted with the neck chain to stand up and an iron ball with part of its chain placed in her hands. She could feel the chain tugging on her right ankle brace.

       “You are sex slave number One-eight-six; you have no other name; mention to anyone what your name was and you will be back in the pit for five days. You will speak only when spoken to and perform any imaginable sex act with men or women as commanded directly or return to the pit!” It was a woman’s voice.

       She was then pulled by the neck chain to follow carrying the ball. She must have staggered about a hundred yards turning several times and was then prompted to set down the ball. She jerked in shock as she was hose sprayed with lukewarm water smelling like soap. The blind fold was removed and she was ordered to sit on a stool and keep her eyes closed. Someone washed her hair and then rinsed it with the hose.

       Next she was led to another room carrying her ball and left alone while large fans blowing like a hurricane drying her body and eventually her hair. She was then led to another room and ordered to sit in a salon chair. Her hair was combed and set by a woman in a hooded robe. While another woman ankle chained to the floor and wearing only red shorts with her ass cheeks showing, shaved her legs and arm pits. When finished another ankle-chained female in red shorts applied some lipstick and a little make up.

       She was then ordered her to pick up the ball and led away. The guard wore a floor length dark gray almost black hooded robe’ the hood nearly covered her eyes. A chain necklace held several key like items dangling to her waists line.  She also carried a riding crop attached by a short strap to her wrist

      She was led through a hall way or tunnel which seemed to be cut through solid rock to another room and told to set down the ball and stand on an X painted on the floor. It appeared to be a doctor’s office. There were three other patients standing next to her, one of them a beautiful blindfolded chesty tranny with a large penis. 

      A woman entered in a lab coat and sat down at a desk. A short black female wearing those strange shorts and ankle-chained to a ring in the floor handed her a file. She read part of it.

“One-eight-six your former named is now erased from our records. Let’s see… Six-foot two, one hundred and seventy pounds, age Nineteen, High school in ….” her voice trailed off as she read silently for a while. “Last medical check up Chicago February…” Her voices trailed off again as she picked out a separate page “Ah yes a copy of the doctors report.”

      How could they have that? Her birth control pills were in her purse but not the doctor’s address or his private file on her. The doctor proceeded with a physical inspection. You had a complaint with that Doctor about a pain in your side, is that still a concern?

      “No doctor, just a sore muscle from working out I think.”

      “Ah yes fitness training here is compulsory; you’ll find our exercise program strenuous but necessary for maintaining your body in peak condition for our clients.” She felt her breast almost weighing them with her hands; DD’s?”

      “Yes doctor.”

      “Nicely shaped too good firm texture, get on the table!” She obeyed and placed her feet in the stirrups while the Doctor inserted the speculum. After finishing the examination she began to finger her erotically. How is your sexual libido; do you climax readily?”

      “I’m…I’m multi orgasmic Doctor.”

      “Very large clitoris, let’s see how sensitive?”  She gasped and nearly climaxed. “Don’t hold back ‘One-eight-six’ I need to ascertain your sexual response level.” She stroked her inside thigh for a while and then manipulated her vagina penetrating and stroking with two fingers while her other hand fondled her mound and clit. She moaned a quick climax. The doctor then stroked the tattoo “Your ID’s healing well. At what age did you first experiment with masturbation?” she began to finger her nipples and then bend down sucking on one.

      “At twelve or thirteen I think Doctor.”

      “That came up well, nice size.” She sucked on the other nipple making it emerge. “What was your sexual orientation?” She wondered why she said: ‘was you sexual orientation.’

      “I go both ways Doctor.”

      “Equally?”

      “Yes Doctor it makes no difference.”

      “Excellent, no forced motivation program required;” she made a note in her folder. “At what age did you have the first lesbian encounter; and the ages and ethnic backgrounds of your partners?’

      “Sixteen, white girls my own age, at first except a couple of teachers and a neighbor in their late thirties but later I preferred mostly blacks and Latinos.”

      “And male?”

      “Eighteen, oh no seventeen; white at first but mainly blacks as I got older, my age or younger.”

      “Why the preference for blacks?”

      “I don’t know male blacks seem to be more intensely hungry for my body, though most of them climax too quickly; I usually only get off only once or twice with them.”     

      “Were you a virgin with your first male?”

      “No Doctor I broke my hymen with handle of sorts at fourteen I think.” She bent over and kissed her on the lips.

      “Very nice full lips; let’s try that again I need a full response.” She obeyed kissing the doctor passionately returning her tongue. That’s better; how many sex partners’ male and female have you had approximately?” 

      “I think about twenty five or thirty females and about the same number of males maybe less.” She kissed her again using her tongue.

      “Your male sex partners were they tall or short?”

      “Mostly my height or close, I never cared for shorter men.”

      “Interesting, you have a good healthy, diverse sex drive with a gorgeous body. You will be profitable for the syndicate;” she groped her one breast and inside thigh for a moment while breathing deeply, “OK, sit up; I want more tongue this time.” She gave her a long passionately kiss and then sat down at her desk making notes in her folder and on the clipboard. “Guard,” she handed her the clipboard, “transfer this slave to the madam’s office for further assessment and initiation.” She was led out carrying her ball while she studied another clipboard.        

      She was then brought into another office and ordered by the guard to stand on a painted X in front of a table with her hands behind her head. There were three other females standing against a wall in the same position.

      “Ah yes One-eight-six. I am your madam,” she emphasized ‘your’ strongly. It was the voice she’d first heard in the pit; a midget in her late thirties. She was sitting on a female’s ass, lying on a low bench with her head under the table. Another female behind her straddled the bench and the bottom female’s thighs forming the live chairs backrest her breasts draped over the midget’s shoulders.

      She scanned the clipboard held by one hand of her backrest, reading out loud some of the information plus the doctor’s notes. Also her date of birth, her adopted parent’s names and the date they died. Her high school graduation grades and names of friends and clubs she had belonged to. She then stared at her critically, scanning her body from head to toe.

“This was your past life, which I herby order you to erase from memory. You will never speak to anyone about your life, other than your age, country of birth and general location of your abduction, on the pains of going back to the pit You are now  One-eight-six a numbered sex slave who’s only purpose in life is to provide sexual satisfaction to our clients, as well as selected members of the staff..”

      “And if I don’t” she snapped back.

      “Guard, throw this disrespectful female in a rat infested pit for an indeterminate time.” She was dragged away by several guards and taken to the pit. Not blindfolded this time she saw the huge plug type cover four feet thick that would be hoisted down to close her tomb. First they fastened short chains between her wrist and ankle braces. They hoisted her down head first, half way down telling her to look around the pit after turning on a light. She screamed while jerking and twisting her body violently, seeing several large rats scurry into a hole in the wall. Once the hook was off her chain she crawled onto the bed trembling in terror while hugging her knees as the pails were lowered and the concrete cover plug entombed her with the rats.

     

      She shuddered, cried and screamed for hours before settling down. Somehow they never bit her but every hour of every day was a pure hell. Whenever they changed her pails she screamed to let her out to no avail; she even in her desperation begged to be lashed. She shook and cried in relief after four days when hoisted out and continued to tremble and sob while being hosed and prepared for the madam’s office.

      “Well, well let us see…Oh yes…One-eight–six, back from her vacation. How are the rats? This time we fed them; next time we won’t and there’ll be snakes.” She shuddered unable to open her mouth, while the madam leaned back in a pair of white tits while rocking her body to get more comfortable on a black ass. “Where were we?” She fingered the nipple of one of the tits hanging over her shoulder squeezing it hard making the slave winch while pointing at a clipboard. Her live back rest reached for the board and held it for the madam while gently caressing one of her madam’s breasts with her other hand. “Oh yes, here we are; I had just told you the following: You are now a numbered sex slave who’s only purpose in life is to provide sexual satisfaction to our client’s etcetera. Do we…have a problem with being a totally…subservient and willing sex slave today dear?” She glared at her with an indifferent arrogance.

      “No…no madam I…I’m v…v…very s…sorry.”

      “Oh that is so nice,” she purred smiling at her sweetly. Now as I said, that is what you are, a sex slave and you will submit to anyone we order you to regardless of age, looks or gender but more importantly, you…will provide sexual pleasure with dedication and passion and be totally submissive! You will…love any and all clients or staff when ordered, as if you were a teenager in love.

     

      “Understand this! Your life is no longer a right…but a privilege…totally owned by the syndicate and managed by me and the Warden as we see fit. You are simply a piece of merchandise, like any item in a shopping mall that we lease like any other business to make a profit.

      “We provide real-life sex-slaves to wealthy clients…not call girls or prostitutes…pretending or acting the role of sex slaves; this is the reality of your life, twenty-four seven for as many years as your body remains sexually desirable to our clients.” She scanned her body critically. “You’re nineteen, so probably for the next ten years you’ll spread those long beautiful legs nearly every day for the pleasure of a client.” She took a deep breath leering at her body the way a man would.

      “We lease you for a fee like any article leased by a business, cars for instance and just like a car you have absolutely no say in the transaction. You will submit to any imaginable sex act ordered which can include physical violence short of drawing blood. That’s right my dear…some of our clients are sadist and thrive on inflicting pain, usually with…but not limited to the riding crop, which is standard equipment amongst other toys in our sex accommodation rooms. I am not going to ask you to agree or disagree with these conditions, do you know why dear?”

      “Yes madam, I have no choice.”

      “That was a wise answer,” her expression hardened. “You know by now the consequence of back talk or any other form of insubordination. Do you not?”

      “Yes madam I would be thrown in the pit again.”

      “I think we have the start of a beautiful relationship, you and me. I am your madam and along with the Warden, we are God all mighty to you and you are just One-eight-six, a number and numbers have no rights and do not express opinions. You are a non-person. You can of course deny we are Gods and vacation in the pit anytime if you should foolishly claim to have rights.

      “Since you now seem to be wisely silent in the manner of any inanimate object, I will as your madam, welcome you to the reality of slavery. She motioned the slave behind her who lifted her off her live chair, setting her gently on the floor. She held out her hand and a riding crop was placed in it; looking back at the live chair she pointed at the wall with the riding crop. They both scurried to line up with the other three against the wall; turning their backs while leaning over, hands high on the wall, arching their backs and rotating their asses slowly while moaning expectantly. She then approached One-eight-sic, smiling sadistically.  

      “On you knees slave!” She obeyed and found herself still taller than the madam who proceeded to weigh and clutch her breast like the doctor had. I want you to watch and listen very carefully now. Look at the five female asses being eagerly displayed, what do you think they are hoping for?”

      “I...I don’t know madam?”

      “They are trying to entice me to love them passionately, listen to their moaning.” The moaning then increased. She held the business end of the riding crop to her mouth. “Moisten the leather slave it makes the passion so much sweeter. “That’s it lots of spittle,” she licked as the madam turned it between her lips.

      She then proceeded to lash all five females one lash each, repeating that three times. They gasped with each lash and thanked her, then moaned and rotated their asses waiting for the next lash. They did not cry out, turning around and dropping to their knees when she was done. She then kissed and hugged each of them while all five moaned passionately. After necking with and licking the tears of the fifth female she stood back and motioned for them to stand; she then returned with a strange trance-like glow on her face. She pushed the crop in between One-eight-six’s thighs and then held her face with both hands. “I am falling in love with you, One-eight-six” she kissed her warmly and then pulled back gazing into her eyes with the glazed expression of a sick puppy.

      “Kiss me passionately One- eight-six, I’m hungry for your love.” She complied desperately trying to avoid the riding crop. “That was beautiful, I feel a strong passion as if you truly love me; let me reward you.” She pulled the riding crop out and held it to her lips again. “Here lick it again my true love, the moisture seems to have dried up.” She stuck it inside her mouth letting her suck on it, while she smiled with an adoring expression before walking around her lashing the crop across her ass cheeks making her cry out. “Oh no I’m so disappointed I thought you really loved me; did you hear the other slaves cry out?’

      “No madam I’m sorry.”

      “That’s because they truly love me but you don’t seem to love me.”

      “Yes I do madam.”

      “How much slave?”

      “Passionately madam.”

      “So why did you cry out and not moan with pleasure when I returned that love?” She lashed her cheeks again. Like her daily lashes in the pit she managed to contain herself and moan a little.

“Well that was better, maybe you do love me. Kiss and fondle me passionately. She embraced the thick little woman caressing and groping her ass and tits as their lips and tongues met in a prolonged passionate kiss. The madam pulled back staring, her eyes two big question marks “I am not totally convinced that you truly love me but we’ll see. So…do you think it would be fair for me to test you passion with four more lashes?”

      “Oh yes madam I promise not to cry out, I know that is how you love me.” She bit her lips and moaned, rotating her ass as the crop lashed hard across her cheeks five times. “Thank you madam for loving me,” she moaned.

      “Ah, you got one extra; I get carried away when I truly love someone; oh your love for me has brought you to tears; I just love highly emotional slaves who love me so much they cry with pleasure.” She handed the crop to one of the females by the wall and then threw her fat little arms around her neck kissing her with a passion she had never before experienced from a man or a woman. She then pulled back with that adoring expression again and kissed the tears off her face. Suddenly standing back she ordered her to lie on the floor and then squatted and pressed her crotch onto her mouth. She kissed and licked her cunt using all the skills she had, while the madam grasped one of her tits sucking the nipple and then biting hard again and again around the nipples until moaning her climax from One-eight-six’s desperate but experienced tongue.

      She then returned to her desk where her living chair had reassembled and she was carefully lifted up to recline in their fleshy comfort. Her phone rang and her back-rest reached for the phone holding it to her madam’s ear and was rewarded by getting a nipple pinched as she reached for one of the madam’s breasts fondling it gently. After finishing her conversation the phone was returned and the madam was very gently leaned forward to reach her work.  

      Three slaves were brought in a little while later and lined up in front of the table next to One-eight-six; a muscular black male, a blonde midget and a curvaceous Black Latino female.

She ordered the male black slave to step forward and the guard handed a clipboard to her back lean. She scanned the page.

      “One-one-seven you served two clients, a sixty-four year old male and his sixty-seven year old wife last night. You failed to ejaculate while performing mutual fellatio with the male client. Explain yourself slave!”

      “It had only been less than an hour since I ejaculated in his wife’s vagina while kissing him. I had performed dancing muscle poses to music for them for half and hour and then caressed and massaged her erotically while he watched for another half and hour. Then as additional foreplay I gave her a tongue bath including cunnulingus before penetration, I withheld my ejaculation of course until she finally climaxed. I must say madam that I was very proud having brought her to a climax after nearly two hour’s foreplay and she mentioned to her husband that this was her first time in years.”

      “I can’t believe what I’m hearing One-one-seven; you’re proud…of a compulsory requirement! Not having a client climax is not punishable by any number of lashes; it’s an automatic stretch in the pit!”

      “I’m very sorry madam; please increase my punishment accordingly for my thoughtless self-serving remark.”

      “You can count on it, One-one-seven! I was very surprised to hear such twaddle, you have an excellent record with older female clients some much older but go on.”

      “When the client ordered mutual fellatio I was unable to ejaculate, he did so and I swallowed as his wife held the plate. He wanted to see me scoop it up and lick it off my finger. I did ejaculate in his mouth in the morning before the guard picked me up.”

      “You refused homosexual sex when first arriving her two years ago and spent five days and then an additional ten in the pit. Do I detect a return to this wildly absurd notion that a sex slave can choose not to be bisexual?”

      “Of course not madam I am truly sorry for my past behavior I am devoted to my status as sex slave; the client’s gender is irrelevant. I proudly serve my owners to maximize their profits.”

      “Very well it will be five days in the pit plus twenty lashes or you can choose forty lashes now. That includes the ten lashes volunteered for making that absurd remark. Which will it be One-one-seven?”     

      “Oh please madam forty lashes and thank you for being so lenient.” She was lifted and held by the waist standing on her live chair. It appeared to One-eight-six that the madam was infatuated with this handsome black muscular young slave.

      “Look at my body slave; strike a pose.” He flexed his biceps and then the rest of his body like a body builder in competition. I demand you maintain an erection during your correction or you go to the pit,” his cock rose on her command. “Guard proceed, twenty lashes.

      He never cried out, just bit his lips as he stared at his madam’s body flexing his muscles and maintaining his erection until the last lash.

      “Very well slave,” she was lifted up on the table and got down near the edge while her back rest slave held her shoulders easing her down fitting one of her tits under the madams head as a pillow.. She spread her thighs. Fuck me slave while you get twenty more and you will ejaculate on my belly one second after the last lash. Three second intervals guard.” He rammed her while grasping her thighs; her eyes fixated on his body as he received twenty lashes. It appeared to One-eight-six that she climaxed several times. One second after the final lash he jerked his load on her belly; then immediately bending over he sucked on her vagina and then slurped his semen of her skin.

      “Thank you very much madam I am grateful for receiving a sentence of love and compassion and also for being granted extra lashed for my gaffe. I will strive to improve my performance in the future.” She didn’t answer him and was lifted back down on her chair making some notes on his clipboard, signing it.

      “Guard, take him to the warden’s office to have this punishment recorded.” The back rest handed her the clipboard and the madam then waved the midget female forward while scanning her clipboard.

      “One-three-seven, you cried out in pain while being sodomized by, let’s see a forty-six year old black client. Explain?”

      “He was a very large man, six foot-four I believe with a ten inch penis. I had satisfied him early in the evening performing fellatio swallowing his entire weapon completely several times and then downing all his semen with the help of a catching plate. An hour later he fucked my vagina and rammed it all the way in many times while I smiled up at him sweetly without showing any signs of discomfort. He ejaculated in my vagina and then rested for a couple of hours with me in his arms. We both fell to sleep and when he woke again he slapped my ass many times while I kissed him passionately

      “He then stood and picked me up, fitting his cock to my anus. I asked him gently if I might suck his cock first for lubrication but he was adamant and already fully erect and then forced my body down ramming his cock inside me in one stroke. That’s when I cried out once. He slapped my thighs hard many times digging his fingers deep into my flesh and continued to ram me groaning with pleasure until he ejaculated and then put me down to suck his cock clean. He picked me up again and threw me across the room on the bed and then landed hard on top of me going to sleep. I never slept after that because of his crushing weight; I had difficulty breathing until the guard moved him off me when she picked me up.”

      “As a fellow midget I can sympathize with you, for taking a ten inch cock in that tiny body. But you are trained to accept all pain associated with sex. So there is no excuse for crying out unless the client lets you know he wants to hear you cry. The reputation of the syndicate is at stake here. Was there blood guard?”

      “Yes madam the Doctor has examined her anus and found some small tears and a little dried blood. As you can see madam his fingers left only acceptable bruises on her thighs and ass, no cuts.”

      “Very well I won’t send you to the pit, even though you richly deserve it; one reason being that you are booked solid with repeat client. Come here,” the midget walked dragging her ball behind her and stood next to her madam. She kissed her warmly and then studied the clipboard. “Lets see you been here almost two years and you’re twenty one. It’s no wonder you’re one of the most requested slaves here and your English is really improving too.” She embraced and fondled her body.

     

      “Thank you madam not many Russian clients here most of my orders are in English.”

      “Well now how should I punish you?”

      “Twenty lashes,” she said moaning hopefully. She kissed her again.

      “Ah my beautiful doll you are hard to resist. Very well…, Guard.”

      “Oh please madam, please, please, please would madam lash me please?”

      “Alright, but asking for special favors means you’ll hold the ball while I give you twenty, plus an extra five for your impertinent request.” Picking up the ball she held it against her breasts and leaned forward. The madam was lifted down and proceeded to give her twenty-five very hard lashes without her uttering a single cry; her body jerked as the tears flowed while she uttered a muted, thank you madam and continued to wiggle her ass invitingly between each stroke.

      One-eight–six wondered how anyone could withstand that much pain and only shed tears. The midget had the sweetest doll face she’s ever seen. Would she learn to do that herself since obviously pain would be to be part of her life now? The midget put down her ball and embraced her madam, thanking and kissing her passionately. The madam then returned to her table and made some notes on the clipboard before signing it.

      “Guard, take this slave to the warden office to record her penalty.”

      She waved the black female forward while scanning her clipboard.

      “One-four-nine your client claims obstinate behavior, when you had been informed in the pre-briefing that this client wanted a loving, caring sexual evening with you, even vine and fine food.”

      “That’s not what happened madam; he was a big fat ugly honky redneck, he beat me, called me a nigger. Said I was a monkey and not human.”

      “Did he draw blood?”

      “No madam”

      “Did her ejaculate?”

      “Yes three times.”

      “Details?”

      “First he sodomized me then regular sex and later a blowjob plus lots of beatings and insults in between.”  

      “Tell me what you learned during your training about a card the client fills out about his expectations?”

 

      “That a client could lie to catch me off guard.”

      “OK, in what respect.”

      “The client might request a romantic evening and then beat me and call me names.”

      “Why would he do that?”

      “So the slave would approach him with a romantic mindset and then by suddenly being cruel the slave would be confused and show fear.”

      “So if the card had said he liked to be cruel, physically and verbally or he wanted a rape situation, you would have been prepared, cowering and screaming with fear, before or during sexual intercourse while still making sure that he climaxed as many times during the night that he wanted.”

      “Yes of course madam that’s all part of my training.”

      “So where did you go wrong last night.”

      “I…lost it madam, I’m sorry. It happened so fast I couldn’t think.” 

      “Also you think he was ugly but fortunately you didn’t tell him that. Where in your training did we give you the right to make judgments about a client’s appearance? It is you fate to serve sexually no matter what the client looks like; his looks has nothing to do with the submission required of a sex slave. He paid good money for a slave to be used for any imaginable act; that also gave him the right to call you whatever he wanted. We both know you’re human, what he believes is his business. The syndicate is only interest in his money, not his philosophy of life. You’re a sex slave who submits totally and unconditionally for the financial well being of the syndicate. You are a number; a non person and are not allowed personal feelings. We will see what kind of feelings you have after ten days in a rat infested pit, under four feet of concrete. Take her away guard.”

      “Oh please madam; please I’ll take a hundred lashes, please I’ll be good from now on.”

      “Oh I know you’ll be good; in ten plus five days for that outburst; the pit has a way of making slaves good!” She scribbled on the clipboard signing it and her live back rest handed it to the guard who dragged the sobbing slave away to be entombed.

      Another slave had just been brought in already sobbing; “One-Seven-one, madam, from motivation class for correction.” she handed the clipboard to the live seat. She was short but not a midget and black; One-eight-six had never seen anyone that black. She had huge exotic eyes and an incredible sculpture body with a bubble ass and pointed tits with huge nipples reaching for the sky.

      “One-seven-one, inattention in class room could not answer question on subject being discussed! Explanation slave?”

      “None madam, I just let my mind wonder for a minute.”

      “I see,” she had the seat flip a page. “Seven months with the syndicate only the initial nine days in pit. You are nearly nineteen, perfect record with clients. You’re lucky I’m in a good mood today; you should have gone to the pit for this. Thirty lashes!”

      “Oh thank you madam, I do love you so much.” She motioned for the seatback to set her down and then had a footstool placed in front of her victim. A slave lifted her up making the two of equal height.

      “Guard thirty lashes ten second intervals when I tell you. Do you love me sweetie” she said fondled her tits.

      “Oh yes Madam passionately. She kissed her gently.

      “Guard proceed.” She lashed her ass hard.

      “Oh thank you Madam, I love you so much, Mm oh mm ooh.” The madam kissed her again as the next lash made her jerk She moaned thank you in her Madam’s mouth.”

      “Hug me sweetie show me how much you love me.” She groped her Madam’s body passionately, kissing and moaning while the next four or five lashes fell. The madam held her head gazing lovingly into her eyes, kissing her tears while a few more lashes stung her victim’s ass. She alternated kissing her tears and gazing in to her eyes until the final lash struck.

      “Thank you madam for not sending me to the pit, thank you; I love you so much.” She got off her stool and made her turn around feeling her painful globes with that glazed look of satisfaction on her face. She then walked back to her table and was lifted into her seat of flesh pointing at the clipboard. She added a note and signed it pointing at the guard.

      “Take her to the warden’s office to have her punishment recorded. Guard, transfer One-eight-six to the warden’s office as well for further initiation. She picked up her ball while the guard connected her chain to the black slaves neck collar, leading her out behind a beautiful but very sore bubble ass.

To be continued                                             

Reavan

16

               21st Century Subterranean Slavery Part II

                               By Reavan

     

                            THE WARDEN’S OFFICE

Much Sex MF, FF, BD, rape, coer, slave, (MM= very little, mainly to establish the warden’s haracter)        

They were led into a large office with the warden sitting at a small table eating. Behind him a long table with telephones, stacks of folders and clipboards. The walls on three sides were covered with blackboards, the fourth mostly filing cabinets. There were two female slaves standing in front of each board and one by the filing cabinets. All of them in red shorts, arms folded behind their backs and ankle chained to rings in the floor, The midget and the black male slave she’d seen in the madam’s office, stood on X’s waiting, hands behind their heads. The guard disconnected her chain from the other female and ordered them on X’s in line with the other slaves.

       The Warden was being fed mouth to mouth by a small Asian female sitting on his one leg. He seemed to be holding her from behind with one hand under her crotch. His other hand occasionally groped and pinched her tits, stomach or thighs. Like the Madam he was sitting on a live chair, though he sat sidesaddle on one ass while another female formed the chair back, her breasts draped around his head while massaging his shoulders gently. An Asian Indian slave kneeling on the floor held his cock in her mouth, cradling his balls with both hands. She didn’t seem to be blowing him just holding it in her mouth.

       The slave feeding him transferred the food mouth to mouth kissing him, moaning audibly while her entire body seemed to squirm with pleasure as she caressed his body gently. The food was fed in her mouth by another slave with cutlery from a tray on the table.

The Asian would gasp occasionally from his fingers clawing or pinching her and then continue to moan with pleasure. Every painful gasp was echoed by a droning chorus from every slave in the room followed by a moaning refrain; as if they were worshipping their warden’s sadism with a spiritual fervor. Each slave in the room was intensely focused, eyes and ears on the warden’s every mood and act; moaning at different volumes matching the intensity of every gasp voiced by the Asian female.

       

       This was positively the ugliest man she’d ever seen. He was wearing wide open short robe, exposing a hairy chest and belly. His unkempt beard included a drooping mustache and his small beady eyes set wide under a heavy sloping brow with bushy slanted eyebrow made him appear like a mixture of Gorilla, Latino and Asian. His nose had been broken probably several times and flattened near the brow, one nostril large and the other a narrow slit.

       She shuddered with the nauseating realization that she would be coerced into having sex with this monster and to love him like she had the madam, who despite her sadistic disposition was curvaceous and actually kind of pretty. She felt faint for a moment trying to think of a fate worse than submitting to this disgusting beast.

       When he finished eating, the Asian held her head high, eyes wide open. He backhanded her hard knocking her off his leg; setting off that echoing chorus again. She watched as he yanked his hand  out of her crotch and held up a finger that she quickly grasped, sucking on it eagerly while making satisfied swallowing sounds; her tiny but shapely body with, for her size unusually large breasts, squirming with pleasure. She had that sweet Oriental baby face, a vision of purity and innocence. He dug his fingers deep into her shapely breasts and them slapped her face a couple of times knocking her to her knees, where she took up the praying position, thanking him sincerely while smiling up at him devotedly with those large exotic eyes.

       Her guard, speaking quietly handed over the clipboards; “One-eight-six, for further initiation and One-seven-one to punishment records warden,” He scanned One-eight-six’s papers and then ogled her body. He rose slapping the female with his cock in his mouth and then his live chair several times, again with the echoing drone from the chorus, then approached her smirking deviously. She shuddered looking at a man, no more than five foot-two in height but appearing that wide, extremely hairy with a powerful barrel chest and short bowed legs giving him the appearance of a chimp. He walked around her a couple of times studying her body groping and slapping her here and there. It suddenly struck her that slaves had been dehumanized like this for thousands of years and now despite slavery having been illegal for more than a hundred, she had been shanghaied out of the twenty-first century in a cruel time-warp.

       “Well, well, well, what a nice chunk of Amazon flesh, wide hips, fairly small waist, full thighs and tits.” He groped each part of her body as he spoke then slapping her ass cheeks a couple of times before clutching and shaking them. “Hem, those mounds would put some of our tar babies to shame. Whatever agent snatched you must have hit a commission jackpot. You were abducted where, baby doll?”

       “Los Vegas, Warden.”

       “Ah yes, good location for a slaver, that buckaroo has rounded up some first rate beef for the syndicate. You’ll bring in a lot of coin from loaded elderly Japs; they just love blonde Amazons. Ever fuck a Jap, baby doll?”

       “No warden, never.”

       

       “Why is that…pretty one?”

       

       “I...I don’t really care for them.”

       “Well, you’ll soon be introduced to fucki-fucki Asian style; you’ll be spreading those luscious thighs almost exclusively for those gentlemen. They’ll snap your pink flesh out of the lineup every nights of the week.” He smiled up at her, caressing her face. “You are familiar with the traditional behavior of the oriental female?”

       “Yes I’ve seen it in movies and read...” He slapped her face, twice shutting her up; as a hum to echoed though the room.

       “That’s good because that is your life now …or else!” She knew exactly what he meant by that. “That’s right my pretty, you’ll learn to be slavishly obedient, shyly lower your fluttering eye lids, crawl on your hands and knees and worship your oriental masters in the manner they are accustomed to.” She shuddered at the thought. “What wrong my sweet, that doesn’t sit well in your gut?” He caressed her belly with a phony concerned look and then slid his hand down palming her cunt, sneering sadistically.

       “I…I will do as I’m told warden. I mean I’ll learn to do all that, like you said.”          

       “Of course you will, ah…you…are so beautiful,” he sang the words of that familiar tune while penetrating her cunt with one finger, “and me…the ugliest man alive will drive my cock in all of your cock holes today; which of your holes are suited for my cock sweetie?”

       “My, my pussy, my anus and my, my mouth, Warden;” She shuddered at the thought.

       “That is very good pretty baby and then of course I’ll fuck your cock holes whenever I feel the need for years to come.” She continued to shake as his finger rotated roughly inside her. He smile again, “tell me how ugly I am…dream boat.” She stopped trembling frozen with fear and disgust, unable to open her mouth. “I gave you a direct order pretty baby, now speak or in five minutes a slithering snake could replace my finger; we can fit you with a strap-on speculum and they love dark moist holes!” His eyes narrowed into fierce slits while exposing his upper teeth. She shuddered nearly fainting with fright, as he continued to finger fuck her while clutching a tit hard then biting the nipple making her gasp.  He smirked smugly.

       “You…you…you’re very ugly …Warden.” She expected a severe trashing but there were no crop in sight. Maybe he would he just beat her to a pulp?

       “Yes…I’m uglier than a gorilla’s shit… and you are a dreamy goddess, a vision, a ten, with a full figure any man on the outside would die for.” he suddenly pulled his finger and dropped her tit, grasping her face gently “but you know what pretty baby?”

       “No warden…no…I…I don’t,” her voice trailing off to hoarse whisper.

       “You…will love me madly, beg me to fuck you, nipple on my balls, lick my asshole, beg me to suck my cock; you’ll caress and kiss every inch of my body, give me tongue baths and then…I’ll reward you by slapping the fuck out of you. Me… your worst nightmare, a hideous monstrosity… do you know why?” He slapped her face on one side and then backhanded the other, as the chorus hummed.

       “Because…’cause you are the warden, you own me and…and, I…I must obey or go… go to, to the pit.” She choked on several words as if an invisible hand was strangled her.

“Well that’s only partly right; it’s true that you must submit or…die…in the pit…but I don’t own you, the syndicate does. I’m their hands-on administrator, responsible for maximizing their profits” his hands groped her flesh, chuckling at his own wit.

       “You see, while doing my job I kill two flies at once.” He slapped her face twice, “One I kill by coercing every pretty slave to be totally subservient and eventually with enough time and training, helplessly submissive for the syndicate. At the same time I kill a second fly, satisfying my own sexual needs by fucking and lovingly abusing every sex slave in the organization at will! There isn’t another man on the planet with more beautiful young flesh at his beck and call and you know what the most gratifying part is?”

       

       “No I…I don’t warden.”

       “Every slave hates and fears my guts but you must all express your sincere love me! Satisfying my every sexual need…is the only way you can stay alive and…there’s absolutely nothing…that’s right nothing…you can do about it!” He grinned like a lunatic as his face nearly touched her chin.

       “When my staff and I finish your indoctrination you’ll be incapable of making decisions of your own, you will follow orders blindly and you’ll be unable to think of anything that’s not related to being fucked or lashed; your only thoughts during every waking hour…will be how best to pleasure our clients with sex or by presenting your flesh to the lash, nothing else will ever enter your mind!

       

       “Your time during the day will be occupied with classroom training, exercises, meditation and eating. Washing, hair and makeup will be done for you; we even have bathroom attendants to wipe your ass. Every one of your daily activities will have one purpose only: to prepare you mentally and physically for…best-of-show in the evening lineup; followed by the comprehensive sexual satisfaction of a client. I did not use the word comprehensive lightly. The dictionary defines it as ‘covering a wide scope’ In other words, for every single moment you’re with the client and with every single act he of she demands; the client will be one hundred and ten percent satisfied…or else! He sneered savagely.

       “If you fail to satisfy a client completely, you will answer to your beloved madam and her affectionate riding crop the following morning and either be lashed severely, have a snake slither into your cunt or both.” He smiled with satisfaction watching her cringe.

       “You have already watched the madam dispensing her particular brand of justice. After serving your punishment you will come to my hairy gorilla arms, to rekindle your love for me and the syndicate. So what are your options, pretty baby?” He sneered, digging his fingers into her hips.

       “I have none warden, I will follow orders and submit or be severely punished.”

       

       “Oh...so you don’t care for a slithering snake making a nest in your cunt?”

       “No warden,” she shuddered. “No I never ever want to see one.”

       

       “Very well said beautiful, you have no options other than the snake pit and you will submit and love this hideous monster and any client you are chosen by for the night, rather than going there. Right my pretty?”

       “Yes warden I will submit to anything you say.”

       “Ah...that is sweet music to my ears. I believe you…and now; on your knees in the praying position and tell me again how ugly your God is.” She got down and put her hands together looking up at his face and tried her best to adopt an adoring expression.

       “Please warden you are hideous and ugly but I will love you, submit completely, suck your cock. I’ll do everything you ask, please don’t send me to the pit, please.” He grasped her tits again squashing them together hard while she trembled and nearly passed out.

       “Yes I know you will my pretty but alas, that’s just not enough; I need to be loved as if I was Apollo or Michael Angelo’s David.” He pulled up hard on her tits, making her gasp as the chorus echoed loudly.

       “Oh Warden I will love you; you are my God.” He dropped her tits again and slapped her face hard twice on each side

 

       

       “Get up pretty one,” she staggered up nearly loosing her balance. “Hold my face and look at me with lovely blue eyes and then kiss me passionately.” She obeyed with the image of snakes in her minds eye, bending over and holding his hideous face kissing him on the lips, moaning as he tongued her while pawing her flesh. He then pulled back staring fiercely into her eyes; “nauseated are we now beautiful, is your flesh crawling?”

       “No Warden I love you,” the image of the pit and the rats flashed through her minds.

       “Tell me how much you love this monster again; my beautiful curvaceous baby and the moaning must be louder when you kiss me again”

       “Oh warden I love you with all my heart.” He kissed her passionately, forcing his tongue through her lips as she responded in kind, moaning loudly.

       “You are thinking about the pit and the rats when you kiss me, right?” He slapped her face twice.

       “Yes wardens…yes I, I, I do, please don’t send me there, please.” She shuddered while he grinned victoriously.

       “Ah let’s see now,” he ogled her body gloating and sneering while grasping his genitals. Look at my cock sweet baby; ah…decisions, decisions which hole should I jam it in first. How about your pretty mouth would you like that?”

       

       “Yes Warden, my God I want to suck your cock very much.”

       “On your knees!” She nearly fainted as her knees buckled under her and he showed it in her face. She kissed his knob the way she knew men liked it and then palmed and fingered his balls kissing them in several places. His cock was short, no more than five inches but unbelievable thick and hard as a rock but it was surprisingly straight and symmetrical with a full rounded mushroom somewhat larger than the shaft.

       She had sucked off some very handsome guys and been turned off in some cases by their crooked ugly cocks which would have suited this monster to the tee. The amazing thickness filled her mouth, as she began to suck while fondling his large balls. Giving blowjobs was something she for some reason had always turned her on and strangely now after what seemed like hours of his his intimidation and gloating, she felt better since at least his cock was not ugly like the rest of him. She sucked eagerly somehow relieved not seeing his face.

       She felt one of the other slaves kneeling next to her holding a plate near her chin. He began to groan and with him an echoing chorus rose from every slave in the room, backing up their lead singer; rising and falling in volume with his groans. Then as he ejaculated the moans turned into panting matching his, as he filled her mouth with a huge amount of semen, forcing her to cough and gulp most of it out on the plate. “Fail to down one drop pretty one and you will be very sorry and look at me adoringly while you feed on my juice.”

       She sucked him clean and then the other slave began to scoop his cum of the plate with a finger feeding it into her mouth. She made eyed contact trying to look adoring, as he stood back watching while she slurped his semen of her finger, remembering to moan with pleasure and then licked the plate clean. The other slave then licked her chin spitting it in her mouth and then stuck her tongue in deep letting her suck on it. She slurped on her tongue guessing correctly that it was part of his ritual. It was the first time she had actually tasted more than a few drops. She wasn’t surprised by now that he also turned his sex acts into musical productions. Every slave in the room was tuned in and responded to his every sound.

       “Well what do you have to say now pretty one?”

       “Thank you warden, for allowing me to suck your cock and swallow your semen.”

       “You are so welcome pretty baby, one hole down and two to go. Oh, I do love beautiful women and how easily they’re coerced; just a few days stewing in a dark concrete pit seasoned with a pinch of riding crop, converts a pretentious beauty queen’s inflated ego, to a born again come one, come all cock sucker eager to submit.”

       He slapped her face a couple of times and ordered her to stand. “Of course I love pretty boys too.” He moved in front of the male black slave stroking his face. “Look at him, isn’t he pretty?”

       “Yes warden he’s very handsome.”

       “Would you like him to fuck you?”

       “Yes warden with your permission of course.”

       “Face each other,” they turned. “Go ahead pretty ones; feast your eyes on each others beautiful young flesh. You’re still a teenager and he’s just a little older, a perfect match-up.

       

       “Let me see that bone rise boy!” As she had seen in the madams office his cock rose in a short time. Isn’t that a beautiful eight inch dong dear?”

       “Yes warden very beautiful.”

       “And look at those shoulders, that muscular chest, that six pack and those powerful thighs. Wouldn’t you just love to have him jump you?”

       “Yes warden he’s perfect.”

       “What female age range gets fucked by your cock and licked by your tongue, pretty boy?”

       “My female clients are mostly sixty and over warden.”

       “And your male clients, how do you satisfy them?”

       “Clients under sixty usually sodomize me after I suck them off; over sixty is mostly kissing and fellatio, sometimes mutual Warden.” 

       "Isn’t that a shame, two beautiful youngsters in your sexual prime, a Greek God and Goddess doomed to fuck wrinkled seniors. Look at that cock pretty one,” he grasped it; “It will never enter your cunt or mouth; like his tongue, it’s reserved for wrinkly old women and their saggy old cunts. In the outside world you two would hook up in a bar and leave for a one night stand. If I was there making a pass, you would both grimace in disgust. Even if you were prostitutes I couldn’t pay you enough to get fucked.

       “Look at me,” they turned their heads as he gloated at them in turn. “But we are here now, deep underground in a secret location and there’s no escape; you’re sex slaves and I’m your master. You’re standing close enough to touch but you might as well be miles apart.” He touched and caressed their faces kissing him and then her. “Lets try that again but I need more passion, more moaning and more tongue this time!” The black slave kissed him passionately moaning with pleasure. He then kissed her as she moaned even louder while the chorus echoed throughout the room, Show her you muscles lover boy and you my love…do a little bump and grind, let him see every angle of that full figure of luscious flesh. Have a good long look, because that’s all…you’ll ever get!” The male slaves flexed for her as she turned doing a slow bump and grind. The warden then held his cock in one hand and slammed his fist down deflating it instantly.             

       They were then ordered to stand in the regular position maintaining eye contact while he sat down on his live chair which had relocated from the lunch to his work table. He became extremely busy answering the phone, making calls, talking and shouting orders to the slaves working the blackboards and filing cabinets.

       It was probably two hours before he got up, slapping both parts of his live chair plus the cock sheath. They thanked him as usual, before he approached One-eight-six again. He played with her tits for a minute and then demanded a passionate kiss.She bent over and kissed him with all the passion she could muster while he clawed her body. He pointed at a leather divan to one side of his work table.

       “Get your ass on there now and spread those luscious thighs! Beg me to fuck you!” She picked up her ball and scurried to the divan, throwingherself on it, spreading her thighs wide and reaching her arms for him as he motioned the black male on his knees to encourage an erection.

       “Oh please Warden, please fuck me I’m so horny for your cock. Oh warden I love you, I love you,please I can’t wait.” She spoke breathlessly while trembling with disgust as the hideous monster leered at her. He jumped on her after knocking the slave sucking him to the floor and rammed his thick cock into her cunt, fucking her like a jack rabbit with incredible speed and strength. She noticed the black male remained where he fell, while she wrapped her arms and legs around her monster, rocking her pelvis moaning her love for him again and again. He came with a loud groan, stopping for a minute kissing her, then spat in her mouth several times and stared at her hard. She took the hint and made swallowing motions. He then got up ordering her to kneel next to the black slave who was now allowed to get up on his knees. They took turns sucking him clean and then both received about five slaps to the face before he returned to his live chair. After which they were directed by a guard to stand in their previous spots.

       It was stressful standing for a long time with your hands behind the head. A guard watched them constantly and let them fold their arms behind once in a while. She would also correct their stance, feet had to be spread about a foot and chest expanded. If the warden stood up for any reason the hands had to be back on top.    

       After fucking her and when the phone stopped ringing, he turned his attention to the midget, scanning her clipboard. “One-four-nine, he was speaking to the blackboard slaves. “Status?”

       “Client cancellation for tonight warden.”

       “Hem, could send her to the lineup. No wait mark her down as X”

       “Yes warden,” she rubbed something out and marked an X below her number.

       He checked the male slaves clipboard, ”One-one-seven. Status?”

       “Line up warden.” He stared at the black slave for a moment.

       “Change that to X.”

       “Yes Warden,” the slave speaking, erased LP and replaced it with an X.

       One-eight- six scanned the boards she could see without turning her head too much and found her number; discovering an X for her as well. She noticed the two other slaves smiling nervously at the warden when he changed their status on the board. She wondered why they were apprehensive and what it was about. She scanned the two boards she could see and found three more X’s. She began to feel the urge to pee and wondered how to ask without being punished.The guard noticed her fidgeting and spoke to the warden.

       “This slave needs to visit the bathroom Warden.”        

       “Just like in kindergarten pretty one, raise your right hand.” The guard escorted her through a door into a very large bathroom; containing an open shower area and four toilets. A woman dressed like the guards except her robe was knee length and ankle chained to the floor, got up from a mat and pointed to one of the toilets. She set down the ball and sat, the woman knelt next to her using her hands to spread her thighs looking carefully at her vagina.

       “Number one or two slave?”

       “Well…both but…but, I…I”

       “You’re new of course, you’ll get used to it; she stroked her inside thigh gently. Relax I’m here to make you feel better and make sure you’re clean when done.” She peed and then pooped after a while. There are we done now?”

       “Yes,” she looked around for toilet paper.

       “Good now get on the bidet,” she’d heard of those things but never seen or used one. The woman turned on a valve and her crotch was sprayed with warm water. “There now get up, bend over and touch the floor. She used a towel to dry her crotch and then kissed or rather licked it, circling her tongue in her anus. “This is standard procedure dear you’ll never clean your own crotch anymore that’s a bathroom attendant’s responsibility. You’re clean as a whistle.”

She picked up her ball and followed the guard back to her X.

       “She was ordered to face the black slave again. He didn’t seem to be bothered by her, seemingly looking into thin air; she remembered that the madam had said he’s been a slave for two years. He had served hundreds of older clients plus some staff, so maybe the thought of making love to someone young and beautiful was just an impossible dream. He was hot, exactly what she’d been looking for in the bars, though usually men that pretty were gay. She was surprised that he’s spent time in the pit for refusing gay sex. 

       They stood for hours while the warden worked feverously only stopping to fuck the midget in his live chair. She straddled him bouncing up and down With her little feet hammering his live seat and her little fingers clutching the large breasts hanging  over his shoulders for balance. After being satisfied he pounded her face a few times and she was returned to her X. About and hour later he ordered his live chair to the smaller table where the Asian female fed him his supper.

       After he was done a cart came in with food trays for every slave; they were placed on the floor, one by each slave at the boards and rest in row on the floor.  The guards then shackled every slave’s wrists behind their backs before allowing them to kneel and slurp up the food. While eating, she suddenly felt the warden spreading her ass cheeks and ramming his cock in sodomized her while she continued to eat being afraid to stop. That was apparently what he wanted; despite the pain from her first ever anal experience she managed not to cry out while he rammed her with the same speed and energy he used earlier while fucking her cunt. She was afraid he would make her suck it after but he groaned his climax and whacked her ass hard five or six times and then pinched it in maybe ten places before leaving for the bathroom.

       After supper the place turned into a mad-house. Guards would come in and copy information from the black boards and then leave. The phone rang constantly and changes were made to the boards.She noticed that all the numbers on the board had CB a dash and a letter and then a number that never changed but below that most of the numbers had LP which she understood meant line-up. Sometimes after a phone call, the LP would be changed to something else and a guard would make a note and leave. After about two hours, things slowed down and then stopped. The slaves in the red shorts at the boards were then release from the from the floor chains which was replaced with the ball and chain before a guard interconnected them and led them away.

       The warden then left through the bathroom door and a while later the remaining ten slaves including One-eight-six were herded in there as well. The warden was not there and they were all hose sprayed and then toweled dry by the wash room attendant. They were then led through a back door in to a large room. They were each ankle connected to long chains attached to wall rings around the room while the ball and chain were removed and stored. The room had a soft deeply cushioned floor almost like a mattress and was basically empty. The guard then arranged some of them in strange positions in two places, One-eight-six on her stomach in one.

       It turned out that they were now living beds or easy chairs to be occupied by the warden and the madam who entered later from a different door. They plunked down on their bodies and read magazines with the help of two slaves holding lamps over them in the otherwise dimly lit room. One-eight-six was on her stomach with the Warden sitting on her ass, leaning back on another female sitting on her thighs. That females thighs were spread around the Warden as she leaned back on another female positioned on her hands and knees crosswise to provide the proper angle for the wardens living lazy-boy. She could see the madam in a similar chair.

       After what seemed like an hour he ordered a midget to straddle him and impale herself on his cock. She could feel her feet on both sides of her hips as she began to bounce up and down, driving his ass down on her ass while she felt his balls touching her crack. She could hear her moan wildly until he groaned his climax; then slapping her body while she probably sucked him clean. She then felt a strong recoil on her ass as he picked her up and threw her to one side rolling close to the madam’s location.

               

       She could feel him turning on one side and the other females moving to allow him to lie nearly flat on her ass and the other female’s stomach and chest. A little later a Guard arrived with some papers and his living furniture changed to he could sit up. It took maybe ten minute while she could hear him tell the guard this slave for for distribution or mark this one X.

       She left and a few minutes later, three more slaves arrived and were chained to wall rings. The other females moved again so he could lie down and she saw a slender male Asian approach. He got down next to the Warden on top of another female slave who had just been positioned next to her in the opposite direction, The warden and his male lover rested on their sides and she could hear them kissing, the Asian moaning loudly. They slowed after a while and she heard the Warden snore while the Asian moaned quietly. She listened for a while to the madam’s moaning while the black male fucked her. She could just see his black ass bouncing up and down over the female next to her and the madam’s little white feet sticking up, rocking with his movements. She new they were fucking on top of a full figure Asian Indian part of the madam’s bedroom furniture.

       After probably an hour the Warden woke up and began to neck with the Asian again. In a few minutes they rearranged, while the warden sodomized him. It was very painful on her backside and she was relieved that he always seemed to ejaculate quickly. He sent him away without the usual beatings and a female slave with a basin and cloths washed and dried his cock. Some of the water ran down her ass crack and was not dried up. The slave got slapped severely when finished and then got down next to him massaging and kissing him until he went to sleep again.

       Much later he woke up again and had his living bed disassembled. Two of the three slaves brought in last were midgets; one black and one Asian and he now had them lie on the floor face up, the black one with her head between the Asian’s thighs. One-eight-six was then ordered to lie on top of them on her back. Her head was on the Asian midget’s chest and her ass on the black midget’s stomach and thighs. The two midgets were then ordered to caress erotically whatever part of her body they could reach. The top one caressed her tits and the other her waists and hips. She felt terrible squashing their tiny bodies; she could feel the nipples of the black slave’s flattened tits against her skin but they both seemed to be moaning happily. Then he suddenly threw himself on her, penetrating her cunt while not moving.

       “Start moving pretty one and make me cum.” She realized now what he was doing. If he did the fucking the pressure on the midgets would be bad enough but if she had to move that fast she’s be crushing them. She thought about the pit and then began to move. Surprisingly the faster she moved the more they bounced under her. She had no idea they were that strong. The black one under her ass actually bounced her pelvis up after her ass crashed into her. The top one did the same driving her pelvis into her back. Their little hands pulled and pushed her shoulders and waists. She couldn’t believe it; they actually did most of the work, three females moving like one in a coordinated heaving mass of flesh, bouncing his cock in and out of her cunt while he barely moved clawing and chewing on her tits.

       The midgets were obviously experienced live mattresses. He came with a loud roar as she and her live mattress slowed moaning, until he was completely satisfied. He then ordered her to turn over on her stomach on top of the midgets, while he moved to another spot creating a new bed with three or four other slaves and went to sleep. Surprisingly the midgets were soon asleep and she entered dreamland on their bodies as well.

       A guard woke her and the midgets in the morning. She got off them and stood up while they just rose and stretched. You’re a nice soft cover the black one whispered as the guard hooked up their balls and chains, then disconnecting the wall chains before leading them into the bathroom.

       She then led her back in the office part. The seven females in red shorts working the boards and filing cabinets were at their posts, hands behind their backs; three of them new. The warden entered, inspecting each of them, clutching their tits hard and then landing a least four hard smacks on their cheeks. Each female would after recoiling from the blow, straighten up and present her face with a sweet smile waiting for the next and after the last whack, kiss him passionately, thanking him sincerely before he moved to his next victim. She finally reasoned they were wearing the red shorts during their period and then put to work, being punished perhaps for nature keeping them out of the lineup.

       She assumed that her stay in the Madam’s and Warden’s offices was about learning the ropes and wondered when she would be sent to the line up, or to the training classes he’d talked about? Every day she watched slaves brought in, some had been punished and she knew by now that after the madam lashed them or sentenced them to the pit for having failed to satisfy a client properly a visit to the warden’s office was compulsory. Some seemed to be brought in just for his pleasure. She wondered if he had a rotation schedule for motivation purposes so he could check out their skill levels or perhaps he just wanted every slave not to forget that he could fuck them at will.

       Once a day she was brought back to the madam’s office for a couple of hours to be part of her live furniture or just stand there, probably to listen to her judgments and witness the punishments.   

       On the third day she was taken out of his office and brought into a photo studio. They took a series of portraits were she was ordered to assume various expressions. Next they took full body shots basically, straight front, side and rear, mostly with her hands behind her head but also some with her holding the ball.

       Close-ups were taken of her ass and breasts, even several close-ups of her vagina with her legs spread wide after an assistant fluffed her bush and rubbed Vaseline into every part of her inner and outer labia. For one shot the assistant spread her labia with her fingers opening her vaginal entrance. Another shot was taken from behind while she touched the floor again with the assistant spreading her cheeks. For another shot the wrist chain was added and she was ordered to assume a hopeless expression, which was not difficult. She was then returned to the Warden’s office.    

       Except for the photo shoot, every day and night was the same and yet different, the differencewas new slaves she hadn’t seen before but the warden was always the same, fucking someone every two hours or so, sometimes beating them before or after and sometimes not. He fucked her one way or another three of four times during each twenty four hour period. She also satisfied the madam once each evening in the bedroom. She found that the madam had a fascination with her tits, playing with them during sex or lying on top of her with them squeezed around her face while another slave either fucked her or ate her out. More than once the madam had slept on top of her on her side resting her head on one tit with One-eight-six being ordered to hold her other tit against her face.   

       On her fourth Day just after lunch  three slaves were brought in and lined up next to One-eight-six; a male Asian, a female Asian Indian and a white female. The warden did not process them and an hour later ordered the Asian Indian to get on the divan with her legs straight up and spread wide. He got busy on the phones and she struggled to maintain her position. Finally after ten minutes he put down the phone, shouted some orders to the blackboard slaves and then jumped on his waiting slave, fucking her missionary style but then suddenly pulled out ordering her to raise her hips and then sodomized her groaning like an animal as he ejaculated. He made her suck his cock after that and then slapped her face maybe ten times as she thanked him in broken English and pleaded for more.

One-eight-six was by now a part of the chorus. She became his live seat for a time then his cock sheath and later the back of his live chair.

       Later he fucked the Asian Indian again from behind while standing up, with the White female kissing him. Later the male Asian slave sucked him off with the Asian Indian female kissing him. It seemed to One-eight-six that he was able to ejaculate every hour and a half to two hours day and night.

       

       One tha same day a guard brought in the Black Latino she had witnessed being sentenced to fifteen days in the pit. She was trembling constantly while she waited for the warden to address her.

       “One-four-nine, you were brought out of the pit early because the client you insulted for absolute no reason has requested your body for tonight. You see to appease him, since he launched a legitimate complaint about your behavior, the syndicate rigged a crab table in the Casino allowing him to win a tidy sum. This means you are responsible for the syndicate taking a loss. Now he will be spending quite a bit on you tonight. Because of your voluptuous body, rare beauty and youthful twenty years, you are listed in the catalog at a high premium. However they will still suffer a loss because of the Casino payout. What is important to the syndicate it their reputation, so you will be given a chance to satisfy this client tonight. If there is the slightest complaint, you will get the one hundred lashes you begged the madam for, plus thirty days with rats and snakes. If the client is satisfied you will get forty lashes from the madam in the morning and you’ll be in our good graces again.” He got up and pushed his body against hers, "but you can go back to the pit right if you like.” She shuddered and then threw her arms around his neck kissing him madly.

       “Oh Warden, thank you, thank you; I love you more than anything. Oh that pit I’ll never do anything stupid again. Thank you, thank you, thank you.” One-eight-six noticed his cock rising out of his robe. He ordered her to turn around, she gasped with joy and turned bending over as his cock rammed her cunt while he clutched her luscious hips. She churned and shook her bubble ass with incredible speed while moaning ecstatically until he groaned his climax. She turned with lightning speed, dropping to her knees and probably caught half his load in her mouth making contented gulping sounds.

       He stood back and then notice that an Asian male who was probably an inch shorter than the warden with an erection. He stared at him hard and slapped his face at least ten times.

       “How dare you entertain sexual thoughts without my permission slave?” Even after the ten smacks his cock was still erect. The warden held an open hand under his cock and slammed his fist down hard deflating it instantly and then slammed his cheeks again so hard he staggered trying to keep his balance. “Thank me slave,” He threw his arms around the warden, kissing him with a passion One-eight-six found hard to believe. He smacked him again a few time and then asked the Guard for his clipboard.

       “One-five-three, you got twenty lashes from the Madam earlier for taking too long to fellate your client. Let’s see you’ve been here five months and initially spent fifteen days in the pit for refusing to suck my cock. Oh yes I remember; are we beginning to have second thoughts about homosexual love, slave?"

       “Oh please no Warden, I suck big white man one time good, him very happy then him fuck my ass and spray very happy but later time wants to get suck job again. I try very, very hard first give massage, lick body all with tongue and then suck. He come and happy then but complain to office, too long time.”

       The Warden addressed the blackboard slave, “Mark One-five-three as X. One of the females on the blackboards marked an X on the Asian male’s column. He then ordered him under his table and a white female behind his chair while he ordered X’s under their numbers on the blackboards.

                

       He returned to his table making notes on the black Latino’s clipboard and signed it. “Guard, have One-four-nine prepared for delivery to room two forty-nine at nineteen hundred hours.” She picked up her ball and was led out by the guard her, eyes nearly closed in tears, taking deep breaths of relief. One-eight-six noticed one of the black board slaves erasing and adding PR to One-four-nine’s column.                           

       One-four-nine was led in before noon the following day smiling form ear to ear despite her one eye being blackened and her bubble ass a mess of welts. She lined up next to One-eight-six.

       “So you have seen the madam?”

       “Yes warden I got my forty lashes,” she turned displaying her multi colored ass.”

               

       “And I see your client did a good job on your face.”

       “I never stopped smiling and loving him with every blow and four ejaculations, twice in my ass. I’m his little nigger monkey now.”

       “Yes he gave you an excellent report and booked another night in about a month. Your face should be pretty by then, depending on how many nights you do dungeon service.” He turned to the blackboard and ordered DG written under her number. “You’ll look good in the dungeon for a while,” he grumbled while getting up pointing at the floor.  She dropped to her knees eagerly blowing him and then received several slaps to her smiling face while still swallowing. “Guard, take One-four-nine to the clinic for attention.”  

   

       One-eight-six fed his lunch mouth to mouth and spent some of that afternoon on her knees with his cock in her mouth and discovered when she was back on her X, that her column had been change to X-(TR). She discovered later that anything in brackets meant the following day.

To be continued

Reavan

21st Century Subterranean Slavery Part III

     By Reavan

Training Classes.

In the morning after she’d served the madam sexually and as furniture the previous evening, as well as having been fucked and sodomized by the warden during the night she was led out of his office for the first time in five days, except for the photo shoot and short session in the madam’s office as live furniture. After going through some tunnels, she was led into a large gym and then to an adjoining room for a psychical fitness assessment. She was weighed and every part of her anatomy was measured flexed and soft; her fat index measured and recorded. Another woman wearing a robe without a hood entered from a back door and studied her chart.

“Let’s see now, One-eight-six, I am the health and fitness mistress, you will refer to me as mistress. You will train here at least five days a week, an hour to start, mostly cardiovascular to increase your stamina and some weight training.

“The syndicate has classified you as a soft-body sex slave; a calculated marketing strategy focusing primarily on the male, older Asian demographic; as well as other men with an obsessive fixation or fetish with large rubenesque white females, particularly blondes.

“Your body fat index will be monitored and based on your body size our initial objective will be to add five or ten pounds, following a planned diet and exercise regimen to maximize your appeal. Even though you have nothing to say in the matter, there is no need for concern. Ruben’s models were actually fat. You will never have rolls; your waists to hips ratio as well as your breasts size is highly marketable and will be maintained or even improved. Now, I see that you have belonged to several health clubs when a free citizen and have worked as an assistant trainer plus a short time in a massage parlor; so you are well aware that motivation is more than half the battle. We can soon tell if you’re only going through the motions and if so, you’ll be severely punished!

“It is my responsibility to maximize the syndicate’s profits and I’ll do that in your case by fine tuning your curves to suit the older male’s fantasies and then increasing your stamina to endure long sexual sessions. So in your own words, what is the purpose of this gym?”

“To make my body sexier for older Asian men and make me stronger so I can provide sex for extended periods.”

“Yes primarily Asians, according to our records but also older men of other ethnic groups. Do you know why it can take longer with older men?”

“A prostitute once told me that older men take longer to cum and don’t have the staying power so she would get on top and do the work.”

“That about right,” she studied the chart, holding it with one hand while feeling various parts of her body, asking her to flex and relax. She then handed it to the assistant and grasped her ass cheeks with both hands asking her to flex several times. “You’re right,” she said nodding at the assistant. “We can improve the firmness and protrusion somewhat, that is unusual really for a white female who already boast more overhang than many blacks.” She slapped her ass lightly a couple of times and then reached around feeling her stomach, ordering her to suck it in and relax several times. “No improvement necessary there, she then felt her breasts like the doctor had. “Best set of DD’s I’ve felt some time One-eight-six; Hem…I think I have time to check you out rights now.” She took a deep breath while she continued to caress them.

For the first time since being abducted she felt a rush from someone touching her and, wished she wouldn’t stop. The mistress then grasped her chin, drawing her down to her level kissing her softly while slipping a finger into her vagina.

“Um I like your response, One-eight-six,” she turned her head to her assistant. A-1 Prepare my chambers.”

“Yes mistress, she opened a door at the back and left. The mistress then continued to kiss her while ordering her to respond.

The assistant reentered after a short time, “your chamber is ready mistress.”

“Very well bring her in,” the assistant ordered her to pick up the ball and led her through the door by the neck chain. They entered a very comfortable bed sitting room with a large bed in the middle. The mistress was by now sitting in an arm chair studying some papers. She was ordered to set her ball in a receptacle on one bedpost. She then disconnected her neck chain and told her to sit on the edge of the bed.

“The trainee is ready mistress.” She continued to read her papers for a minute and then got up nodding at the assistant who removed her robe hanging it on a tree. “Do I leave now mistress?”

“No, you will watch,” One-eight-six watched her walking towards her, a Latino probably in her mid thirties with a shapely very fit olive skinned body. She sat down and grasped on of her breasts kissing her. “You will make love to me now at your own volition; what position would you like me in?” She barely understood the word but assumed she was to take the lead and embraced her while moaning with genuine passion.

“Please mistress would you stand up first and flex for me?” She appeared surprised but got up and went through a series of poses. One-eight-six gasped with excitement, this woman was like some of her muscle building lesbian girl friends. She got up and ran her hands over her rippling muscles for a while as she continued to flex. One-eight-six then gasped and threw herself on the bed reaching for her. “Please mistresses squash me.” She landed hard on top of her as their bodies and lips locked, both gasping with pleasure; one groping and relishing a soft and the other a hard body.

After five days with the Warden and Madam, being coerced to moan with pleasure, she was truly making love to a woman and moaning of her own free will. She had a body like many of the women she’s met in the gyms, females with that male muscular feel. She spread her thighs and clamped her legs around her body, rocking her pelvis as their mounds, one shaven and one hairy met. They both reached and fingered each other while still necking. “Oh mistress I want your tongue, my chain is too short would you?” she rocked her pelvis wildly while her lover reversed position. Their tongues plowed the inner labia’s while twenty fingers clutched four ass cheeks. She climaxes almost instantly and then several times before her mistress moaned loudly and rolled off, her eyes closed while breathing with total satisfaction.

The assistant took her hand, motioning for her to get up and pick up the ball. She then led her into a bathroom where she used a wet towel to wipe her off. The mistress was still lying with her eyes closed when they reentered. She opened her eyes while the assistant hooked up the neck chain again.                 

“My assistant will get you started in the gym now,” she closed her eyes again obviously enjoying her climax.

The assistant smiled at her knowingly, raising her eye-brows, uttering a quiet. “Um wow, follow me then and we’ll get started.”

For the first time as a sex slave she was fulfilled. She had climaxed with the madam and even the beast but that was just part of her nature this time she felt warm inside. She had been loved not just used. 

The trainer put her through the paces for nearly an hour; mostly on a treadmill with probes attached, monitoring and noting the results. She had time to think about what the mistress and that spark of electricity between them, a bond felt right in the pit of her stomach; something that had happened to her only a couple of times in her life and only with women. The madam of course had told her that she would be serving staff supervisors at their digression.

Her final exercise simulated sexual intercourse with her on top. There were probably fifty slaves in that section doing the same. They were all on their forearms and spread knees bouncing their asses up and down to a beat by an electronic metronome. She found it impossible to keep up for more than twenty or thirty bounces at that speed. The trainer watched her carefully noting her performance level. When the beat finally stopped after probably ten or fifteen minutes she just dropped flat on the floor gasping for air. She noticed a few of the females near her had never missed a beat.

She was then led to an auditorium, given a sort of paddle with her number on it and told to take a seat in the front row. Each seat had a receptacle on the floor for the ball. A male instructor wearing a robe with no hood appeared on a podium and addressed them.

“Good morning sex slaves, welcome to motivation: sexual submission is your life. Please remember to keep your numbers visible. Again let me remind you that not paying attention; that is not knowing the subject if I ask you, will be severely punished as some of you have discovered; Seven-nine what is the punishment?”

“Lashes from the madam or Snakes, master.”

“That is correct: three times is a charm, isn’t it Seven-nine.”

“Yes master, no more snake charming for me!” 

“I like a sex slave with a sense of humor; OK then. Today let me start by touching on your responsibility of totally satisfying all clients… I know…once again. You must keep in mind at all times that a satisfied clientele encourages repeat visits and more clients by word of mouth, adding thereby to the financial well being of the syndicate. You should know that your owners, even while they of course pay you nothing as captive slaves, has a large financial investment in this facility plus your training, the staff necessary to support you, feed you etc. You are all then as a group responsible for satisfying each and every clients totally with your body, mind-set and sexual skills. Therefore you are then indeed to blame if any client does not return or lodge a complaint. In such cases you deserve and will be lashed or spend time in the pit due to the syndicate’s financial loss; not to mention their reputation. Total dedication is therefore vital; every client must leave one hundred percent satisfied.

”The sex act must be so intensely loving and stirring, that he or she will think about nothing else when leaving and be eager to return; to be loved by you, to dominate you, to beat you or whatever turns that client’s crank. You are responsible for offering your body and soul to every client with as many sexual acts he demands or you can encourage him or her to try.

“Nine-two, do you satisfy our clients by acting in a loving and passionate manner?”

“No master I do not act; I satisfy the client by responding to his or her needs with the proper mindset. I truly love every client not only with my body but with all my heart.  

“That is correct, this is not a motivational acting class, this is about total dedication to the only reason you breathe, so why do you exist, nine-one?”

“To submit my body and soul for sexual pleasure to whatever client selects me and of course any staff member when ordered; my life has no other purpose, master.”

“And what do you do for the rest of your day, One-two-two?”

“I prepare for my body and mindset for my evening client or staff member, in this and many other classes.”

“You think of nothing else then.”

“No master, that would be sacrilegious and there is no time, every hour of my night and day is filled with thoughts of or actual sexual intercourse; except of course when the client falls to sleep.” 

“Yes and you hopefully have sweet dreams about submission. Remember the syndicate’s profit margin is…always…your number one priority whether awake or asleep. One-twenty-nine, give me an instance of additional profits for the syndicate?”

“The riding crop, master bruises cost the clients more.”

“That is correct; the riding crop or other implements are profitable since bruises are subject to an escalating fee schedule, adjusted incrementally to the number and severity of those marks. In other words the more bruises recorded in the morning, the higher the client’s final invoice. This can be a two edged sword since many client with that inclination prefer to paint on a clean canvas. We try to recommend slaves being requested for severe physical discipline, who we know are close to their period, giving you four or five days to heal.

“You can be assigned to dungeon service with bruises where clients paying for a one evening session can be given the illusion that the same slaves are being beaten daily for extended periods. Some client will pay handsomely for adding to those bruises and then rape you as a helplessly shackled victim.

You can of course also encourage a client to discipline you near that time of the month by being a naughty girl and then beg for more. Most of you already know that only works with some clients. Other clients will of course beat you harder while you scream and beg him or her to stop. It’s up to you to make those judgments and once again encouraging the client to hurt you…is your responsibility to maximize the syndicate’s profits.

“Twenty-three, give me one method of encouraging the client to beat you harder or longer?”

“Sometimes by not crying out with the first few lashes the client will become frustrated and beat you more or harder until you cry out or scream with pain.”

“That is correct but again every client is different and you must use good judgment.

“So why do we offer your bodies to clients for sexual pleasure? One-eight-six, address the class;” she was shocked to be single out on her first day.

“The syndicate offers our bodies as sex slaves to…to clients to…to make a profit, master?”

“That is correct and what is your responsibility?”

“To…to have sex with the client, any kind and truly love him so he will come back and tell his friends so the syndicate can make even more money.”

“That is correct, Nine-seven can you expand on her statement?”

“I think so master. In my mindset the client is the prince or princess of my dreams.”

“That’s good Nine-seven can anybody add anything to that? Yes One-two-five go ahead.”

“Well master no but I have question. You say we should try to encourage more acts or positions. What if he doesn’t like being told?”

“Good question One-two-five. That is a delicate matter; many men are set in their ways. As a sex slave it’s your duty to submit to any position demanded, that goes without saying. You should however try to sense the client’s needs. As you both move around in the bed or the room, try to encourage groping and kissing by responding breathlessly to his moves even though they might seem strange. Remember some of your male clients have been married for many years and some have only experienced the missionary position. It’s your responsibility to encourage experimentation, different positions and sex acts, especially fellatio to a man like that can be a fantastic turn on. A fantastic turn on, can lead to repeat business and what does that mean, Eight-nine?’

“Profits for people we’ve never seen.”

“Eight-nine is getting slightly cynical this morning but that’s fine. It is actually a good question but  not exactly true; no one outside of the front office knows their identities. Not even our warden and madam. I’m sure however that many of you have sexually satisfied some of your owners. Yes Seven-two?”

“Really master that is exciting I’d love to know when I’m serving someone who actually owns me. I don’t know why but that turns me on. I know the clients theoretically own us for the night but the syndicate owns us permanently. We truly are the property of these people. ”

“Well you never will know but after four years as a sex slave, Seven-two, I’m sure you have probably satisfied one or maybe several of your owners, who knows? It’s a large syndicate and I’m sure they dip into the till. Yes One-six-three?”

“How much do we cost a client, master?”

“Again only the front office knows that. But I can guess that, because of the secret, illegal nature of this operation and the fact that you are actual slaves abducted and brought here unlawfully from around the world, only the very rich can afford any of you. Probable five or ten times the most expensive call-girls.”

“Why would anybody pay that much if they can get a call-girl for less?”

“Think about it. A call girl is a free citizen who can leave anytime, refuse certain acts and haggle for payment. You are all permanently in chains and cannot refuse any sexual act with any client, who actually owns you for the night. The client is in total charge of you, body and soul; there is absolutely nothing you can do to refuse him, short of a severe beating and in such a case definitely the pit. That is a fantastic turn on to many clients even though they don’t know about the pit. They know however that you are true slaves, Yes Seven-eight?”

“I love being owned master and I love to hear you talk about it; it makes me all tingly inside; especially the idea that an actual owner has fucked me.”

“Does anybody else feel like Seven-eight? Let’s see a show of hands; nearly half that is a nice surprise to me; mostly long timers over three years. Six-two, why do you feel that way?”

“Same as Seven-two I think. After two years it’s my life now, I was always a submissive nature. I acted, no rather was, the sub in a sex club; maybe one of the syndicates slavers found me there. I don’t care about being free, I love submission even the pain of being lashed by a client, the madam or slapped around by the warden, though I don’t think I’m a real masochist. I just love my life here and as long as I’m young enough to be desirable, I wouldn’t leave if I could.”

One-eight-six found it hard to believe what she heard from Six-two and Seven-eight; she couldn’t imagine ever feeling that way no matter how long she was here.

“Six-six, what did Seven-two just say?”

“I…I’m sorry master. I’m so tired from last night. No sleep at all master.” The instructor filled out a form on the podium. “Guard, take this slave to the madam’s office for corrective action.” She was led out with tears flowing down her cheeks.

One-eight-six, noticed that not only the girls ass but also her thighs and back were welted with stripes of all colors. She wasn’t much over eighteen; a short buxom blonde with a sculptured body and Scandinavian skin. She wondered if the madam would let her off with a few lashes; since she had earned a large bonus for the syndicate last nights.

She was led to the next class in another large room where about fifty female were on or getting on what appeared to be massage tables. She was brought in to a small office where a guard ordered her to get on similar table and then left her alone after leaving her clipboard in a slot. A mistress and an assistant then entered, the assistant picking up the clipboard handing it to the mistress who studied it and then handed it back.

“One-eight six, I am the mistress in charge of VSM, which stands for vaginal sphincter manipulation training. Spread your thighs.” She sounded very officious, like a city hall bureaucrat. She spread her thighs and the mistress placed one hand on her stomach and penetrated her vagina with a finger asking her to squeeze it. She tried with little success. “Reaction barely ten percent,” she was speaking to her assistant who made a note. For the next five minutes she was probed and ordered to flex her pelvic and other muscles in her lower body and thighs while listening to a lot of medical jargon she did not understand.

“You pelvic floor is weak for a nine-teen year old. You will train here seven days a week in order to bring your contraction pressure and frequency to an acceptable performance level. This is vital due to the client category you are being aimed at. Motivation is essential and by your chart I see you have already had a second tour in the pit. For the first few weeks we require an incremental weekly improvement of eight percent in both pressure and frequency. Six percent will result in a visit to the madam’s office; four percent, snakes and rats for an indeterminate period. My assistant will get you started immediately.” She left the room and the assistant put her hand on her stomach and inserted and held a long soft dildo in her vagina.

“Relax dear and begin to contract at a rate you are comfortable with. That’s it; I can feel it in my hand. Over the next hour the assistant inserted several different devices including one where she had to stand. “There you have nothing to worry about dear I’m sure you will pass with flying colors in seven days.”

“How long does this training last?”

“For as long as you’re a sex slave, as you get older and loose that youthful glow; it becomes even more important. Some client chose sex slaves exclusively by the VSM rating, noted in the dossier with your photo-layout.”

After the class she was led out in the hall way and told to sit, most of the rock tunnels seemed to have benches along on or both walls. There were sex slaves sitting for a far as she could see in the dim light. Tall carts were then rolled along with shelves of food trays. Every slave was handed a tray with her number on it. She looked around and noticed everyone else setting it on their laps and then eating with cutlery. So it was only in the warden’s office where you ate like an animal.

“Surprised honey?” A buxom black female sitting next to her chuckled as she spoke; “you’re new, right out of the Warden’s cave of horrors aren’t you? I’m two-seven.”

“I’m One-eight-six and yes my first day out. You look to young to have been here a lot of years with that number?”

“Barely one, “I’m twenty; they give retired numbers as they become available. I’m British by the way, abducted in Jamaica while on vacation; I probably drowned or was eaten by a shark while scuba diving.” One-eight-six replied with her own allowable information. They ate in silence and then stood up sliding their empty trays into the slots as the cart rolled by.

“Well,” the British female said; “it’s sleepy time.”

She was led to a cell block with two rows of beds; she guessed fifty in the middle of the room. One steel post at the head of each bed held a sign with the slave’s numbers and at the foot end a post held a receptacle for the ball. There was no bedding only a thin mattress. She was led to her number and ordered to place the ball and lie down. The guard then told everyone to rest and think about nothing as the lights were turned down low with elevator music played softly. She fell to sleep and woke to the sound of a soft bell.

They were then ordered to file out in the rock tunnel and led to a large dimly lit room with a thickly carpeted floor. It turned out to a combination of show and tell plus some acting. They were arranged in circles of ten sitting on the floor with their iron balls centered in a neat circle. The guards did not take part at first but circulated listening.

For a while they took turns describing every sexual detail of the previous night; how they had satisfied the client, how many times and if they thought the client had been completely satisfied. Some would get up and show the bruises they had received from the client or the madam from a complaint. Others would then make comments stating what they would have done different or praise for doing something out of the ordinary. One-eight-six was left out since she hadn’t served a client yet.

Next they would playact; each female would pretend that a female across from her was a client and say how much she loved her. One-eight-six thought at first that this was very silly but she soon discovered that constructive criticism from others was very educational. She learned that the volume, tone of voice, facial expression during the statement and especially after, could be infinitely varied; eyes and lips open or close, head cocked or turned slightly, eyelids fluttering. There was no end to it and then every face was of course different and what worked for one did not work for another but mainly a submissive sweet expression was the key.

When her turn came as the last one she actually came off fairly well, with two slaves giving her advice.

Everyone then stood up and posed one at the time way they would do in the evening lineup. She was surprise that there was no bump and grind movement but apparently the object was to display the body to prospective clients front, side and back; hands behind the head most of the time then folded behind the back, down to rub the thighs a bit and back up flipping the breasts lightly in passing; lifting the long hair if that applied, swinging it a bit and then behind the head again. The facial expression had to be distant, not icy cold like a runway model but sweet and fearful. Equally important was breathing, heaving the chest displaying your breasts to the best advantage. She learned later the reason for them posing in a regimented manner was that the syndicate wanted every sex slave displaying their body features and not distracting the client with a dance competition.

At this point two guards came inside the circle, one with a clipboard and the other began to fondle one of the slaves very slowly in a loving sensitive manner, while the other guard watched the expression on her face. The next female was treated roughly; the guard clawed her tits, slapped her ass and then rammed her hand into her crotch. The slave responded by shaking, breathing rapidly with a fearful expression. The third slave was made to flex her biceps while the guard felt them and then forced her mouth open checking her teeth, her ears and then made her bend over showing her crotch while she poked a finger into her vagina.

One-eight-six now understood that they were practicing to deal with different client personalities while the guard rated their response. Sometimes she would start over, telling the slave this or that was wrong. When she got to her the guard crossed her arms and just stared at her scanning her body with a superior expression. Not knowing what to do she turned her head closing her eyes acting like she was really scared and tried to tremble. The guard slapped her face and pointed at her own eyes. She made eye contact again and the guard nodded and moved to the next slave. She drew a deep breath in relief; maybe she would be good at this?

She walked back to her cell block and ordered to sit on the bed. They were then told that this was free time and they were allowed to talk quietly with their neighbors.

“I am One-eight-six,” she said to her neighbor and held out her hand.

“You new here, we’re not allowed to touch; I’m Seven-nine. I’ve been here more than three years; born in the Ukraine, lured to France with the promise of a job and forced into prostitution. My pimp must have sold me to an agent who drugged me and brought me here.

“Thanks for the warning; I was born in the US and abducted in Las Vegas. I’ve just been five days in the Wardens office.”

“Oh yes, five nights with the beast. “And you got used to him and didn’t show disgust anymore with his ugliness.”

“Well I did get use to it sort of, yes.”

”That’s when you get the booth.”

“What do you mean?”

“He thrives on disgust in his slaves. Once he doesn’t sense that anymore you’re in the lineup. We’ve all been there,” she smiled, “whenever we make a mistake and have been punished by the madam we spend a day or night of makeup sex with the prince of darkness. So you seen the worst, I’ve never seen a client that ugly. Most of them are fairly handsome, you know old but distinguished; that goes with being successful I guess.”

“That sweet little Asian seems to loves him madly.”

“Ah yes but what you don’t notice is that she’s always trembling and her eyes show fear when he touches her. He buggered her a few week ago lying on top of me while I embraced and kissed her. She trembles like a leaf but you have to touch her to know it. He sends her out most days because her skills and innocent looks in the photo spread makes her a real money maker but he sometimes brings her back at least during the day. He also sends her for very special repeat clients in private rooms, who are willing to pay a premium. They dress her up usually in a school girl’s uniform, ribbons in the hair with two little pig tails and you know a cute white blouse and tie, a short plaid skirt, white socks and flat shoes.

“Most of the time it’s a rape session, sometimes with an older Asian slave playing the poor mother selling her for cash or playing the outraged mother while her daughter is raped or gang raped. She plays the horrified sweet innocent young girl just perfectly. I think she’s one of the biggest money makers they have.  I’ve been at one such gang rape session with her with me being use as a mattress. A lot of men like that when fucking a petite female. You will probably also be used that way with your body”

“I already have with her in the warden’s bedroom.”

“How much time did you spend in the pit?”

“I think nine days initially and then five more with the rats after I talked back to the madam while she read me my lack of rights.”

“Some right we have, I bet you won’t do that again; I was there 10 days the second time for refusing lesbian sex.”

“You don’t have a problem with that now?”

“I’ll fuck anything with a pulse and may even without, before I’d go back down there.”

“I’m naturally bisexual; you still have a sense of humor after three years.”

“After a while it becomes your home, they keep you so busy with training and meditation, you don’t have time to think of much else. Everything is done for you, they wash you, do your hair, shave your legs, put on your makeup, you can’t even wipe your own ass and then they lick it. I mean that’s better than royalty.

“Yes but we don’t get paid.”

“Very funny, yes we’re humanitarians giving it away; we spread our thigh and the syndicate makes a fortune.”

“Why don’t they shave my pubes I’m not used to that?”

“Again we are here to fuck older men and they don’t like bald pussies; it’s a turnoff they say. Shaving down there came about with the thong; that was long after their time.

“Why did you go back to the warden’s office if you been here two years.”

“If there is a slight problem in the clients report, he’ll fuck you himself to check your performance level and you better be good unless the pit entices you. I think he also has some kind of rotation schedule to keep us sharp, so we all take turns in his beastly arms. You know yourself he fucks five or ten different slaves every day. So that’s about two hundred and fifty in a month. That’s about right I seem to end up there every six to eight weeks.”

“You don’t seem to be depressed with your life here as a sex slave. Don’t you miss being free?”

“You’ll soon realize that there’s no time for that. Twice a day we get half an hour to gap like this. Other than that, you exercise, go to classes, eat and sleep; then they tell you who to fuck; you don’t have to bother with the dating circuit or worry about finding the right partner; you never get to decide anything. I think we would be totally lost on the outside.”

“But…but you don’t get good looking young guys just old men.”

“They’re all good looking in your mind even the Warden; you must have used that trick already.”

“Well what I had in my mind when kissing him, it was him or the pit and the rats.”

“That is one way; you’ll get a few lookers in their forties, maybe even thirties but with your size most of your clients will be like mine; usually shorter that me I’m five foot-seven. Mostly Orientals they’re nuts about big white woman, they can be harsh and are usually not lovers; you do it obedientlyor else and it’s usually over quickly; unless they’re really old, then it can take forever but it’ll be usually only one act. You can go to sleep until the guard picks you up.

“So you and I will never have sex.”

“There are party rooms where client have dinner parties with friends and some of us are brought in to entertain. Usually dressed up as French maids with no panties and exposed tits; being groped when serving food and drinks. Others are used as live statues in bondage, some are chained to walls or columns and the guest will use us any way they see fit. A common form of entertainment is watching lesbian lovemaking or cat fights, that’s mostly for male parties but some women like to watch that too.”

“Have you been in catfights?”

“Look at me I’m a bear, many, many times and it always ends up as lesbian orgies in some way. You know the loser being force to eat out the winner; that‘s what men like to see, and then of course after that you get fucked or sometime gang banged, another male fantasy?”

They were interrupted by the gong and told to lie down with their eyes closed. The guard then spoke to them.

“We will focus now on the reason you exist. In two to three hours depending on your assignment, you will perform the only task sex slaves exist for. Sex, sex, sex, there’s no other purpose to your lives. You submit, you submit, you submit.

“Until then your mind will be focused with a few breaks on nothing else. Nothing can enter your mind except the intoxicating feeling of totally sexually satisfying the client who will choose you out of the line-up or has picked you out of the register for private parties, dungeon bondage, rape sessions etc.

“Concentrate now on your client and caress your breasts lightly One-eight-six heard a low moan from her cell mates. She moaned along with them feeling her breasts. ”Circle both areolas with your fingers, his lips are near. Finger the nipples…now grasp your breasts, squeeze them gently repeatedly presenting your nipples. Feel your client kissing one…then the other. The moisture makes it wet and cold.” There were collective gasp and then the moaning got passionate and louder; as they continued for ten minutes to present their nipples to imaginary client’s lips.

“Now, whisper the name of the body part where you now feel a strong craving;” fifty pairs of lips whispered: my vagina. “What is the purpose of your vagina,” The words ‘client’s penis’ whispered through the cellblock. “What will the client experience from your vagina?”’ Fifty slaves whispered: pleasure, with a deep passion as their breathing became labored.

“What is your anus for?” Again fifty pairs of lips whispered my client’s penis. “Feel it I your anus.” She clenched her cheeks

“What are your lips for?” Once again, my client’s penis “Feel it in your mouth.” she opened her mouth wide and pretended she was sucking on a penis.

“Move your hands slowly down your body dig your fingers into the thigh creases, thumbs touching above the vulva while spreading your thighs slightly you will now perform and recite the vaginal pledge.

“Open your thighs wider, inhaled deeply and raise your pelvis, the orifice is relaxed. As you exhale clench the orifice pinscher, lower your pelvis and close your thighs slightly. What did you close your thighs on?” A hoarsely throated: ‘my client’ filled the room. “What do you feel in your vagina?” Fifty pairs of lips whispered breathlessly: ‘ooooh my client’s penis.’ Repeat the vaginal wow until ordered to stop.

One-eight-six opened her thighs, inhaled deeply, and raised her pelvis relaxing her orifice. She then tried to clench her orifice while lowering her pelvis and closing her thighs slightly, whispered ‘my client and then, ‘ooooh my clients penis’, along with her cellmates. They repeated the exercise over and over again maybe for an hour.

The feeling in her crotch became increasingly real. As she relaxes and inhaled, raising her pelvis, meeting and welcoming an imaginary penis entering her vagina, her orifice then squeezed it as she lowered her pelvis closing her thighs on his body while whispering the words with an ever increasing mesmerizing passion becoming feverishly more intense with every repetition.

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She gasped in disappointment along with her cell mates when the gong rang three times ending the session. A spasm flashed though her body as she desperately squeezed her thighs and vagina on nothing. The illusion was gone but her body ached for more.

The gong rang again after a few minutes and the guard ordered the entire cell block, except for some females in red shorts to enter the cleansing room. They were hosed standing close together ten at the time. Some got caps and others had their hair washed and then moved into the fan room. Next the hair salon with more than twenty chairs; staffed mostly by slaves in red short, setting hair, shaving legs, armpits and then makeup.

Back in the cell block they were fed. Every slave was on her own diet determined by a dietician. There could be no food left on the tray and sharing or trading food was strictly forbidden. After the trays were removed the guard ordered the breasts routine and then the vaginal promise for about ten minutes. They were then ordered to lie down and just focus for a time while elevator music played over the speakers until the gong rang and the guard addressed again.

“Within a short time you will be at the mercy of client who has paid a high price to the syndicate for the temporary ownership of your body. The reason for that price is that this is the only place on the planet where true slavery exists. The reason I say, at the client’s mercy should obvious. He can beat you, fuck you, and beat you, again and again, because for about ten hours you’re his property like any store bought article.

“Technically the client can’t actually rape you, rape implies an illegal act and since you’re not protected by law, the client is free to abuse you in any way he or she sees fit. There is only one difference between you and historical slaves is; he can’t kill you and is not allowed by the terms of the lease to draw blood. Remember as a slave you’re nothing to him but a triple receptacle for his cock. Despite that you will love him madly as he uses one or all of those receptacles during the night to satisfy his lust.

“Focuses on that thought now, tell yourself that tonight’s client is your legal owner holding you deed for the night and there’s absolutely no way to resist or deny him. Think about that for the next ten minutes; concentrate hard.”

Ten minutes passed by quickly for One-eight–six even with the treatment she’d received from the Madam and the Warden or because of it, she suddenly realized how hopelessly helpless she was. She had to love all clients madly whatever they did to her and she knew she would. The alternative was a night with a monster warden and or the snake pit.

“Now think about your client again. You do not want to resist abuse. You can’t resist; you do not have the right to resist. You will love your client no matter what he or she does to you or whatever act he or she demands because you want to submit; you need to submit completely or you life has no meaning. What is your life about?”

“Total sexual submission,” every voice except One-eight-six whispered in unison. “Repeat that until ordered to stop.” One-eight-six chimed in, repeating the whispered chant with her cell mates over and over again. She had no idea how much time had gone by when the gong sounded three times. No one moved or spoke, she felt as if she’d been hypnotized and kept her eyes closed while total sexual submission resonated through her mind.

“One-eight-six keep you eyes closed and tell us how do you feel?” She was shocked to be singled out again.

“I…I feel very strange like I’m in a different world.”

“You are…in a different world slave, in less than two hours a very wealthy citizen will chose your body to pleasure him or her. It is his or her world, therefore being a sex slave object it can’t be your world. Many of very rich believe that their money give them the right to control the lower classes. They dislike democracy and come here to vent their frustration by using your body in any way they chose.

These people can easily afford whores or mistresses or toy boys, for a lot less but they’re free to spend what is given to them and can leave if they want. Whores also sometimes demand more money for special sex, like blowjobs but beatings are out of the question.

You…on the other hand, is an object to be used by a client for any sexual or violent act This is not a magic illusion or fairytale; you’re not an actor or stunt double in a theatre or movie. This is real, you will submit with no thoughts in your mind. You’ll only obey. Only obey. Only obey.

“Now sit up slaves in the lotus position and slowly open your eyes. You are seeing nothing; because there is nothing in your world until you are selected and enter a client’s room. Then in your mind there’s only love, love, love.

When your number is called, called, called; you the sex slave, a mindless totally submissive object will stand and pick up your ball.

She opened her eyes breathing deeply but saw nothing, nothing, nothing.

To be continued

20

21st Century Subterranean Slavery Part IV

LINE UP & CLIENTS

Guards began to arrive calling one or more slave numbers and leading them away. Lastly the cellblock super ordered the remaining group of thirty or so, not in red shorts to line up in the hallway. She rose still seeing only shadows and picked up the iron ball; moving almost blindly in a trancelike manner following other slaves into the hallway. A guard led her to a spot where her neck chain was joined to a slave in front of her and a chain from behind was connected to her collar. Still blurry eyed she copied the stance of the females in front standing at attention. The guard then prodded her to maintain a certain distance from the slave in front. When satisfied with everyone’s posture she addressed them.

“Concentrate on satisfying this evening’s client as we walk, do not loose focus.” They walked slowly through several hallway tunnels until they neared a door. “The door will open in one minute; remember you are sex slaves recently rounded up in a slave raid, transported in a filthy smelly slave ship. When the door opens you will cross the deck and walk down a ramp, which from inside the hall will look like a boarding ramp from an eighteenth century sailing ship A week ago you were free citizens in other nations, today each of you will be displayed stark naked and sold as property to an owner who can beat, abuse, fuck or even kill you at will; in other words: satisfy your future owner completely or you can be beaten senseless or die.

You will walk down the boarding ramp looking dejected and scared, walking deliberately in a disorderly jerky manner; giving the guards cause to prod you along with whips or riding crops. The whips will be snapped for effect without touching your flesh.  Remember your posture upon entering is an act…to give the clients the impression that you are recently captured slaves. This is acting but the real reason you are here is not … you are slaves…here for a night of sex; it can be obedient sex or defiant submission in which case you’ll be beaten and raped. You will of course need to gauge yourself to sense if the client is turned on by a disobedient slave. So you will be either a totally obedient sex slave, petrified but utterly subservient to your client…or a proud female resisting your owner’s advances, hopefully from the syndicate’s point of view resulting in multiple painfully colored stripes on your flesh.”

The door in front of them opened and several guards in period pirate like costumes took over the group as they stepped out on the deck of a mockup sailing ship. The deck actually rolled as is they were in real water, making it hard to walk. They were led to a skimpy boarding ramp and instructed to hang on to a rope railing with one hand while clutching the iron ball with the other and descend the sagging and swaying ramp. Once they reached solid ground, each slave naturally hesitated to regain her balance; a guard swiftly lashed the riding crop across each slave’s ass cheeks resulting in a loud cry’s or scream before stumbling ahead, resulting in the next slave being jolted forward by the neck chain.

The last slave stepping off the ramp screamed loudly from an especially severe lash, probably for effect. A slow musical selection, she recognized from her fathers collection as: March of the Slaves, was booming over a speaker system mixed with the sound of breakers and seagulls. She hung her head closing her eyes at first in the bright lights as she limped along to whatever fate had in store for her. She glanced ahead as a guard lashed her ass when her chain to the slave in front of her tightened. The hall was maybe fifty feet wide with a high vaulted ceiling. On the left side a wooden stage or board walk, ten feet broad and two feet above the floor stretched the length of the hall. The lighting flooded the stage from high on the right side, like a late afternoon sun.

The backdrop was like a realistic movie set, representing a series of period store fronts Inns and slave auction houses, each with different roof lines. The wall above was painted in sky blue with scattered white clouds and the tops of ship’s mast.  Each business was decorated with anchors, fishing net, ships wheels, heavy ropes, beer or vine barrels, mounted fish or paintings of naked women  matching whatever product was being sold, creating an eighteenth century dockside atmosphere. Two gaps in the storefronts and the board walk revealed streets leading to a painted harbor front with views of square rigged sailing ships anchored or sailing in the distance.

They stumbled along slowly as many slaves resisted; jerking the connecting chains while some guards lashed their asses and others cracked bull whips. They passed by groups of slaves; males, lady-boys, female midgets; then females of all shapes. Every racial background was represented in each group. They were spaced about five feet apart and tethered to iron rings in the board walk. Behind every ten or fifteen slaves, a guard in period costume paced back and forth continually prodding reluctant slaves with the riding crops to turn and display different angles of their bodies. Every thirty feet or so wooden steps led to the board walk.

When they stopped, the neck chains were disconnected one at the time and each slave was then led or jerked, by the chain up the steps, to a spot behind a number carved on a rough wooden sign at the edge of the board walk matching the ID on her thigh. Many slaves resisted, some spitting at the guards resulting in several lashes.

She was near the middle of the chain gang and noticed five sets of twins already tethered from a previous chain gang. Each pair was connected with a short chain from their neck collars with the lead chain hanging from a ring in the center. Every twin carried an iron ball but were branded with identical numbers and stood behind one sign.

Once she was tethered and her eyes accustomed to the bright lights high on the opposite wall she realized that the other side was totally different, resembling a two story motel with a broad second story balcony running the length of the hall. The ground level had a door every fifty feet or so and between them three wide mirrors. The second story balcony was crowded with clients, most sitting in comfortable chairs at small tables, drinking and talking. Some were standing at the railing talking to others while pointing at individual slaves, others watched through opera glasses. There were access stairs from the floor to that balcony in three places.

After some prodding she began to pose as she had been shown earlier in the day and wondered why there were no clients at the lower level. Then it struck her that the mirrors were one-way and clients requiring privacy were probably already watching them from the inside. After a while the music was turned down and changed to something out of an eerie scary movie. A voice began calling out slave numbers giving the door number to enter. A guard then led each chosen slave to the designated door returning after a few minutes.

Some of the slaves resisted being led away and were then prodded by a few whacks of the riding crop or crack of the bull whip. The five sets of female twins, two Asian, two blacks and one white blonde pair, were some of the first to be selected, all to lower level doors. She also noticed that most of the fifteen so midgets were led away early on, to the lower doors.

The strange eerie music seemed to depress her making her feeling sick to the stomach while she trembled with humiliation. She had been naked since she first woke up in the pit. Every slave was naked twenty-four hours a day; only the staff wore clothing but it had become normal to her. Right now however some of the more than a hundred fully clothed and free clients were watching her. They were here for one night or whatever and then they could return to the real world…they were free. She was a permanent sex slave; on display like merchandise in a department store or groceries at a supermarket. The clients were just shoppers choosing an item, paying the cashier and then using what they bought, before carrying on with their lives. She would still be here on display every day, to be sold and consumed over and over again, for as long as her beauty lasted and then what? She trembled again, and nearly threw up. For the first time since being abducted the true hopelessness of her slave status hit her right in the gut.

The riding crop whacked her out of the reverie and she turned taking a deep breath, presenting another side of her flesh, for the convenience or pleasure of a large crowd of fully clothed sex slave consumers.

The Clients on the balcony made use of paddles she’d seen at auctions with numbers, probably representing their rooms. When ready to select a slave they would hold up the paddle and point at the desired object. A guard would walk to and whack that slave with the riding crop while looking up verifying the choice and then lead the slave, generously assisted by the crop, up the stairs to the clients table handing over the chain and keys for the locks. Some client would then order the slave to stand or kneel by the table, most hanging their heads, others defiantly spitting at the client as they had  the guards; usually resulting in a punch in the gut or slap in the face accompanied by laughter from the surrounding crowd. Most of the clients would leisurely finish their meals and or drinks and in some cases discuss the slave’s physical attributes with other clients, pointing to and sometimes fondling various parts of the slaves body. When ready the client or clients would lead or in some cases drag a resisting slave to a door at the rear of the balcony, to the cheering delight of other clients.

Later, clients began to appear on the floor, most mounting the board walk to psychically inspect and fondle slaves before making a selection. They would then gesture at a guard who would unlock the chain from the ring; order the slave to pick up her ball and lead or have the client lead her away always assisted by a few lashes.

She was inspected and groped by probably thirty men and maybe ten women over the next while. Like her cell mate had predicted, they were mostly older men, nearly all Asians. She sensed strong sexual vibes from most of the men, despite their generally macho, sometimes aggressive behavior. Some women, usually with a male partner came across with a snobbish upper class attitude; touching or pinching her as if she had a disease. Other women by themselves or with a male partner were probably lesbians or AC- DC and behaved more like men. Many clients behaved like they were buying livestock, prodding her flesh for muscle tone or checking her teeth. Some would make her bend over, inspecting and in some cases fingering her crotch.

She was almost relieved when finally chosen by a very arrogant, short and fierce looking Oriental male and led to a door by the guard. She thought about the madam’s riding crop, that hairy monster Warden and the pit.  Her client was infinitely preferable. She tried to focus and re-enter the hypnotic state she had left the cell block with and wowed to submit totally to this man, no matter what.

Inside the lights were dimmed and she noticed comfortable seating by the one-way mirrors.  There were telephones and stacks of numbered albums on coffee tables; some left open with nude pictures of slaves on one side and an opposite printed page, obviously with that slave’s vital statistics. She was wondering how many of the pictures taken in her photo-shot were included.

At a desk a clerk slave in red shorts wrote her ID under the room number on a black board. Her owner then signed a form with her number on it. The clerk then kissed the client warmly and thanked him for buying a slave; expressing then her sincere wish before kissing him again: that he would be totally satisfied and return in the future to purchase another slave. She was then led to his door; where the guard handed him the keys for her chain locks and left.

Once inside a sweet and very pretty Oriental woman in her mid thirties wearing a robe, grasped her neck chain. Her sweet personality made her feel better as she focused on having sex with her husband. The man who had picked her out, probably fifty-five or older sat down on an easy chair near the bed. The woman unlocked her ball and chain and then spoke softly in poor English.

“Stand here, show body,” she posed like she had on the stage turning exposing every angle of her body while doing a slow bump and grind for maybe ten minutes until he snapped an order to his wife.

“Come close master for touch, you must like him touch only little scared.” she pulled her by the neck chain until she stood between his knees. He sat up and began to fondle her body, sometimes grasping and pinching. She trembled and gasped and then began breathing deeply while moaning. Surprisingly she actually enjoyed his groping hands. The woman touched her back gently at one point prodding her to bend over while he fondled and sucked her breasts.

Soon he snapped another order to his wife or mistress, who prodded her to turn so he could fondle her ass and thighs. She was then prodded to touch the floor and spread her feet, while he just sat there watching her crotch, occasionally fingering and pulling on her inner labia, squeezing her clit and fingering her rose. She squealed with pleasure each time, astonished that she wasn’t acting. Another order after a few minutes and she was pulled by the neck chain to the bed.

“Lie bed slave, spread legs, feel titty and vagina, look master with love.” She quickly obeyed while he watched her with a commanding facial expression as she spread her thighs, fingering herself and groped her tits. “Look smiling at master, you afraid a little but love him much.” She smiled and not feeling afraid while she tried to tremble. He soon snapped another order while pointing at the wall. “Master not joyful, turn stomach,” she picked up a riding crop hanging on the wall and gave her ass five fairly hard lashed. She shrieked in pain and on his orders got five more. “Turn again thank you and love master very many, play with vagina and titty, tell master you very hot feel.”

“Oh thanks you master for beating my ass, I love you very much,” strangely she somehow meant it and wondered if she sounded sincere but since he did not speak her language maybe he was satisfied.

He stood up and the woman removed his clothes and began to play with his penis getting it hard.

“Ask master love you with penis, very hot to love master.

“Please master I love you very much I really do, please make love to me.” She held out her arms, spreading her legs invitingly while smiling desperately. He got on the bed and plunked down hard on top of her sucking on her tits.”

“Must make sound good feeling you love like master or get lash on big bum.” She landed a light one on her thigh for emphasis. She began to moan twisting her body in anticipation of his cock. He suddenly penetrated her and began fucking while fondling and sucking her tits. Tell master him love good.”

“Oh master I love you please love me, oh you do it so well; I’m so hot please love me, please.”

“Him old, not moves fast long, you move big bum, keep say love.” She kept telling him that she loved him, switching the image in her minds eyes to the pit and then to her imaginary prince but it wasn’t necessary she truly enjoyed this small but muscular man’s cock in her cunt. She began to rock her pelvis wildly giving him a bucking horse ride while moaning her love for him and clutching his body with her arms and legs. He started to grunt in short regular bursts while she timed her movement accordingly, until a loud extended groan told her that she had satisfied her first client. He rolled off her body exhausted.

“You say thank you, honorable master give very good loving to you.”

“Oh my honorable master that was the best love I ever had, I love serving my master.” He was soon snoring. As she reflected on what she’d just said. How could this be; the man had bought her for the night and she had actually loved him for it?

“Him sleep now, come we do lesbo love now. First I do crop on big white bum, punish you sex husband mine; then lick pussy both after you make massage. You say love very much for me. I like young big white sex slave, have soft body.” She moved to the second bed on her stomach and received five fairly hard strokes with the crop. The woman then caressed and kissed her ass gently for a while quietly humming a tune her language, almost as if she was sorry for beating her. “You kiss I now and thank for spank.”

“Thank you madam for beating me I love you very much, may I massage your body now?” The woman stretched out on her stomach and she proceeded to massage every part of her, while she woman continued to hum. She continued to tell her she loved her with every part of the body she touched. When she turned over her eyes were glazed, looking at her as if she was actually in love. She spread her thighs as her hands got there in the end and then suddenly threw her arms around One- eighty-six, kissing her in an amateurish fashion.” She returned the kiss, actually teaching the woman how. She responded, surprised for a moment when a tongue entered her mouth. She returned her tongue gingerly at first, then encouraged by One-eight-six’s passionate moans, entered into a duel of the tongues.

“Oh I love young body and hands and kiss on mouth western style, we lick pussy now.” She whispered the words breathlessly and then crawled on top in the opposite direction, face down in her bush. It soon became obvious to One-eight-six her that this woman was a lesbian virgin. Her mouth barely touched her vagina, with her tongue sort of picking at her vulva but she began to copy what was happening in her own vagina. She was a now a teacher, licking and kissing and at first getting a minimal response from a student almost twice her age. As the woman began to moan louder from an experienced tongue, her own tongue attempted to duplicated every detail, sucking on the clitoris nipping on the inner lips and eventually penetrated her vagina as she moaned with a prolonged climax. She then turned around, snuggling into her slaves arms, burying her face in the huge breasts of her first lesbian lover. She returned her love, hugging her warmly, feeling totally satisfied herself.  

The husband woke her during the night with the riding crop. For a moment she forgot where she was but soon remembered and turned on the stomach obediently raising and presenting her ass to the crop. She got five hard lashes and was then with sign language commanded to lick his body starting with the feet. She gave him a complete tongue bath ending near his cock; she then proceeded to give him a blow job, resulting in ejaculation after maybe twenty minutes. She swallowed his semen greedily while looking into his eyes demurely. He then turned over and went back to sleep. 

The guard arrived in the morning taking her away while her clients were still sleeping.” She was taken to a clinic and given a douche. Her body was checked for bruises and recorded as twenty medium stripes, class two damage.

Next she was led to a room full of small desks with many other slaves filling out forms. The guard explained that she had to fill out the form listing every sex act and the success of each during the night. Also the number of lashes received. The date and her number had been printed on top of the page. She was told to keep in mind that the clients were also asked to submit a report and that they would be compared. When finished she was led to her cell block

Later after lunch her cell block neighbor spoke with her again.

“Well how was your first client?

That was really strange despite about twenty lashes; I enjoyed him and his wife, like they were my lovers in the free world. I’m a sex slave forced to perform with anyone who chooses me but I didn’t have to imagine a dreamy prince or think about the beast or the pit; so why did I enjoy it, am I crazy?”

“You’re not crazy though definitely a nymph’ it took me months to get to that point I still use my imagination sometimes.”

“I felt pretty bad in the lineup with all those free people ogling me, especially when that eerie music came on. That’s when I thought, why doesn’t somebody expose this place?”

“The music is designed to depress you it’s a physiological trick. As far as exposing this place; the rich don’t’ kiss and tell; they have too much to loose. This place is perfect for living out their fantasies. Only the stupid poor would expose it, hoping to gain something, money mostly, not justice. There are no minors here; that would blow the cover even with the rich. Also slavery is illegal by law but not in the human spirit. Many poor countries operate shadowy slave markets and I’m sure some of the slaves here were bought outright not abducted like us; my pimp probably sold me for cash. Haven’t you ever thought it would be more convenient to buy and sells young studs rather than looking for one night stands on the bar circuit or indeed a relationship.”

“Your right there but…but where are we in the world?”

“No one here knows.”

“You mean none of the slaves know?”

“Of course not, we’re all drugged and abducted and kept unconscious until waking up stark naked in the pit. Private jets can fly half way around the world in half a day.  We’re deep underground somewhere probably below a five star hotel in the tropics. I don’t think the warden or the madam even knows. ”

“Why how?

“The rumor is that he is a former prize fighter from somewhere in South America who got life in jail for multiple rapes and murder. He was supposed to have been killed in prison but was somehow smuggled out and brought here by whatever syndicate owns this place. You know he’s as cruel as he’s horny but he’s also sharp as a tack, running this place with the efficiency of an assembly line. He has us trained, severely disciplined, exercised, washed, feed and delivered to the clients with all the precision of a finely tuned swizz watch. The madam also had some brush with the law and was brought here as a sex slave working her way up.”

“So one of us could take her place someday?”

“Not likely she isn’t that old but we will certainly become guards or instructors when we’re too old for the lineup, you know when the youthful glow fades.”

“They certainly know how to coerce us into submission. So no one here will ever see daylight again?”

“Not for real but every week or so we’re packed like sardines into a room with a movable roof; lying there squeezed together turning over when ordered, to get sun for half an hour. Without sun you get sick so it’s not sunbathing for your pleasure just a medical precaution. All you can see however is clear sky above and you don’t’ want to look because you’ll go blind. 

“Why the constant bondage, there’s no escaping this place so we’re not going anywhere. We know we’re sex slaves so why drag this ball and chain wearing these neck wrist and ankle braces.”

“Well for the clients it’s the fantasy of owning and totally dominating a human being. Treating another human as personal property is a huge turn on for some. That’s the main reason for the success of this place.”

“But what about us, it doesn’t make sense. I mean we’re only with the client over night, the rest of the time we’re still in bondage.”

“Um…what to say? I suppose it’s physiological, by keeping us in bondage twenty-four-seven they never let us forget we’re slaves. We carry this ball around, we sleep chained to it, take it to the bathroom, hose cleanings and classes, all except when wrestling or swimming in the pool and there it’s replaced by a long leash. Other than that only the client can remove it. I think it actually helps us to cope with our slave status. If we were only chained when being displayed and or serving the clients and then allowed to dress for the remainder of our time, we might resent the clients using us. It would be like going to work like a whore.

“Another way of looking at clothing is convenience for the supervisors; any one of them can hold us after class for their personal sexual gratification. Since we’re always naked they can pick and choose whatever body they prefer from the class without the bother of having us disrobe. So we’re sex slaves full time; available to clients in the evening or for the staff at any other hour day or night.

“I have been banged in the dentist chair while waiting for the freezing to take effect and by the doctor on the examination table with my feet in the stirrups. All they have to do is fill out a report that we sign and forward it to the mistress. Don’t forget every sex act has to be performed with extreme passion or even fanatical enthusiasm or you can suffer severe consequences from the lash or the pit. As a matter of fact they probably get a more honest evaluation of our sexual performance from the staff I’m rambling again, sorry.”

“No go on I’m listening.”

“OK then, this way we serve, twenty-four-seven, our time away from the clients is just used to hone our skills and prepare our bodies to serve them and just as importantly the staff. We don’t have jobs we’re just sex slaves and nothing else. We have no family, no home and no nationality.

We’re merchandise; the syndicate leases our bodies for profit. We’re giving no choice so we accept our lot in life. I know after three years here I rarely think about my previous life as a free woman and of course I’m not allowed to. Our days are full since they keep us busy training, meditating or fucking. I don’t really think about being a real person anymore, only about performing as expected so I won’t get my backside striped too often or spending time in the pits. Even when I’m lashed to tears, I don’t think of it being abused of my rights any more. I deserved it because of a mistake or I didn’t try hard enough. Then I concentrate on the mistake and work that much harder in order to avoid being lashed again or visit the rats and snakes.”

She turned showing her striped multicolored cheeks and thighs “The madam had me lashed today because a client complained about my performance. I failed the syndicate and I got penalized. It’s like getting a C-minus in school you deserve it because you failed to do your homework. While I got thirty lashes kissing and caressing the madam, I realized where I made the mistake. I will pay more attention and ask more questions in classes. I will try twice as hard with my next client and maybe get an A. You know, it’s been two months since the last time I tasted the madam’s riding crop other than some clients, but that’s for their pleasure, not because you’ve made a mistake. I find though that after a couple of months I get inattentive and the madam’s crop or a night with the Warden sharpens my desire to give the clients what they’re paying for; that is: my optimum performance. I suppose the syndicate knows what they’re doing at least with me. OK…I’m rambling again right?

One eight six rolled over on her back and smiled at the cell mate. “No you’re not rambling; you’ve given me a lot to think about.” She stared at the ceiling, spreading and raising her arms and legs. “Come one, come all.” She lowered her feet back to the mattress as she spoke, raising her ass high opening her thighs wide while finger spreading her inner labia. “Come on right in…my cunt is open all hours to anyone on the planet and I do it for nothing.” She chuckled with her words along with some of her cell mates.

“Don’t forget your anus and your mouth; they’re part of the package.”

She flopped down on the mattress closing her eyes wiping a sudden tear. For a moment she had felt amused with her fate, then she choked and a few tears wetted her eyes. “That’s right every atom in my body belongs to the syndicate, nothing in it is mine.”

“It’s much worse than that honey your thoughts and dreams belong to the syndicate as well.”

She wiped her tears, “you mean when you wake from a dream it’s about sex?”

“After a couple of months here yes. I wake sometimes panting or moaning with my thighs spread, rocking my pelvis; imagining a penis banging me and at times I even climax.”

“I think most of us do,” another cell mate added sighing audibly.

“Why am I laughing and crying in the same breath?”

“Don’t worry honey, we’ve all been there; emotional turmoil probably helps us preserve a measure of sanity.”

A chorus of nearby cell mates joined in a long wistful, “Amen.”  No one spoke for a while until the silence was broken by a guard calling out numbers for classes.

Her first class was erotic massage training. An experienced slave massaged her, after which she attempted to return the favor. An instructor watched her carefully making comments and corrections.

When done she was taken to the female supervisors quarters to practice on her for a few minutes before satisfying her orally. The supervisor did not return the love making but ejaculated three times, promising her a good report.

The next class was an hour of swimming. The ball and chain was removed after first being replaced with a ten foot leash attached to an overhead cable running the length of the pool. There were ten such cables and they were free to swim and rest when they felt like it at the shallow end. She was a fairly good swimmer and loved the workout with hardly any stops.

After the swim, the guard brought her into the pool supervisor’s office with two other females. He ordered all three to pose for him for a few minutes and then got up necking with each of them, demanding a passionate response. Sitting down again he ordered One-Eight-Six on her knees to fondle his genitals while the other two females were ordered to put on a passionate lesbian sex act for his visual pleasure. After he got semi hard he ordered her to swallow his cock but not to blow yet while he enjoyed the show on the mat. She took in as much as she could, breathing through her nose for maybe ten minutes before he got hard. He finally grasped and jerked her head.

She looked up at him sucking and blowing vigorously while fondling his balls but his eyes were on the two females who groaned passionately, slurping noisily on each others cunts while they rolled around on the mat slapping each others ass cheeks very hard. She watched the cat fight occasionally out of the corner of her eye and realized that their performance was a show to satisfy a mans lust, not the way caring lesbians made love. He finally blew his load in her mouth, groaning loudly as she exaggerated the sounds of sucking and slurping his semen down her throat for his pleasure.

She was returned to her cell block a little later than most of her cell mates. Everyone would have known why she was late but surprisingly no one paid any attention to her except her friend.

“So what did you do, blow him or put on a show? Her friend smiled knowingly as she spoke.

“I blew him, how did you know?’

“No one is ever late after any class unless providing pleasure for a supervisor. The pool has six one hour classes a day and two or three times students are held over. He always takes three, I’ve been there many times either blowing or performing aggressive almost violent lesbian sex, it’s more like a wrestling match rather than lovemaking. He always has a new slave blowing him so the next time she’ll know what kind of performance he expects on the mat. You haven’t been to a wrestling class yet; part of that class is very much what you’ve seen today.”

“Wrestling, I’ve never done that; I’m a lover not a fighter.”

“You will be what ever the syndicate demands; you know that by now, don’t you?” She nodded sighing deeply.

They went through the regular cleanup and meditation session and waited for the guards to appear calling out slave numbers for the evening lineup and various other sex sessions.

To be continued

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21st Century Subterranean Slavery Part V

A guard appeared calling out: “One-eight-Six and Thirty-seven, let’s go move it!” She got up; moving out in the hall where neck chains were connected and wondered what was in store for them. They marched through several hallways and then entered a small room. The guard signed their log cards, handing them to another guard and left. The ball and neck chains were removed and short chains were connected between their ankles and the wrists behind their backs, making it difficult to walk.

They were then led into a very strange room. It was like a movies set from the eighteenth century with a back drop of period house with seating for maybe twenty-five people facing a small outdoor stage. They were led to one side of the room along with about twenty other slaves of various racial backgrounds including two males, one of them black she’d met before, three midgets and two lady boys. Their neck chains were now interconnected.

“This is an eighteenth century slave market.” The guard addressing them wore a period costume and as usual carried a riding crop. You will each be auctioned off to the highest bidder. When the clients arrive there will be a short time when at least some of them will do hands on inspections. You will act scared and confused and cry or pretend to cry. You will shrink from the first groping by each client; then if that client complains, I will apply the riding crop to your ass. You may cry out in pain then or spit at me or the client and get another lash, use your own judgment Clients who attends these auctions likes to be taken back to the days when slavery was legal on the outside and will bid higher for a slave who can make that fantasy come true. Keep in mind that even though the auction money is not real the client is charged a accrued percentage on top of his regular bill based on his winning bid. As always it is your obligation on the pain of lashes or time in the pit to maximize the profits of the syndicate.” They were then packed like sardines into a small very hot room to wait.

After about half an hour with sweat pouring off their bodies and gasping for air, they were led back in and lined up near one wall. The clients were in their seats waiting and some began physical inspections. A short older Asian male headed straight for her and began to grope her tits. She gasped and shrank back, turning away.

“Guard…this slave has insulted me,” he shouted in anger.” She got one hard lash making her cry out loud, she then winced and shrank back again when he fingered her cunt. “Guard this is an outrage, this chattel; a lowly semi human is defying me… a respectable citizen!” He had become even louder as he stared at her furiously. She got three hard lashes making real tears flow, crying pathetically while looking at him with her best ‘innocent hurt’ face as if begging for mercy. She cried as he groped her again without wincing but shaking with fear, tears rolling of her cheeks. He stood back straight as a die and gave her an ‘I’m your master look’ and then marched off taking a seat. She knew he was a bidder. Several more clients groped her with similar results bringing her total lashes to twelve. She was the tenth item to be led up on the stage chained to the black male slave, the guard prodding their asses with the riding crop. She hung her head and continued to weep not looking at the crowd as the auctioneer started.

“Look at the crowd slaves, let them see what they are bidding on.” The guard whacked her ass and she shyly scanned the room and then hung her head again.

The auctioneer started with her: Gentlemen, this former free person, is being sold into slavery by her seventy year old husband in accordance with the law due to a sexual indiscretion with a common stable boy. There were general sounds of disgust and head shaking from the audience. “Yes ladies and gentlemen this common born wench was lucky enough in life to be selected by a high born gentleman for holy matrimony at eighteen. She threw it all away with the colored boy next to her.”

“Let’s string him up, someone yelled.”

“Well sir, he was already given the choice between the noose and a lifetime in slavery. His future owner has of course the legal right to dispose of him if so desired.”

By the law of the land this female can never be freed. There is no reserve on this shapely and full figured item; bidding will start at ten grand. Do I have an offer? She was sold for thirty five thousand after twelve bids, to the Asian client who had groped her first. She was left standing until the black slave was sold. They were then taken to the opposite wall with the other auctioned slaves to wait until the sale was over. 

She was amazed by the reality of the auction; it was like one of those murder mystery nights with audience participation.

The auctioneer had a story like hers for every slave and the audience would boo; make cat calls showing total disgust for the petty crimes most of them had been sentenced for. Some were thieves having stolen an item of food to save a starving sister or sick grandparent. Some had been free servants who had dared to deny a master his privileged right to sexual intercourse with a household employee. Others were booty from slave raids in fictitious countries.

Her owner had also won a black midget who was auctioned off for steeling a loaf of bread for her starving mother and he now signed some papers for his purchases. A guard escorted them to his room and handed over the keys for the chains.

His wife was in the room and got up bowing to her husband and then smiling apologetically at the slaves. She led them to the bathroom for a quick shower. After drying she brought them to her husband. He demanded to be undressed immediately and ordered one-eight-six down on her knees slapping her face a few times before ramming his cock in her mouth. He then slapped the midgets face before switching his cock to her full lips. They took turns sucking him for a while.

His wife then ordered One-eight-six to lie on the floor with the midget on top. He fucked the midget missionary style using One-eight-six as a mattress. Ejaculating quickly he made them both suck his cock clean.

Next he ordered her to stand and pick up the midget who embrace her neck and hung on her body after he ordered one-eight-six to place her hands on top of her head. They each got six lashes in alternating order as he groped and admired his handy work for a minute or more between each stroke.

Next they were ordered to stand by a wall with hands on top of their heads as he drank and talked to his wife, kneeling besides him, while he watched their tears flow with a smiling contented expression on his face. After about half an hour he made them perform lesbian sex for his viewing pleasure.” One-eight-six despite the pain couldn’t believe her luck; this was the same midget the Warden had used as a mattress under her ass while fucking her. She loved her shapely little body and climaxed three times while in seventh heaven as they took turns snacking on each others cunts.

He then stopped them and lashed them three more times using the same method with the midget hanging as before. Then he ordered one-eight-six to kneel and the midget stand in front of his chair while he watched their tears flowing, smiling with a proud arrogant expression. When the tears stopped he said something in his language to his wife. She got up and carefully kissed their tears away, smiling sweetly with the troubled expression of a mother caring for her crying youngsters after scraping their knees. She held each face with both hands, kissing their cheeks better, then after bowing to them, poured her husband another drink and bowed deeply to him before kneeling next to him with down cast eyes. He fucked them both after that about an hour apart and then went to sleep on the bed with the midget half way under him.

After he fell to sleep the wife removed One-eight-six’s chains and led her into the bathroom. She motioned for her to run a bath and then undress her. She soaked for a while and then pointed at the soap and rubbed her body. She soaped the woman and then dried her, after which she said, massage with a quizzical expression. They got on the second bed and she did her best to massage the woman which seemed to make her happy. She smiled up at her with that same madly in love expression of her first client’s wife, maintaining intermittent eye contact as her entire body was groped, kissed and massaged. Her eyes closed when fingers neared her small dome shaped breasts uttering quiet gasps as gentle fingers caressed the nipples which soon hardened to raspberries. She opened her eyes again parting her lips and whispered something in her language while looking down at her nipples and then up again puckering her lips making a kissing motion. One-eight-six bent down and kissed a nipple while fingering the other. The woman gasped and moaned as her now hardened and extremely sensitive nipples were alternately sucked. She slowly began rocking and lifting her pelvis as if her vagina was calling for attention.

One-eight-six made eye contact again while her fingers covered her client’s vulva. Her eyes were half closed as her lips parted in prolonged passionate moans. She gasped as a finger split her inner labia and gently traced the length reaching and rotating on her tiny clit.

She watched her clients face and received the most adoringly sweet: I love you expression while her breathing became deeper and irregular. The woman then raised her hand to One-eight-six’s face, stroking her lips letting a finger slip inside her mouth while looking down toward her crotch. Words couldn’t have said it better she wanted to be loved physically as well as emotionally. She had never experienced a moment like this either as a slave or before her abduction. She kissed her warmly before moving into position between the slender but shapely woman’s eagerly spreading thighs. She felt a strange impossible deep soul-mate love for her. The woman closed her eyes and turned her head shyly when a tongue met her vagina. This woman probably a natural lesbian trapped in a heterosexual marriage where she properly did not belong; and one-eight-six a sex slave who would never be allowed a permanent loving relation ship with anyone. For the moment they were both fulfilled as a gentle experienced tongue triggered climax after climax in her client while One-eight-six nearly climaxed herself from the sheer pleasure of satisfying this highly emotional and lovingly sweet woman.

After a few minutes her client pointed at the covers indicating she wanted to be tucked in. She covered her and kissed her lips; the woman uttered a quiet thank you and pointed at the floor before closing her eyes.

She crawled out off the bed and curled up on the carpet trying to get some sleep. It was probably a couple of hours before the riding crop woke her. She instantly recognized her situation and got to her knees kissing his feet. He then prodded her to get up and pointed at the bed where the midget was lying on her back, holding her own face in her hands. He motioned for her to lie on top of her in the opposite direction and then prodded her with the riding crop until the midgets lips were between her spread thighs even with her vagina. He ordered with sign language for her to lick One-eight-six’s cunt while whacking her ass five times and then crashed on top of them. She raised her ass away from the midget’s mouth and eager tongue to ease penetration.

She heard the midget sucking his cock while probably fondling his balls. It wasn’t long before she could feel her hands guiding his cock to her orifice. He penetrated her fully and held it there while she encouraged him by churned her ass, working her orifice moaning with pleasure. She could hear the midget slurping on his balls until he began to move ever so slowly. He soon increased his movements and she imagined the midget’s face and probably stretched out tongue being slapped by his sack. They both moaned as their client fucked one while being orally stimulated by the other. He finally groaned his climax, filling her cunt with his cream and then just rested fully inserted on top of the two of them catching his breath while enjoying his climax. They both moaned quietly, One-eight six rotating her ass slightly while the midget nuzzled his balls.

He rolled off them after while pushing One-eight-six aside, motioning for her to cup her cunt with a hand and then eyed the midget pointing at his cock. She sucked noisily, deftly draining the last few drops. One-eight-six knew exactly why she was made to cup her vagina and as soon as the midget was ordered flat on her back again with her mouth wide open she positioned her cunt on her thick full lips and removed her hand. She felt her inner labia being spread, then two little thumbs prying her orifice open and then an eager tongue entering sucking hard draining her vaginal canal of semen and cunt juice.

He watched closely making eye contact with the midget and then pointed at One-eight-six’s mouth. Nothing had to be said and as soon as she finished sucking, holding as much as she could in her mouth, One-eight-six was quickly on her back with her mouth wide open as her partner crawled on top of her and from an inch away drained a mouthful mixture of cunt juice, saliva and semen. She slurped and moaned with pleasure while maintaining eye contact with her client. He then pointed at her mouth sticking out his tongue and they French kissed noisily sucking hungrily on each others lips and tongues while noisily exchanging bodily fluids.

She then noticed him closing his eyes and without further orders they maintained mouth and tongue contact until he began to snore. The midget broke contact and bit her ear teasingly.

“I loved that and I love you.”

One-eight-six whispered back in her ear, “I love you too and I have since I crushed your beautiful black body while being screwed by the warden. It’s a cruel world isn’t it?” She squeezed her curvaceous and soft little body, clutching her bubble ass as her neck was being sucked and kissed.

“Let’s go to the bathroom I’m really horny and I want to be orally serviced by the woman I love.”

“What if we get caught?”

“They’re both out cold and we are allowed to pee and wash up aren’t wee?” They carefully moved off the bed and entered the bathroom. The midget put down the seat and One-eight-six lifted her up; she leaned back spreading her thick thighs exposing her shaven vulva. One-eight-six quickly knelt and dove in licking her delicious cunt, clutching her ass cheeks, bringing her to a climax three times.

She picked her up and sat down placing her black lover on her lap. They hugged and kissed warmly.

“How do you feel being displayed in the lineup every night?”

“I’m rarely there sweetie.”

“How do you get to the clients then?”

“The photo shoot, they pick me out of the album.”

“But…I’m in an album too.”

“Yes but I’m not only naked in the album. I’m shown as a baby in diapers sucking a soother; also dressed like youngsters at various ages playing with dolls and stuff. The syndicate is caching in on my baby face.”

“Ouch…that’s really weird.

“Yes but on top of that, it’s insulting; I am an adult woman. As far as acting out being a baby or a youngster of whatever age and submitting to whatever they do to me; I’ve gotten used to that. They’re all very nice and loving clients, no riding crops other than erotic groping hand spankings when I’m naughty; everyone loves my bubble butt. Some of them undress, bathe and then dress me again, treating me like a doll or watch me doing it.”

“Dress you with what?”

“There are five of us midgets in this program. We each have a special client room equipped with closets stocked with clothing our size including underwear; you know the frilly lace kinds. There are dolls to play and all kinds of toys. There is a baby crib and diapers, baby bathtub and feeding bottles for those who are turned on by that kind of thing.

“The client can pick out whatever he wants me to wear. I was trained after my deflowering and three days with the monster and the madam, for one month by the super of our little department before serving my first client. I think it’s like going to acting school.”

One eight six fondled her perky black breast. “I don’t get it you acting a youngster with these beautiful tits.”

“They have flesh colored bands with two opening for my nipples flattening my breast. They come with various sized opening depending on what stage of maturity they fancy.”

“That is incredible and more than a little bizarre.”

“Yes it is, but whenever I have any qualms I visualize the pits, the madams riding crop and the beast; so I’ll move heaven and earth to fulfill my clients every sexual fantasy, no matter what.”

“So after these men play dress up with you or whatever do they fuck you?”

“Every client is different. Some take me to bed and fuck me like a woman. Others masturbate while fondling me or watching me dress or undress, some fit it between my thighs from the back or the front and ejaculate that way.

Many perform oral sex on me or want me to do it to them. In both cases I act like it’s my first time and pretend I don’t want to do it. They try all kind things depending on the age I’m supposed to be, like promising candy or certain toys as a reward. Sometimes when I’m a teen they’ll spank me very lightly, then caressing and sometimes kissing my ass cheeks while I cry, promising to be good. Then of course in the case of them licking my pussy I eventually have a loud climax and ask them what happened to me. My super teaches us that it bolsters the male ego to satisfy a female.

“With the blow jobs, eventually after much bribing, including gentle instructions I magically become an experienced fellatio artist. Again the super teaches us that at some point the client’s fantasy ends and the reality of ejaculation begins; we much learn to determine that point.

“I don’t swallow unless persuaded, usually by him scraping some with a finger and touching it to my lips. I always make a face at first but after a few more tries I open wide, licking my lips pretending that it’s delicious. Then I eagerly suck his finger and sometimes his cock; slurping as much as I can while smiling appreciatively.

“Midgets are a big turn on for many regular sized men; we drive them wild. I’ve had many clients ejaculate one way or another up to ten times during a session. Some jerk off while hugging and kissing me as soon as I enter the room; usually dressed in very short frilly nightgown, lace panties, lace ankle socks, cute slippers and a flower in my hair”

“You mean men play with midgets dressing and undressing them like dolls. I can’t believe that.”

“You learn a lot about the true nature of at least some men when you’re a midget. They are very caring though; most want me to call them uncle. Many times they just want you on their laps for a long time, hugging, kissing and snuggling them while they fondle you; like we’re doing now. I have fallen to sleep in the arms of many clients that way, before being gently awakened and undressed or partly undressed for actual sex.”

“I still don’t get it; you’re an amply developed woman and incredibly curvaceous, nothing like a youngster at all.  

“It doesn’t matter, I’m three foot-seven inches, cute as a button and some men imagine me at a certain age and it’s my responsibility as a sex slave to bring that fantasy to life.”

 

“Some women are crazy about midgets too.” She kissed her passionately. “Have you ever been punished by the Madam for not performing properly?”

“Never in my nine months here. That horrible pit and the beast absolutely terrify me; I pay strict attention to my super’s tutoring and do exactly what he and any client demands. No one has ever complained about my obedience and absolute willingness to please.”

“Does the super fuck you as well?”

“Yes, usually one or two of us daily. He treats us like women when making love to us though; no weird stuff. He uses many different positions and includes oral sex almost every time. It’s part of our training and if he’s loving me for instance the other midgets are always there to watch and learn. When I say making love to us, that’s exactly what he does. After such a session we’re encouraged to ask question and discuss the motives or advantages of the many different ways of doing it.

“He takes the clients role when teaching us how to please them but then he doesn’t ejaculate.

“There is an assistant female who looks after our bathroom needs…hair and so on; there is a complete bathroom there. He picks one of us to have lesbian sex with her daily, which everyone also watches.

“He also lends us out to other supers at regular intervals; I think it is a compulsory exchange program ordered by the beast. It includes him of course, the madam, the doctor and the dentist. You know everybody gets a piece of us.”

“It’s the same for the rest of us.”

“The five of us, actually six right now are kept separately in a special cell block. The sixth is a doll faced Asian Indian midget, right out of the pits and her three days with the beast and madam. She’s still in shock; while being trained to replace a three year veteran.”

“What do you mean veteran?”

“She’s an African midget who’s been here three years and is loosing that sweet baby faced look. So, she’ll soon be moved to the regular midget cell block. She’s happy however; she’ll be treated like an adult from then on.”

“Yes but then she’ll be subjected to client beatings like we were tonight.”

“That’s true but a few lashes and some tears are better than being treated like something you’re not. We’re adults and I would gladly accept regular lashes to get out of my present situation.

“Anyway that’s how we’re trained; we don’t leave our cell block except for swimming and sunbaths; even the female wrestling super comes to our cell block. Our super teaches us all we need to know about sex and acting a certain age, how to dress, undress and look shy or scared; how to act when told to or being undressed shyly covering oneself or crying with shame or being eager and willing. There no end to the training scenarios, we practice constantly every day. Another difference is that we’re never chained, wear any restraints and were not marked.”

“But you have one-four-eight on your thigh?”

It is some kind of temporary ink and will be washed off in the morning.

“So you’re chained and numbered only when in an auction?”

“I’m being prepared for the day when I lose my cute glow. I’ve even been in the lineup a few times lately, so I know about restraints, carrying that iron ball and being referred to by number.”

“Do you have a meditation hour before serving your clients like we do?”

“Yes it’s almost like hypnosis isn’t it? It seems to transport me from reality to a make believe world. I usually feel like a fairytale princess before entering the room. The super tells us that it lends an air of mystique and graceful obedience to our presence when we enter the room and face the client.

He has taught us to enter and stand there, breathing deeply, head cocked a bit making eye contact, with one finger in the corner of your mouth while absently minded lifting the hem of the nightie revealing a bit of pantie.”

“So you feel bad about being treated like a youngster?”

“All midgets do in the outside world too, people think you’re cute and pat you on the head and stuff. That infuriates most midgets or little people as you’re supposed to say.

“I’m sorry but I actually think midget is a sexy term and that…you are cute…does that make you angry?”

“You’re my lover, so midget is a term of endearment.” She kissed her warmly.

“So until you lose that glow you’re stuck where you are.”

“Like any of us, what choice do I have, other than the devils hole with its rats and snakes? My initial nine days was enough; I was terrified out of my wits, totally horrified and obeyed all orders slavishly when released.

I was raised in a strict religious and protective family in the Caribbean. We read from the bible, praying at every meal and other times too. Sex was never discussed; not that it was taboo, I just had no knowledge or curiosity about it what so ever. Masturbation or playing with your self was a concepts totally outside of my personal experience. I arrived here with the mindset of a fourteen year old.”

“How is your mindset now?”

“My experience here has probably added nine years to my life mentally. I didn’t tell you but I also arrived here as a virgin.”

“Well based on your story, I thought as much. So the beast performed the honors?”

“No, once the doctor discovered my hymen was intact I was auctioned off as a virgin the very next day, in the same room we were sold in tonight. The auctioneer described my status as a virgin in graphic detail. I was even displayed on a table with my legs spread by guards while another spread my labia and orifice so each auction bidder could inspect my hymen. I was shaking and crying hysterically through the whole thing; I’d never been so humiliated or terrified. I don’t know what the winner actually paid on his bill but the last bid was over a million. He was kind though and took several hours of gentle foreplay and even let me watch a movie first but oh did it hurt when he penetrated me, I thought I was going to die.”

“So when did you serve the beast?”

“I was actually introduced to the madam first. She told me right off that any hesitation or complaint about what she was going to do to me would mean two weeks in the pit. She proceeded to introduce me to mutual oral sex, which I found disgusting and unnatural but it didn’t hurt and after the shock wore off I accepted that two women licking each other was just part of a sex slave’s fate. She made me do it several times during the night and I actually experienced a strange feeling the second time which she explained to me was known as a climax.

“So you had the first climax in your life with a woman?”

“Yes but the next night the warden appeared in the room naked. I screamed hysterically shaking and crying, thinking he was a nightmare from hell. He just sat down in a chair and watched me with as sadistic smirk on his ugly face. Then he ordered me to stand and turn to display my body. He told me that I was to love him passionately during the night and if I didn’t conform, I would go to the pit and that there would be rats and snakes in this one. He also told me that I had to learn how to suck his cock and swallow the cream and that I would be buggered some time during the night. I had no idea what buggering was.

“Next he grasped me fondling my body everywhere and then lifted me on his lap. I felt his cock rise between my thighs as he began to kiss me. The madam had taught me to French kiss so when I felt his tongue probing my lips I opened my mouth responding in kind. By this time I was shaking all over in a trance-like state, trapped in a horrifying nightmare. I’d been seized by a devious beast preparing to devour me whole. I was helpless to resist this monstrous creepy creature and just blindly obeyed his every wish. He sneered that I had to hug and caress him while he continued to slobber kisses on me. I did as ordered, shivering with disgust feeling his hairy body. I had seen many men on the beach with some body hair but not like this ape.

“Then he lifted me to the floor and forced my head down in his crotch and ordered me to open my mouth and suck on it. Despite having been deflowered I had never seen a penis and I nearly threw up looking at his hairy crotch with this baggy thing hanging down. I now know his cock was semi hard and that ugly wrinkled sack covered in curly hair was his balls. I then thought about the pit and put his red knob in my mouth while I felt like my entire stomach would come up. Then I thought about the pit again and began to suck on the nauseating thing.  

“He then said to spit on it and get it very vet and suck on it again which I did. I knew what sexual intercourse was with a man by now, because I’d had it done to me when deflowered but I thought that was it and I couldn’t for the life of me comprehend why anyone would suck on it or want to have it sucked.

“Then suddenly he lifted me up and straddled my legs around his hips and I could feel his penis press into my crotch. He used one hand to fit it in the right place and then forced my body down ramming it in all the way. I screeched in pain which made him laugh sneeringly; he grasped my ass cheeks and then jerked me up and down for a while before ordering me to do it. I’m strong so I worked hard using my feet on his chair for leverage. He kept grumbling faster, faster which I did despite the pain and then suddenly he groaned with pleasure and pressed me down holding his cock inside me for a long time. He then lifted me of his penis, stood up and threw me on the bed. He jumped on top of me and just went to sleep.

“I never slept a wink that night. He woke up later, rolled off me and sat on the edge of the bed making a phone call. He snapped a number saying “right now” and hung up. A minute later a gorgeous white female blonde entered and fell to her knees in front of him kissing his feet. He then ordered her to rise on her knees and slapped her face hard four times nearly, knocking her over with each blow. What amazed me what that she returned her head after recovering, raising her chin looking at him demurely while waiting for the next blow. He then ordered me to kneel next to her and slapped me four times. I fearfully copied what she had done returning my head reluctantly each time for the next slap.

“He then sneered at the white female and pointed at his cock and then at me saying, “teach her”. She pulled me in close and we moved in between his knees. She then kissed his knob and circled her tongue around it. She moved her head back and indicated that it was my turn. I kissed it feeling disgusted again and circled my tongue around the big red knob. Next she showed me how to frig his shaft and taught me how to fondle his balls gently while sucking noisily on the knob. I tried hard to follow her instructions but found it difficult to coordinate all three functions at once. I must have taken ten minutes before getting it all together. By then he started to groan and soon exploded in my mouth choking me as I coughed most of it out, the sticky stuff draining down my chest and tits.

“She whispered in my ear, keep sucking, swallowing and slurping if you know what’s good for you. The snakes and rats flashed through my mind and I sucked and swallowed the salty stuff as if I was starving. He then sat back and watched as she fingered the spilled gobs of cum from my chest and tits, sticking them in my mouth to be sucked and swallowed. Next she licked the remainder off my skin and then sort of kissed and spat it in my mouth. I learned that night that mans sperm must never be spilled; it has to remain inside your body in one place or another. Also, that for some reason you must slurp noisily while sucking and swallowing.

“He then ordered the other slave to get a number two plug. I had no idea what he meant but soon found out. I saw her pick up a plug like object and lubricate it with something. I was then ordered to get on the bed on my forearms and knees and was shocked once again that night when she twisted it inside my anus. It hurt going in but felt fairly comfortable after a while. He then ordered the other slave out after slapping her several times. She thanked him sincerely kissed his feet and left. Then he went to sleep next to me. I never slept and kept wondering why that plug was doing in my anus.

“I certainly found out when he woke maybe a couple of hour later. First he wanted his cock sucked and I tried my best to do it like I had been shown earlier and it soon became rock hard. Then he ordered me on my hands and knees and got behind me yanking out the plug and then shocked me once again by forcing his cock inside my anus. It was extremely painful and I cried with pain while he groaned and sneered with delight, mercilessly ramming my aching bum hole. After coming he pulled it out and slapped my ass hard about five times saying “congratulations your ass cherry has been sodomized” I figured then that was the buggering he spoke of earlier”

She stopped talking and hugged her listener who stayed quiet for a minute. “The next day I was ordered into his office to watch him work beating and fucking other slaves. At meal time he sat me on his knees and made me feed him mouth to mouth. I nearly threw up several times while he groped and pinched my body sneering as he hurt me, especially my tits and ass.”

“Three holes in one night two of them new, you poor thing, I thought I was shanghaied out of society but I lived in the bar circuit for a long time with a fake ID; sex with men or women was my hobby”. I was abducted there with a date drug.” She squeezed her tiny lover tight kissing her forehead. “How did they abduct you?”

“I’m a very strong swimmer and I used to swim off the beach two or three times a week and despite my sheltered life and naive personality I was a daredevil, always out too far in the breakers. That day, three days after my eighteenth birthday I heard the shark siren go off and headed back to the beach but a sailboat crossed my path and you know how they sometimes lean over with the rail in the water, two white men hauled me in, unseen on the side away from the beach. The last thing I remember was being wrapped in a towel, crammed into a small storage locker in the cabin and then a sharp pain in my arm.”

“They drugged you, after probably watching and planning the abduction for weeks even the shark signal was probably from their boat.”

“Yes, a well executed crime; I was more than likely believed to have drowned or eaten by sharks. Then like everyone else I woke in that infernal hell hole.” She shivered and hugged One-eight-six.

“You told me you never had sex or even thought about it before you were abducted but you like it now. I can tell you’re not acting; not only that, you’re multi-orgasmic like me.”

“I don’t act as long as I’m treated like an adult. I love sex now thanks to my super’s gentle love making. After a month of his almost daily penetrations I guess my vagina stretched and the penis became pleasurable, giving me climaxes rather than pain. I’m not married so that is still a sin; worse than that I really enjoy lesbian sex which is a grave sin. But I hope that higher power will absolve me from my sins even if I enjoy sex.

“I don’t see how you could be punished for being a slave. Enjoying sex just means that the higher power provided you with nerve ending in the right places for signaling your brain’s pleasure center.

They kissed warmly and then sneaked back in the room, curling up separately on the carpet waiting for the guard.”

To be Continued

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                                            21st Century Subterranean Slavery Part VI

                                                                   By Reavan

After the guard brought them to the checkout clinic, they were inspected for bruises and then douched before filling out their reports. One-eight-six wrote down every detail in her report including the two of them being lashed with One-four-eight hanging around her neck but she of course left out the bathroom scene. One-four-eight was led away first and smiled back at her with a heartbreaking expression, reflecting the impossible future of their forbidden love affair.

During the one hour morning rest on her cell bed, she reflected on her unauthorized love making during the night. She was madly in love with the tiny woman and sensed that One-four-eight felt the same way. It was strange feeling; she had never experienced that kind of heart-wrenching love in her life and so sudden. Other than their encounter in the warden’s bedroom they were only together for a night, being ordered to perform lesbian sex for the client’s visual enjoyment. Little did he know that they truly love the act and he was not aware of their bathroom talk and love making.

Her life in high school and the bars had been about sexual gratification; scoring with the best looking partners, male or female, nothing else. She had never missed any of her lovers in the past, when the sex act was over. Was it because of her slave status now? She was getting plenty of sex but could not choose her partners; her lot was to serve any client choosing her and then performing passionately regardless of the gender, age or looks of that client.

She was aching to see her tiny soul mate but the odds of being paired up with her again were probably astronomical. Despite that, closing her eyes and thinking about her lover gave her a warm cozy feeling inside; something she’d never felt about anyone, either as a sex slave or a free woman.

Four slave numbers were called for the madams’ office; she drew a breath of relief but felt sorry for them. They would be back later either having been let off easy with twenty or thirty lashes or not return for a while; she shuddered thinking about the pit and then the beast. Her clients must have been satisfied and slept though their love fest or she would have known by now.

When her morning rest hour was up, about twenty slaves out of the cell block including her were called for a class. She never knew which class until getting there. They were led to a new area at least for her, next to the gym. The room was large with maybe twenty-five large mats on the floor. Wrestling, she thought right away; other groups came in, including midgets, lady boys and some males. She was paired with a black midget in her mid twenties and led to a mat. There she was ordered to remove her bra and the ball and chain was disconnected while an instructor explained that since she had no experience she was being paired with someone who knew the ropes. She wondered how a midget who barely reached her navel could match her six foot two. She was burlier than other midgets she’d met, with shoulders like a man and thick bulging arms and thighs. The midget taught her moves and holds for maybe half an hour, where she soon discovered how strong and experienced the midget was, finding her self thrown and pinned to the mat again and again.

A gong rang out and the entire room turned into a sexual semi-wrestling orgy, similar to what she had watched in the swimming supervisor’s quarters. She actually climaxed a couple of times despite her ass bring pounded, her tits clawed and her labia chewed. She returned the punishment in kind as they rolled around grasping and slapping but only because the midget let her, while she herself also reached at least one climax. She noticed occasionally a white female nearly her size on the next mat wrestling a slender Asian lady boy. He seemed to get the better of the much larger body several times and when the gong ran they embarked on a long and passionate sixty-nine act.

She was dead tired from wrestling but fortunately the next class was motivation. She just had to pay attention and know the subject if asked. Fortunately she wasn’t kept after class to please the Super sexually. During the noon snooze however she realized that her period was coming. She informed the cell block supervisor and was taken to another room and fitted with a pad and red shorts.

For the next four days she was assigned a variety of tasks, including the boards in the Warden’s office for two days, getting her face slapped regularly; then a day hose washing slaves and two evenings working a desk at the lower level across from the lineup board walk.

On the day she was ready to return to the line up she was brought to the madam’s office first. There was no lineup yet only the two slaves forming her living chair and a black midget not her lover.

“Not to worry my love you’re not here to be punished.” I have read your reports dating back a few days and I found one item very interesting. You were lashed with a midget hanging around you neck. I sent the report to the syndicate and they want a video and photo shoot to promote the idea in the clients lobby. You will be taken to the studio right now. Guard, take them away.”

They walked side by side behind the guard exchanging glances. The midget was a bit older and with a full hairy bush obviously not from her lovers department. She was disappointed but it made sense, her lover was usually not subjected to being lashed and they would probably be beaten hard during the shoot.

The guard left them in a room adjoining the studio. A woman dressed in the usual guards habit entered to prepare them for the shoot.

“This will be a reenactment One-eight-six of the lashing a client subjected you and another midget to, including the lesbian love making leading up to it. I will perform the lashing which will be severe since we want to see real tears. You will enter the studio for a photo shoot and then perform the lesbian act recorded by a video camera. There you will open the scene with loving foreplay. Despite your status as sex slaves the scene will be performed with same fiery passion you would do with any client or staff member. The video will include a sound track, so there will be plenty of moaning, gasping and slurping. Your screaming and crying will of course not be acting since as mentioned I will lash you severely.

She led them into the studio full of light and camera equipment.

They were ordered to stand in front of a backdrop and instructed to assume various poses for the still camera. In one the midget was ordered to embrace One-eight-six’s thigh looking up into her face with an adoring expression while arching her to back to profile her generous ass.

Next they were ordered to kneel on a mat with their hands in the praying position. A man approached explaining that he was the producer. He was actually the motivation class Super.

“When the scene starts you are looking devotedly at the camera not me. The camera will be on you and never on me. I will say action and after about thirty second I will give you the order to perform lesbian sex. You will not look at the camera during the sex act.” The hot lights were adjusted and after he said action they both gazed submissively into the camera.

“Alright sluts I want to see some lesbian foreplay.” One-eight six embraced her black midget while she threw her chubby around her neck. They kissed gently and then slowly began to caress each others bodies, both eager to love an equal, despite the knowledge that a severe beating was in the works. They slowly began to increase the passion, French kissing while moaning loudly and then taking turns fondling and loudly sucking on each others tits.

“Alright sluts enough of that I want more passion, get those bodies moving.” They obeyed knowing that men did not understand the quiet lovemaking of true lesbians. They rolled around on the mat grasping, slapping asses and slurping loudly, fingering each others tits and cunts for what seemed like five minutes.

“That’s good sluts; now eat the midget’s hairy black cunt whitey.” She knew they wanted a close up of her tongue and with her hands clutching and spreading her partner’s black ass cheeks, she arranged the midget’s body accordingly. Sure enough the heat of a light was focused and she sensed the camera near by. She worked her tongue and lips on her lover’s hairy vulva, nibbling and kissing the clit and inner labia, not forgetting to make exaggerated slurping and kissing sounds. Her lover moaned passionately grasping, kissing and fondling what ever part of whiteys body she could reach as she also climaxed several times.

“Now get that tongue to her asshole slut.” She lifted the black body a little more as the midget cooperated by lifting her pelvis while moaning and slamming her thick thighs sporadically on her lickers’ ears. They presented the camera a perfect crotch view as One-eight-six’s tongue circling the rose, moaning while her lover gasped repeatedly in orgasmic pleasure.

“Not bad so far, now I want to see the midget slut getting those thick lips into whiteys juicy cunt.” One-eight-six eagerly spread her thighs turning on her side to giving the camera the best view. She felt the hot lights almost burning her crotch. She came again and again as her lover’s tongue and lips explored her crotch. Again she sensed the camera very close recording the act.

“OK sluts that‘s enough, on your knees here.” They knelt in front of the producer, eyes on the camera lens with hands in the praying position. “That was a fine performance slut’s. Now for your reward, get up. Alright honkey bitch, pick up the black slut and have her hang around your neck. That’s it; now get your hands on top of your head.” She obeyed watching as the camera closed in on her partner’s ass.

Her midget lover screamed and trembled as her thick bubble ass was lashed hard.

Next after her ass was gently caressed One-eight-six’s ass got hers, making her scream loudly. They got five each and she was then ordered to kneel while the midget stood next to her facing the camera.

“Ah…the tears of slut bitches, there’s just no greater pleasure to watch. Go on, lick each others tears.” They obeyed licking the salty tears. “Well now…ah…there no feeling like fucking a crying slut in pain, it instills a blazing sexual passion for the slaves owner after applying the riding crop. Lie down now and spread them wide while I decided where to ram my cock first.” They smiled obediently to the camera, gasping for sex while spreading their thighs, raising their knees and rocking their pelvises as the camera zoomed in on their exposed crotches.

“Cut,” the show was over. They were taken to the outside room and told to wait. A full figure black slave and a white blonde midget were seated waiting for their turn. After about ten minutest they were brought into the studio.

“So honey how do you like being a porn star” The midget smiled up at her and shrugged her shoulders.

“I don’t think they’ll post it to the internet and they’re not going to pay us. It’s just for the clients to watch, persuading them to pay for two slaves instead of one. It was great though it’s rare to make love to an equal. It doesn’t happen very often around her but it always makes me feel good to do it with another slave. I don’t care who is watching. Who were you partner in the actual scene.”

“One-four-eight, another black midget.”

Ah I used to be in that department, she replaced me after three years of acting very, very young.

I’ll rather be treated like an adult and take the lashes.” They stole another kiss as the guard walked in.

“Aha, you two weren’t acting in there were you? Don’t worry your secret is safe with me, despite our situation here, we’re all human.” They smiled at her relieved. The tape has been reviewed and its perfect, no retakes necessary. You put on a great show but again it wasn’t an act was it?” They both shook their heads, smiling back at her and then at each other.

Two guards entered leading One-eight-six and the midget back to their respective cell blocks.

One-eight-six wondered as she caught a last glimpse the black midgets sad to depart expression as both of them pursed their lips in a pretend kiss, how many pairs would be video taped, imitating what she and her midget lover had experienced. She reasoned, since watching two females doing it was the ultimate male turn on; that segment was included to turn the clients on before the actual lashing scene.

That evening on the first night back in the lineup; she was called right away over the speakers to report to a downstairs door. A late fifties shortish gray haired male, she guessed Italian, was at the desk signing for her and she followed him to his room. He removed her chains and proved to be a passionate lover, dancing with her, caressing, fondling and French kissing continually. He was totally mesmerized and excited by her youthful full figured body, playing with it like a youngster who’d just received a new toy. Captivated by his charming attitude she returned his love smiling at him adoringly like a teenager in love with the high school quarterback.

They spent an hour of dancing foreplay before he wanted actual sex and she gave herself completely to his every wish and fantasy making him cum in a short time. Later in the night her wanted her again and she worked like the slave she was to make him ejaculate again but to no avail. She must have tried for an hour or more, massaging, frigging, sucking and kissing him but he remained limp and finally rolled over going to sleep.

She worried about it lying on her bed for the morning rest and sure enough she was one of three called to the madam’s office.

The Madam’s Office.

“Let’s see here One-eight-six,” she opened a file folder. “Your male client, Italian…sixty nine, complained he ejaculated too soon and you failed to make him cum three hour later.” She closed the file folder and stared at her with that usual adoring expression. “Well now…what was this about sweetie? Fuck him and get it over with so you could snooze for the rest of the night?”

“No Madam I just thought since he was about near seventy and wanted me on top that he would take a long time so I decided to give it all to encourage him and he came quickly. Later I tried for more than an hour to make him erect including a full body erotic massage but he just gave up and went to sleep. I failed the syndicate madam…I’m sorry. I deserve to be punished but I did admit to it in my report.”

“Hem, yes you did at least do that.” She leaned back in her fleshy chair and sweetly kissed a heavy hanger draped over her shoulder before biting it hard making the chair-back grimace. Despite the pain she then lovingly caressing her madam’s nipples while moaning I love my madam in her ear. “Have you learned nothing in motivation class?”

“I...I, yes Madam, I failed to judge my clients needs.” Her eyes went blurry as her stomach churned with the pit flashing into her minds eyes. Her mind floated off for a moment as she watched the Madam’s lips move.

“…or twenty-five lashes?” she knew from experience that she’d been given a choice of going to the pit versus twenty-five lashes as she watched her kiss and chew a nipple.

“Thank you Madam for being so lenient, please I really deserve twenty-five lashes. I love my madam and the syndicate very much and I know with every lash I’ll love my madam even more and then work harder to satisfy the syndicate.” She watched as the slave forming the back lean of the live chair lifted her down then kissing her passionately while her own tits were being clutched painfully. She then walked towards 0ne-eight-six pointing at the floor. She dropped to her knees, matching their lips embracing her madam’s thick midget figure; locking their lips in a prolonged tongue-probing kiss.

“Lift your tit and bite the nipple hard slave,” she obeyed and bit her own nipple as the Madam kissed and chewed on its side while signaling the guard behind her, who lashed the riding crop across her ass cheeks.

She gasped, jerking her pelvis into her madam’s body and then lovingly caressed her back and ass cheeks, moaning, I love you as their lips met again. She was ordered to lift her other breast as well and then hug her madam tightly who buried her face in her DD’s, kissing and chewing on them.

The madam pulled back and made eye contact while cradling each of her tits with her chubby arms. One-eight-six dug her fingers into her fatty ass cheeks, rubbing their bodies together looking at her adoringly.

“Let the guard know when to lash your ass flesh my sweet lover.”

“Please guard; lash my ass flesh, please.” She cringed and closed her eyes for a second as the shock of the lash seared into her ass flesh rocking her pelvis forward again.  She smiled lovingly into her madam’s adoring eyes through her tears.

“Oh I love my madam so much.” Unbelievably she really meant it. She thought of her midget lover but that was different, they were soul mates. She loved her madam in a reverential manner like a goddess to be feared and cherished. She smiled at her sweetly, forgetting she was being punished. The madam expression changed from adoring to curious returning her to reality.

“I’m sorry I was lost in my love for my madam, may I have five quick lashes please?” Her madam nodded at the guard and five times in succession the leather seared across her cheeks and thighs. She gasped as the pain made her tremble with each lash, while moaning her love for the madam as the tears streamed down her cheeks.

“Ah my love…you do love me don’t you?” She nodded as her madam licked and kissed the tears of her face  then kissing her lips warmly; not a passionate kiss but a soft warm sincere expression of genuine love.

She then moved her lips to one breast taking the nipple in her teeth and nodded at the guard. The lash seared into one cheek and hip as the madam bit her nipple hard. Biting the other nipple resulted in another lash. She continued in that manner for maybe ten lashes but during that time she felt the madam’s pelvis beginning to rock and twist. She moved one hand off her ass, as her thick thighs spread invitingly and then closed sporadically on her hand. The madam gasped with pleasure as a thumb caressed her clit and a finger entered her wet orifice, nodding breathlessly at the guard who swung the riding crop. One-eight-six cried and trembled with pain, yet skillfully manipulated her clit, probing the insides of her cunt while the lash struck again and again until her madam groaned her climax in her mouth and the lashes stopped.

The madam dropped her tits and grasped her face with both hands kissing her tears with that trancelike adoring expression, while One-eight-six held her tight.

“Excuse me Madam,” the guard interrupted, “that was only twenty-four lashes.” The madam kissed her warmly while still holding her face.

“It is your choice slave; do you want the last one?”

“Oh yes madam,” she whispered while their lips brushed together, “please could I have one more.” Her madam nodded at the guard as their lips locked. She heard the swish of the crop but felt nothing as it struck; only more tears flowed for the love of her madam who now seemed to be the center of her universe.

The madam returned and was lifted on to her chair of living flesh and ordered her to stay where she was. She then called another slave to the desk while reading her file. “One-two-seven you failed to make a seventy year old male cum the third time you fucked him.”

“Yes madam I’m sorry, he came the first time in about ten minutes and the second time even faster but he couldn’t do it the third time two hours later.”

“What so you mean he couldn’t do it? It wasn’t up to him to do it…slave! It was and is … your responsibility to make him cum!”

“Yes madam I’m very sorry.”

“You have no bruises so he didn’t lash you.”

“No madam he was very kind and loving; I’m so sorry.”

“Well I’m not going to send you to the pit this time but you must understand that you have failed the syndicate miserably and must be punished. How many lashes do you deserve?”

“Thirty lashes, madam please.”

“Very well let’s make it twenty; you have an excellent record up to this point. Let’s see here: eighteen months no trips to the pits other that the initial nine days. Guard hand a crop to One-eight-six. She will perform this most pleasurable loving task. Beat her ass guard every time she doesn’t put enough muscle into her voluntary and satisfying assignment.”

One-eight-six was shocked, she’d never heard of a sex slave wielding the riding crop. The girl bent her gorgeous shapely body over the desk and took the madams hands making eye contact. She took the crop from the guard and then taking a deep breath lashes the girls beautiful white ass once and instantly received a hard lash on her own ass.

“Do you know why you got that lash my sweet lover?”

“Yes madam I didn’t lash her hard enough.”

“That’s correct, except the proper expression should be you didn’t exert enough love into your effort. Now apply more passionate love to her flesh, lashing a beautiful ass is the ultimate act of love making. Don’t worry sweetie,” she said to the girl smiling sweetly and kissing her lips, the next lash will be so much more gratifying.”

This was totally foreign to one-eight-six, she had never beaten anyone let alone had a fight ever.

She squeezed the handle tightly and landed another much harder holding her breath.

“Good” her madam said, the first one didn’t’ count so nineteen more my sweet.” She kissed her lips again.

She landed another then another, watching the colors emerging on her beautiful white flesh. She was breathing hard, almost gasping with each stroke. After ten it got easier and despite the girls crying and trembling she put more muscle into it.

She couldn’t believe what she was doing. By fifteen she was in a trance feeling good even though her own ass was smarting. She made eye contact with the madam who smiled at her after each lash in a strangely sweet encouraging manner. She felt empowered now and relished the last five strokes which she aimed at the girl’s shapely thighs. She stopped, gasping for air, as her entire body trembled with a strange rush. She had beaten someone and gone from railing against it in her heart to truly enjoying it; it was an unbelievably satisfying and erotic feeling. “Well sweetie that was twenty would you like more?”

“Yes…yes…please madam…more please,” she stammered as the tears flowed and her body quivered with pain.

“Very well sweetie I’ll grant you three more but that’s all. You loving sister slave looks tired.” She nodded at One-eight-six, who added three more bruises across the girl’s now colorful ass.

“Embrace each other girls and French kiss, the lover will thank the loved.” They kissed and the girl with her tears flowing thanked one-eight-six and the madam sincerely. She kissed her back and it was my pleasure flew out of her mouth. “Hang on to the riding crop my love you’re learning all about the ultimate demonstration of passionate love.”

She ordered the white female back to the lineup and called up a white lady boy.

“One-nine eight you did fine according to the report being fucked twice. Let’s see here your VSM. Vaginal sphincter manipulation rate… is three per second measured over four minutes and you client ejaculated each time. He sucked you off three times and the last time you came but with only a few drops of sperm for him to enjoy. He was a forty year old Caucasian was he not handsome, you didn’t love him sincerely?”

“Oh madam, looks doesn’t matter I did love him truly. I really did but the last time there just wasn’t enough sperm left, I’m sorry, so very sorry I’ve failed the syndicate.”

“If that happens again it will be the snake pit for you. I’ll let you get away with thirty loving lashes this time.”

“Oh thank you madam, I truly love my madam.” One-eight-six knew from the madam’s expression that she had a soft spot for this beautiful feminine lady boy. She’d probably had many sessions with both part of ‘its’ anatomy. ‘It’ bent over the desk and held on to the madam’s hands. She nodded at One-eight-six and she proceeded to give ‘it’ thirty lashes.

After ten strokes she suddenly ordered her to stop. “Let’s add a little spice to this event my pretty lover. I’ll let you fuck One-eight-six doggie style and if you pull out and deposit a good load on her ass in ten strokes of less you won’t get another ten. If you take more than twenty we’ll add two lashes for each extra stroke. Suck him until he’s hard and then offer you cunt for penetration so I can watch the action.” She got on he knees and soon had him rock hard and then got up and offered her ass to the male part of ‘it’. The madam counted the strokes out loud and after eighteen he pulled out and splattered her ass with gobs of cum. He automatically licked her clean with the usual slurping swallowing sound and was then ordered back to the line.

Next she called up a male Asian, pretty rather than handsome, baby faced with those exotic eyes and thick feminine lips. He was shaking with fear. “One-six-six, let’s see now a Swedish couple in their later thirties. You sucked off the male three times during the night and he sucked you once which was satisfactory. You fucked the female twice and failed to make her climax the second time. Were you tired or disinterested by then or maybe she was ugly?”

“Oh no madam,” his voice trembled. No she was a beautiful full figured blonde. The truth is that she was so beautiful and so much taller than me and with her husband watching I was intimidated and I just couldn’t make her climax. I tried extended foreplay like I’ve been taught but it wasn’t enough.”

“Let’s see, you been here twenty months and have never been punished before, a commendable record. They picked you out of the album because you are pretty rather than handsome. So why should you’re their looks intimidate you?”

“I’m used to much older client, some not very good looking and they sort of worship me. Oh I can’t explain it madam I’m just so sorry.”

Well I’ll’’ give you the choice of the snake pits or thirty very hard lashes. What will it be my pretty lover?”

“Oh thank you madam, thirty hard lashes please. Thank you, thank you madam I love my madam.”

“Well One-eight-six, you’ll put in a lot of muscular love into this or receive an equal amount from the guard behind you.”

He leaned over the desk taking his madam’s hands as she smiled at him sweetly kissing his lips. One-eight-six gripped the handle of the riding crop as hard as she could and lashed his, for an Asian unusually large and shapely ass, making him jerk and cry out. Her madam gave her an approving look and kissed him tenderly while the next blow lashed across his plump cheeks. By ten lashes he was crying uncontrollably and she ordered a temporary stop. She told him to stand and for One-eight-six to caress his ass to soothe the pain. She then ordered her live chair to lift her on to the desk where she arranged herself near the edge spreading her thighs.

The live chair back leaned over the desk holding her breasts together proving a soft pillow for her madam.

She ordered One-eight-six to suck his cock until he was hard. “Well my pretty love, fuck me and make me cum while you get one lash every five seconds. After I get off you can jerk off on my stomach and the lashes will stop.

One-eight-six lashed him hard and counted: one thousand two thousand… At five thousands she lashed him again catching him in a back stroke jerking him back in. She began counting again as he pumped away wondering how anyone could climax while being beaten so hard. After the next lash she noticed the madam’s stomach and thigh muscles contracting rhythmically which meat she was helping him with vaginal contractions; favoritism again with pretty young males. The madam moaned her climax after the eight lash and amazingly he immediately jerked his load on her stomach and then slurped it up.

The last slave to be punished was a very beautiful full figure hourglass Asian Indian with breasts to die for.

“One-two-two, you fell to sleep and could barely be awakened, when you client wanted a third sex act. He was very satisfied with the first two but you acted like a rag doll in the third. You’re going to the pits for that.”

“Oh please madam, lash me a hundred times. I had six classes yesterday including wrestling and swimming. I also had sex with four supervisors including the wrestling supervisor she made me wrestle erotically for more than half an hour wearing me out completely.”

That was a tough day and I know, that muscle bound midget super can wear anyone out but the syndicate doesn’t accept failure. I’ll be nice to you and give you fifty lashes now and half the time in the pit. I won’ tell you how many days that will be. Bend over my desk now!”

One-eight-six landed fifty hard lashes on the poor slave and did not feel exhilarated this time. Her arm felt like it would fall off at the last stroke. The Asian cried hysterically as two guards dragged her along to her horrible fate.

She settled on her cell bed still shaking, once again her location had been changed and her neighbor was one of her victims, probably on her madam’s orders. The reality of what she had been forced to do, hit her right in the gut. She covered her eyes and cried again, after adjusting her bra.

Bra’s had been introduced a few days back. Apparently someone in the organization had decided that the female breasts would resist gravity somewhat longer if supported. They were modified nursing bra’s with the flap removed, exposing the nipples and were now compulsory most of the day. Maybe now her DD’s would take longer to become heavy hanger and it was actually a relief to wear it.

“Stop it,” her victim laughed, “you had to do it One-eight-six, I don’t blame you.” She stared at her in disbelief.

“You must hate me, admit it.”

“If you hadn’t lashed my ass the madam or the guard would have and by refusing you would be in the snake pit for a long time. The syndicate, I should say crime syndicate, and their system beats our ass flesh sweetie not the madam, the guards or our fellow slaves. I’ve been forced to beat other slaves twice in two years.”

“But…but I ended up enjoying it, I’m as bad as they are.”

 

“So did I,” she looked at her smiling.

“Don’t forget that everyone here from the warden and madam on down are technically slaves; no one can leave. Without the threat of severe punishment in the pits, the crop, or making love to the beast, we would not be performing with such a convincing degree of love and sexual passion for the clients and staff. If we didn’t perform that way I suppose the syndicate would have some way of punishing the Warden and the Madam.”

“But I still don’t understand why I enjoyed lashing other slaves today.”

“Its probably part of the physiology effect of being a slave. You beat another slave feeling bad at first then after a few more lashes it become a rush. Maybe subconsciously you’re getting back at the world because you’re a slave; you’re in control, for just a few minutes and actually relish it.

“The madam does this once in a while; she’s gets her jollies watching slaves lash slaves while she eyes her victims with that adoring expression.

“Obviously to her, having someone lashed thirty times while the victim makes love to her, is to her the ultimate sexual turn-on. That makes her a sadist of course but she never looks mean or sneers like the Warden; on the contrary she seems to genuinely love her victims as they shake, tremble and cry with pain. She truly is a walking contradiction; one second kissing and caressing your tits, next pinching and biting and then she’ll ever so tenderly kiss your tears away.

The gong interrupted their discussion. It was time for the final daily lineup preparation. Everyone removed their bras and hung them on newly installed hooks on the bedposts. The breast and vagina rituals never changed; every day the cell block supervisor paced them through it, repeating the same phrases and actions. The effect on her, however had increased by the day, she became totally mesmerized, the feeling lasting sometimes until she entered the clients room and even longer. Some of the slaves who had been around for years told her that it was a form of hypnotism and the effect could last for them until morning.

To be continued.

23

     21st Century Subterranean Slavery Part VII

     By Reavan

This part includes a short homosexual segment in order to reestablish the Warden deviant nature. If that offends you please skip: HOMO to HOMO End.

She was s the first to be called with two other slaves she had lashed in the Madam’s office plus one more. They were neck chained together outside the cell block and marched off. She knew this was not for the lineup but some private event or maybe a dungeon. The dungeon made sense since all four sported multiple bruises on their asses and thighs.

They were brought in to a small room where the ball and chain was removed as well as the neck chains. Next they were taken into a dimly lit room where each of them was handcuffed around a thick post. The chain between the cuffs was then attached to something on the other side of the post leaving their hands about even with their breasts.

The lights were brightened after a while and she turned her head seeing a long table near the wall behind her. The table was set with maybe twelve dinner plate settings. There were no chairs on her side. So they were to be on display for a dinner party. Six female slaves were lined up by the door where the guest would arrive at one end of the table. They were dressed in French maid’s uniforms with mid ass cheek skirts, nylons and exposed breasts with no panties.

Clients began to arrive and each was guided to a chair by a maid. Once six couples were seated the maids began so serve them food and wine. She noticed that most of the males were in their sixties and the women less than thirty; probably trophy wives or mistresses. As their party went on and the booze flowed the conversation became louder. She heard a lot of pleasurable shrieking laughs as the maids were groped and slapped.

It must have more that an hour before the clients began to get up and take an interest in the four chained slaves. A small table was brought in by the maids with a variety of implement of punishment. Only women picked out instruments. One woman picked a paddle and slapped each slave twice, once on each cheek and then their tits.

Another woman, a beautiful tall half breed Latino picked a riding crop and started with one-eight-six. “Stick out that ass bitch,” she sneered. “Display that big white ass for the riding crop.” She bent over as much as she could and arched her back presenting her ass to the woman. “Nice ass for a honky bitch, now churn it invitingly whore, show me you love being lashed.” She dug her fingernails deep into her ass flesh in several places. “Ah I see you love being lashed look at those stripes, you’ve been a slut haven’t you?”

“No ma’am I’m always good,” she replied in a cocky manner.

“Well listen to that, an obstinate bitch…I like that but I know exactly how to handle young bitches.” She emphasized ‘young’ and lashes her ass and thighs five times. “George come here I want you to fuck this mouthy bitch. You like them young don’t you?”

“I’ve got you my darling; she’s about the same age.”

“How old are you bitch?” she lashed her again.

“I’m eighteen ma’am.”

“Like hell my age, she’s a teen George, go ahead and enjoy the sluts young supple flesh after I decorate he ass a little more;” she gave her five more hard. Frenchy, drop my dear husband’s trousers.” She must have been talking to one of the maids. She watched as a black maid on her knees lowered his pants and boxers. Ok George you got a full figured teenager to fuck; Frenchy get it in you mouth and harden it; I want to hear you slurp bitch. She landed a couple of lashes on the maid’s ass, there that’s so much better. George that a nice boner. Frenchy lick her a bit for lubrication I don’t want her cunt to hurt my sugar daddy’s cock.” She lashed her ass again for emphasis laughing sarcastically.” She felt a long tongue lubricating her hole and then a fair sized cock ramming her. The woman began to fondle her roughly, digging her nails into her tits and then ordered her to turn her head up to one side to French kiss her. She bit her tongue several times, while her husband panted with lust until he came groaning loudly. The maid sucked him clean and used a towel to dry him off. They left for the table after giving her and the maid five more lashes each.

She watched, while her sister slaves tied up as she was, got lashed by female guests and fucked by their husbands. Her head spun for a minute; they were clients not guests. She was so brain washed by training, meditation and beatings that she actually believed for a moment that this was not a staged play but real life. She shook her head trying to clear out the cobwebs; but it was real life for her; she was a slave for real. The clients were actors not her.

The clients drank a lot and only a few came round fondling and beating them. Most of the sex was now performed by some of the maids crawling back and forth under the table sucking cock or licking cunts whatever was demanded. At one point she watched two maids on the table doing a sixty-nine act in the food while some clients poured drinks over them.

Long after the last client staggered out with some of the maids they were released and then chained together again before returning to the log in station along with three of the maids to be cleaned and douched before filling out their reports. When done they were brought into a long narrow room and lined up against a wall.

The opposite wall was occupied by a long blackboard with the each department name along the top, including the warden, madam, Doctor and the Dentist with their extension numbers. Most columns had one or two slave numbers marked in chalk below. The madam and Wardens had five or six numbers in their columns. A female supervisor entered through a side door looking over the seven females. She pointed at a black maid and a clerk sitting at a desk got up and chalked in that slaves number under: log in department supervisor. The super motioned for that slave to follow her and they left the room.

The clerk then began to phone, apologizing for the late call and then naming the slave numbers lined up along the wall. When an agreement was reached he would get up and chalk in that slaves number in the proper column.

When finished he transferred the information to a sheet of paper and handed a clipboard to a guard who ordered the slaves to follow. One-eight-six was taken to her own cellblock and handed over to an assistant who then knocked on the supervisor’s door and ordered her to enter. Inside she removed her chains and led her to the super’s king sized bed. A white lady boy was asleep besides her.

The super ordered her to crash on the lady boy waking him up. “Let me see some passionate foreplay girls.” One-eight-six wondered why she said girls but her fingers soon discovered that besides nice tits and functioning penis he, she or it, also had a vagina, a true hermaphrodite. She fingered it penetrating a very tight orifice with one finger. ‘It’ responded with an audible moan obviously very sensitive in the female part. “Alright girls: sixty-nine,” she reversed her position and swallowed ‘its’ sizeable stiff cock. “Finger her too and let me hear some passion.” She slipped a finger into ‘its’ cunt as her own was being expertly licked making her moan loudly while sucking and fingering her dual purpose sex partner. Soon ‘it’s’ body began to jerk shooting a load in her mouth while she climaxed herself. “Don’t swallow," Her super’s open mouth had suddenly appeared near hers and they locked lips while the super sucked out most of his semen, swallowing it noisily. “Get me more,” she stroked and sucked ‘it’s’ cock clean returning her lips to the super’s. The ‘it’ now twisted ‘it’s’ upper body around abandoning  her vagina for the supers, while One-eight-six continued to passionately neck with her, caressing and clutching her tits until her body shuddered moaning a loud climax in her mouth. Everyone being satiated they disentangled, breathing contentedly as they all went to sleep.

She and the lady boy were roused by an assistant early in the morning and taken to a shower next to the bedroom. When done, their chains were reconnected before being led out. She was taken to her bed and the lady boy, led away to ‘its’ own cell block.

She got her period that day and was put in red pants, assigned to the warden’s office. After getting her morning slaps in the face like everyone else, a guard took her to a small side office, where she was chained to a ring in the floor and then ordered to sort files alphabetically. After a couple of hours the warden came in and slapped her face about eight times, while she of course as usual held her head high and forward for each new slap. She thanked him sincerely for the beating, as he entered a door to an inner office closing it behind him. A few seconds later she heard a voice on a small speaker on the wall. It had a button on it and someone had obviously left it on by mistake.

“Connect me to Darryl Jones,” it was the Wardens voice. Would she dare push the button to the off position?

“Darryl you foxy old slave hunter what’s new?”

“Well Jose I’ve got plenty of great stock in the pipeline world wide just waiting for that magical eighteenth birthday. What are you looking for in particular?”

“Well as always pretty, young and doe-eyed, Greek gods and goddesses. A couple of baby faced midget particularly Asian Indian or black half breeds. Some Vegas stock, male or female any shade. You know I don’t care for Hollywood’s phony tits and skinny legs; I’ve got enough of those, though they do bring in cash. I’ll take a few not too muscle-bound beach bums from there though. I’m completely out of young Brazilian big ass half breeds. Then of course most of all I need some true hermaphrodites but only the rare ones with great feminine bodies and features. They’re always on my wish list; the syndicate makes a fortune with them.”

“I can get you stock in most of those categories but true hermaphrodites are a very secretive lot about their dual functions, especially as teenagers, shame I guess. They usually don’t hit the porn trade until their early twenties and you’re not looking for seniors, are you?” They both chuckled. “We’ve made a breakthrough though by hacking some medical data bases in the last few months, listing cases around the world and we’re sorting through that now. The problem is that doctors don’t include looks and body type, only photos of the genitals. The photos are helpful since we can determine whether the genitals are fully formed and vertically aligned. We lift the better candidate’s addresses to identify and secretly video tape or photograph them. Not many hang out in bars at that age with phony ID’s, where we can use date drugs and test the functionality of both genitalia.

“We follow the good ones hopefully to beaches because they don’t frequent pools with their public change rooms. Real feminine beauty with a female body is rare in this category but we have about six good candidates coming up over the next three years. So you can understand that it’s a very expensive operation tracking and separating these beauties from the chaff. Then of course they have to be abducted just on or after that magical eighteenth birthday with you hosting the surprise party or should I say deviant orgy?” They both laughed. “I’ll be shipping one hermaphrodite a Brazilian half-breed, a big ass to booth in about a week. Oh dear Jose, another regrettable drowning;” they both chuckled, “plus about five in other categories over the next month and a half.

“That will include, in three weeks a Japanese half black midget with a face to die for. She’s a rare genetic mix with Asian color and that exotic Asian slant eyed doll face but with great rising pointers and a superb caboose plus sculptured thighs from the black side. This little doll sports more curves than the Rio Grande.”

“What the hell is a caboose?”

“A caboose was the last train car, sort of a living quarter-shelter for the crew, back when they needed one.

“Ah…cozinha de navio.”

Anyway she’s a three foot nine inch goddess, that’s about three foot three inches to her full thick lips; talk about fellatio convenience.”

“That’s easy to say for a six foot Texan, but I prefer midgets and regular bodies squatting though, it’s so much more uncomfortable, some of them end up with painful cramps and fall over, which of course is a punishable offence.

“You are a truly perverted Jose.

“And proud of it Darryl, a terrified sex slaves, especially a new recruit that I can abuse for the syndicate mentally and physically, is what makes my day. The threat of a terrifying sexual encounter with me…is a wonderful persuader, leading to passionate sexual performances with our clients.”

“You got the system down path Jose. Anyway, my agent in Asia managed to obtain naked photos of this tiny living doll in a private bath house after bribing an attendant. Barring an accident or a sharp fingernail during masturbation she’s most likely a virgin you can auction off as such; the syndicate will make a fortune on her. You of course will get second helping to some very tight pussy.

“Don’t worry I prefer to have someone else drawing blood; that orifice and my favorite rear entry will still be tight as a drum for some time.”

“I know, you horny old bugger; I can’t wait to bang her myself someday, so don’t stretch her too much.” They chuckled again. “Anyway can you process that many?”

“No problem banging anything here Darryl and an average of one fresh conscript per week is about right. I thrive on breaking in new stock on a regular basis. Call met the next time you’re in the main office. I hope you’ve got time to try out some of your captives before leaving and happy hunting.”

“You can count on it. I’ll check out the album library and happy perverting to you.”

“Say Darryl, how are you going to snare this little doll in that crowded country?”

“I’ve got a deviously shrewd native agent in Japan; you’ve accommodated at least a dozen of his past acquisitions in your Asian collection, courtesy of this dude over the years. Trust me; our little princess will be having sweet dreams on cloud nine while being spirited away in the Lear, before anyone knows she’s been added to the syndicate’s stable of choice flesh.”

That’s just great Darryl. One more thing, are you still using that suicide jumping of the bridge strategy. You know leaving the poor depressed quarry’s car and shoes there. ?” The warden laughed heartedly.

“No, many bridge in the western world has safety fences now that are hard to scale. A bigger problem, not only here but in many areas are those fucking video cameras, they makes it very difficult to leave our quarry’s car there and then get picked up in another. But don’t fret your perverted heart Jose, there are more than one way to skin a cat.”

They both chuckled again as he hung up. He returned to One-eight-six, slapping her a few times and then left for his beastly den and live desk chair.

He left the door wide open giving her a side view of the lineup on their x marked spots. Since they didn’t dare take their eyes off the warden, she was able to push the off button unseen, drawing a deep breath of relief. Who knows what he would have done to her if he knew. This was one secret she’d never share with anyone.

She couldn’t see his desk but imagined him settling down on a large ass and the back lean caressing his gorilla body while nibbling on his ear moaning sweet nothings of love; also a slave under the desk taking his cock in his or her mouth, holding his balls while all of them moaned with pleasure. He was busy on the phone for about an hour and then got up to pick out a sexual victim from the lineup.

He made each of the seven hug and kiss him while he fondled their bodies. He finally chose a very pretty doe- eyed Asian Indian male slapping his face hard about eight times. “Well now my pretty sweetheart it’s time for you to love me passionately. Have you ever had sex with a woman?”

“Yes warden the madam last night.”

     Homo Section.

“I know dear but in India?”

“No never warden.”

“How about a man?”

“Yes Warden my uncle taught me about oral sex.”

“Oh … really how did that start?”

“I was sent to work at a young age in his wood carving shop to learn that art and he began to fondle my genitals one day and then sucked my penis; after a month of that I asked if he would honor me by letting me suck on his penis.”

“You asked him if you could and he honored you!”

“Yes I loved my uncle very much and wanted to return the pleasure he provided for me.”

“How old was your beloved uncle?”

“He is thirty-five Warden.”

“That I’m afraid wont happen here, your clients will be male or female mostly in the sixty to eighty year range. I supposed that you miss your uncle now?”

“Yes I love my uncle very much.”

“Well consider me your uncle now. How were you abducted?”

“Someone pushed me into a flooded river when fishing; I realized now that it was not an accident. I can’t swim but two men in a boat pulled me out and that’s all I remember before waking up in the pit. My uncle must be very worried about me.”

“He probably thinks you drowned but he doesn’t need to worry; we’ll take good care of you here sweetheart. You’ll will be fucking and sucking aunts and uncles or rather grandparents every day. That’s your only function in life from now on my pretty nephew. While you’re in my office please call me uncle.”

“Now kiss and hug me passionately sweetie!” He embraced the just slightly shorter warden and kissed him gingerly. The warden stood back slapping and back slapping him four times. “I said with passion my beloved. First me explain something to you, if you don’t learn to love every one you’re assigned to with fervent passion, you’ll be spending a long time in the pits. We have an instrument for you, similar to a speculum that doctors used to examine women’s cunts. It can be fitted into your asshole, strapped and locked there so you can’t remove it and snakes love warm dark placed. Shall we try loving each other again?” They kissed passionately this time. “That was a little better now let see how well your uncle taught you; squat down and don’t forget to swallow each and every drop, are you used to that?”

“No uncle, I have always spit it out and rinsed my mouth after; that’s how my uncle taught me.”

“Well here you’ll get severely punished if you don’t swallow and no rinsing. You must show me that my and every client’s semen is a gourmand delicacy, by slurping it down while moaning with satisfaction, licking and smacking your lips, understand?”

“Yes uncle I will swallow every delicate drop.” He began sucking expertly frigging the warden’s cock while fondling his balls.

“Ah, my sweet lover you even know how to scratch my taint and finger my asshole. Your dear uncle taught you well, except of course for the joy of swallowing. Good man he was.” He barely finished his comment before blowing his load which was dutifully swallowed accompanied by loud slurps and moans of satisfaction. He made him get up and watched him licking his lips and making swallowing motions before slapping his face a few times.

“That was a good start my sweet lover, do you know what buggering or sodomizing is?”

“No uncle I never heard of those words.”

“Well my darling it means that later in the day you will get on your hands and knees while I shove my cock inside your asshole. Do you like that idea?”

Yes…yes uncle I…I would…would like that very much.” His voice trembled as he spoke.”

“You’re lying, don’t ever lie to me again; you’re scared stiff about being sodomized right?”

“Yes uncle I’m sorry I am very afraid, very scared.”

“But since you love me so much you will submit willingly and beg me to bugger you wont you sweetheart?”

“Yes uncle I love you very much and I will beg to be buggered even though I’m afraid because it will hurt.”

“Good and you should be scared it hurts like hell the first few time.” He snorted the words slapping his face again, ordering him to turn around and touch the floor with his feet spread wide. “Nice pretty rose you have there, even prettier than your face; I can’t wait to ram my cock in it. Guard insert a number two in his hole, consider that an act of kindness nephew.” The guard greased a number two butt plug and inserted it roughly in his anus making him gasp.

“Keep thinking about my cock in your ass nephew.” He then went back to his desk leaving his latest victim bent over trembling with fear. She felt for the scared slave, knowing from experience how thick the monsters cock was; but at least the butt plug would prepared his anal cavity for the monsters weapon, she didn’t know the warden was capable of feeling for anybody. It was probably twenty minutes when between phone calls he finally ordered him to stand. “What are you thinking about nephew?”

“My uncle’s cock in my behind.”

“How does the butt plug feel sweetie?”

“Fine uncle it doesn’t hurt any more. My uncle is very kind.”

That’s good my love, concentrate on that until I’m ready to fuck you, remember how wide you had to open your mouth to suck my cock.”

“Yes uncle it’s very thick, I remember.” He sounded sincere to One-eight-six, remembering her first day here when the fear of more lashes and the snakes and rats in the pit, somehow twisted her brain cells into believing that she actually loved the beast.

She counted seven slaves in the lineup including the Asian Indian; the rest were there for minor grievances from clients or staff members. Not serious enough for lashes according to the madam but enough to warrant a little encouragement to improve their efforts by being the wardens obedient lovers. Most slaves would rather be lashed than making passionate love to the monster but the madam’s rulings were never open to discussion and no one dared to ask.

He had one squatting female suck him off in the lineup after some heavy necking. She had not seen anyone squatting when blowing him before; just a new way of torturing his lovers. She actually fell over after swallowing his load from cramps which earned her twenty slaps. Later he fucked another female on the divan out of her sight. At noon he had his lunch fed mouth to mouth. When he was done and after the customary body pinches and slaps to his feeders face and body, One-eight-six and all the slaves were fed lunch as usual from plates on the floor this time with their wrist shackled tight together behind the crux of their knees. They were arranged in a half circle so the warden had a good view of everyone’s assholes. He chose that moment to bugger his latest trainee. A guard pulled out the plug and the poor slave yelled out loud as the warden’s thick member rammed his virgin ass hole and then proceeded to stroke him mercilessly. “Do you love my cock in your ass nephew?”

“Yes uncle I love it but it hurts.”

“Good,” he rammed him harder and faster. “Keep eating nephew.” His face was being mashed into the food on the plate as the warden banged him violently. Fortunately for his victim he came quickly as usual and then pulled out his cock before heading for the bathroom.

     END OF HOMO SECTION.

She spent the next four days of her period, as a bathroom attendant in the mornings, then hose washing slaves, doing hair and makeup in the afternoon. Watching women poop and pee and then licking their crotches after washing them on a bidet would have disgusted her in the past. But with all she’d been through as a sex slave for nearly two months, it seemed to be just another normal component of her life now. Doing exactly as told was now her daily routine, she no longer thought about the lashes or time in the pits. She fucked people with an intense passion because that’s how sex slaves should perform. It was no longer in her mindset to judge her clients for looks, like in the past when she frequented bars looking for mister or miss wonderful.

Sex was about satisfying her client in every way no matter how old, ugly, cruel or unpleasant they were. If she got lashed by a client that was just part of the pleasure she provided for that client; so that was a good thing because it earned more cash for the syndicate. Sex was her entire life now; she even counted the days of her period feeling guilty that she was not doing her part for the syndicate. Every day of her period seemed to last forever; she now craved the excitement of posing for the clients being sometimes roughly inspected and chosen for an evening of unbridled sex. There was the challenge of reading the clients mind; was he or she a lover or a cruel master or mistress; should she be defiant from the get go and be lashed or be a happy and loving submissive?

She knew that the system had defeated her; she no longer had any hope or desire for freedom. She was a numbered sex slave completely under the control of a cruel and deviously clever system run by the syndicate. Being a nymphomaniac from a young age did not matter. Some of her cell mate told her that they never liked sex before being abducted. But now they were satisfying their clients and like her got a true sense of [personal satisfaction from it. All of them spoke of feeling guilty if they failed to completely satisfy their clients and accepted the madams’ lashes, or a session with the beast as well deserved punishment. Even the horror of the pits was accepted as fair punishment for their own failure to perform one hundred and ten percent for the syndicate.

They all took the daily classes very serious, realizing that the clients wanted perfection. They trained like Olympic athletes keeping their bodies fit and eagerly absorbed the instructions in classes, constantly upgrading their sexual skills.

Her mindset like those of her fellow slaves became locked into the notion that sexual submission to any client of staff member could not be questioned. The syndicate after a few months of intense training became god almighty, a force to be feared, yet incredibly…sincerely respected.

To be Continued

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