East Coast Slavers Organization

East Coast Slavers Organization – I: A Caribbean Adventure

Chapter 23 – Veronica Meets the Trainers (or Poor, Poor Bitch)

Aaron was bone-weary exhausted. It was now Thursday and nearly noon. He was appreciating a little quiet time at the warehouse. He had returned to Miami from his whirlwind Detroit adventure the day before and slept nearly twenty hours. Laurena, his daughter was with a middle-aged au pair, Shelby McCullough , who would travel with the baby, all expenses paid, to southern France in one of the tramp freighter's passenger cabins. The care provider and baby would be pampered guests and kept away from the officer's quarters. The woman would not want to discover, or participate in, the continuous sex and abuse to take place there. Aaron hired Shelby for a year's service as the family au pair to help with the baby.

Veronica Clarke, Aaron's now ex-wife, would be at the bottom of the sexual ladder during the voyage. She would be the bondage and pain cunt for the Captain and First Mate and the Cum Slut to clean up after Emily Davis, Pamela Bondi, and June Curl. The two housewife/party girls and the drug dealer's girlfriend would begin their conversion to fulltime sex slaves. At least they had Veronica for scenarios needing punishment, bondage, and humiliation. Emily Davis, her friend Pamela Bondi, and June Curl were in for a rude awakening. Their pampered lives were finished.

Aaron Clarke sat resting in his comfortable armchair and watched Ingrid working Veronica. Sweat dripped off her body, naked save for a pair of cross-trainers and ankle socks. Ingrid didn't even let the poor woman wear a sports bra. Her C-cup tits heaved and rolled from the exertion, she was chained by the neck to the walker-exercising machine. It was set to a steep incline and a steady pace. Ingrid had been walking briskly for two full hours. Without pausing in her pace, Veronica grabbed a sports bottle and drank thirstily, her throat convulsing as it swallowed the life-giving fluid.

Aaron noted to himself that Veronica remained blessedly silent due to the dog-training collar. Never considered stupid, Veronica quickly caught on to the connection between using her voice and the punishing shocks from the ever-vigilant collar.

Each time Veronica began to lag back on the treadmill, or grabbed the handgrips to pull herself forward, Ingrid let loose with a flurry of whip cracks across her twitching rump. Ingrid knew Veronica had another two hours to go. Altogether, she would walk the equivalent of thirteen uphill miles. Aaron wanted her tired and stiff for the ocean voyage.

Puppy was busy giving French and Spanish examinations to the two companion slaves, Wanda and Katria. Later, they would spend the afternoon in the kitchen putting new skills to work following recipes for a seven-course meal to be served to Aaron, Puppy, Ingrid, and Veronica. Of course, Veronica would eat her food while naked and kneeling on the floor beside the other dressed up diners. Puppy would evaluate the eager women on the meal, the table setting, the meal service, desert, and after dinner drinks. The two were also responsible for changing from the sexy French Maid costumes worn during dinner to full 1860s ball regalia and a demonstration of period dances. Afterward, they would perform a lesbian seduction scene before the diner's table on a raised platform.

Wanda Alvernon, the 22 year-old former legal secretary, and Katria Sjogreen, the 26 year-old former paralegal, each loved their classification as companion slaves and fully focused every waking moment to their studies. This was only the end of their second week of training and the progress was astounding. For motivation, they only had to look around and see the lives ahead for the other, less privileged slaves. They cringed each time a regular sex slave was processed, let alone the daily humiliation heaped upon Cunt or Veronica. They were content with their lot, given the awful alternatives, and embraced the thought of belonging to a Master or Mistress that would show them off as trophies to an admiring world. The development of smart, sexy, slaves with the manners of a well-bred woman, and many social and entertainment talents were the essential elements of their graduate level program of studies in languages, dance, music, deportment, world history and current events, economics, politics, and sex were their major subjects. They excelled in everything.

Steve Austin's bid site on the two slaves was receiving much attention from his best and wealthiest clientele. Steve predicted to Aaron that the bids would reach $12 million over a period of three months. Rich and powerful men and women were intrigued by the auction and were slowly driving up the bid price for the set. Puppy's training records and evaluations, photographs, and video clips mounted on the website enflamed the interest. No equivalent set of slaves had ever been offered at international auction. The two women were busy training and studying for eighteen hours a day over a scheduled six months intensive training program. Another interesting aspect of the auction is that each bidder had to provide a detailed accounting of how the new acquisitions would fare under their ownership. These slaves were to be showcased to the world, not hidden away on an estate like a run-of-the-mill slave. The current high bidder was a famous Scottish actor on the verge of retirement. He planned to let the world see his new trophies to prove his continued virility and increase the mystique in which the world viewed him already. His bid, only two weeks into the training cycle and auction, was $6.25 million. Steve Austin expected the bids to dramatically increase over the upcoming months.

The scene on Training Pad D was so peaceful and idyllic to Aaron that he drifted into sleep; pleasant thoughts of Veronica squirming and begging for release from another of the endless cocks being presented to her, crept into his dreams. He felt Veronica unzipping his pants and panting for his cock. She was wiggling and begging him to fuck her again. Her weight settled on his lap and something warm and moist sunk down over his hard stick. A load moan in his ear broke his concentration on the dream and his startled eyes saw a swirl of long black hair around his face. It was Ingrid. She had crept up on him and mounted herself on his nine-inch cock. It was already throbbing for release inside her hungry cunt.

"Master," she whispered hoarsely into his ear, "forgive me, but I have to have your jism for training the new slut. Please, don't be angry with me for waking you, but she is waiting for the next lesson. You were asleep for so long. Ahhh, oh yes, Master, …"

Aaron's hungry dick had already forgiven the part time Training Mistress and part time slave for her impertinent act. Her hips swiveled with newly developed talent from her time as both sex slave and mistress. She knew sex. Aaron groaned as he realized that yet another pair of slacks would need the dry cleaners to remove the inevitable crotch stains from their sexes. He leaned hard back against the chair and thrust his own hips up high to drill him deeper into her hot center. His hands grasped her naked ass under her rucked up leather miniskirt and drew her further onto his cock.

Out of the corner of his eye, Aaron saw Puppy alertly watching the scene, one hand poised above the remote controller for Ingrid's dog-training collar. She was keeping Master safe. Aaron caught her eye and nodded. Puppy deserved a special treat for her attentiveness. To distract himself, in hopes of delaying the pending orgasm, Aaron looked back the other way toward where Veronica had been exercising. She was gone. Ingrid had her tied atop one of the raised mattresses on Training Pad F, bound face-up.

"Ingrid, is Veronica going to clean you up after this?" Aaron asked as Ingrid kept up her energetic humping atop his cock.

"Ughhh, yessss, … Master, yessss." Ingrid barely managed to stay coherent as her own orgasm triggered spasms in her cunt, squeezing Aaron's cock meat even more. "Puppppy, Puppy told me Veronica never sucked you off, Master. Eiiiii, ohhh yes! Please fuck me Master!" Ingrid's sexual being overtook her rational brain and all coherent thought beyond the battering cock in her cunt cut off. She came hard a second time.

Aaron felt the continuing ripples of muscular contractions sucking and pulling at his cock. Ingrid was a better fuck each day. He grinned as he considered how everything worked out so perfectly with Ingrid. She had truly enslaved herself. "Ingrid, are you fucking me for the training program or because you got so hot abusing my ex-wife?" Aaron asked. He desperately focused away from the talented fuck and slowed down; he was simply too close to erupting.

"Ahhh, ohhh, Maaaster. Please, fuck me." Ingrid whined. "Yessss, I admit it. Torturing that bitch is the best! Ohhhhh. No, fuck me harder Master. Let me humiliate her more." Ingrid was in brain shutdown mode. She was simply a fucking machine at this point.

"Ingrid, here it comes. Take this, all of this. Yes!" Aaron collapsed back into the chair and his cock weakly spurted a few more times.

Ingrid fell across his chest, her heaving breasts stirring Aaron up again as the third orgasm triggered. Just seconds after her breathing started to return to normal, she felt a sharp sting across her exposed ass and the harsh crack of a whip followed. She quickly rolled off Aaron and abased herself at Puppy's feet. The whip directed her back to Veronica and Ingrid quickly complied. She ran, half crouched, one hand holding her slimy cunt lips closed to hold Master's sperm inside. She knelt over Veronica's ringgag and sunk wearily down, covering Veronica's face with spermy pubic hair and gooey cunt lips.

"Eat me now, you worthless fuck," Ingrid hissed to her slave. Both of Ingrid's hands grasped the soft and tender cunt lips in front of her face and pinched hard. "Now!" she demanded again.

Veronica whimpered and tentatively stuck her tongue up toward the musky groin. She hadn't seen Ingrid fucking her ex-husband; but she did recognize that the smell was a man's jism. Veronica rolled her head aside in protest of eating sperm from a just-fucked cunt and the humiliation of a woman's cunt sitting on her face. "Uhhh, hoooo, hop hit," she begged.

The collar reacted instantly and struck back with a brutal shock. Her hips and belly arched so high, so fast, that Ingrid lost her balance and fell forward toward the blonde's legs. Ingrid's face landed in Veronica's cunt and her chin thumped hard against the captive's pubic bone. Another line of fire danced across Ingrid's ass, just missing Veronica's protesting face below. Ingrid looked up to see Puppy had followed her to the slave's punishment session and the lunging whip's fiberglass pole pushed her head back down to the cunt below.

Ingrid, sighed heavily and said, "Yes, Mistress. I will do better next time." Resigned to her own punishment for loosing control of the session, Ingrid covered the entire exposed cunt with her gaping mouth and sucked the labia in hard. Her tongue speared through the captured pussy lips and tasted Veronica's inner nectar.

Veronica felt the pleasurable suction on her cunt; but she made no move to reciprocate as initially commanded. A hook slipped into her nostrils and yanked her head up and back; Veronica's face exploded in pain. A leather gloved hand pushed Ingrid's ass down firmly onto her face and Veronica began to lick. Her collar electrocuted her and she stepped up her efforts, sucking, licking, and swallowing the slimy goo. The stench was overpowering. She paused to catch her breath and the collar shocked even harder. "At least the hook has let loose," Veronica told herself in relief.

Aaron sat and watched the entire scene. He almost fell out of his chair when Ingrid lost her balance and went cunt-diving. Then, when Puppy decided to make Ingrid continue working the cunt, he burst out in loud laughter. "God, I love you Puppy," he shouted across the training area. Puppy wriggled her ass insolently at him, but kept her attention on Veronica, administering painful shocks anytime she showed signs of lagging in her cunt-eating mission. Puppy observed that, as usual, Ingrid excelled in most every task given. Nobody could discern that Ingrid was not one hundred percent eager to eat the slave's cunt. It was gamey from the four hour walking exercise and the other punishment sessions earlier in the day; however, Ingrid never faltered in her cunnilingus.

Aaron heaved himself up and looked over at the rest of his kingdom. "Yes," he told himself for the thousandth time in a month, "life is pretty fucking great." With that, he headed over to observe what his other property was doing.

nineteen-year-old had yet to receive her initial session or been subjected to any training. She was silent and apprehensive as she looked at the man that controlled her destiny. One reason for Aaron's uncertainty about her future was the matter of her virginity and tender age. Given the long-term use of a sex slave, popping one's cherry had little value beyond a medical one. Most buyers wanted a clean slate and no fear of disease. Barbara's owner could fuck her anytime without a condom. Even Aaron only fucked his slaves with condoms. Puppy and Ingrid were the only exceptions. Each was on birth control pills, just in case. Aaron made sure that Barbara had no visual contact with any of his slaves or staff beyond himself. "Eventually I have to decide what to do with this little stuck up bitch," he thought. "Unfortunately, the more money I make, the less inclined I am to sentence her to a life of slavery."

Puppy interrupted Aaron's musing and he walked over to her to take an offered sheet of printed paper. It read:

Master, yesterday was the end of Ingrid's first week as Assistant Training Mistress. It also means that she owes you her first day as a voluntary slave. Each week for the next eleven weeks will end in a similar day. This Mistress recommends that her twenty-four hours begin after dinner tonight. She deserves some deprivation after today's unseemly behavior in fucking you without permission. Perhaps she can join Veronica in tomorrow's exercise program. It would be delicious, especially given that she designed the schedule.

Puppy

Aaron read the message and considered the recommendation. As usual, Puppy had the right idea. Ingrid needed the slave time to further program herself as a slave. Aaron nodded and said, "Yes, Puppy. After dinner is fine. She'll go from pampered Mistress to lowly slave, … yes."

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Later, in the early evening hours, the honored guests gathered in Bedroom 4A, now converted from bedroom to dining room for the occasion. Veronica crouched miserably on the concrete floor beside her new owner and tormenter, Aaron Clarke. She had been forced to 'stay' for over an hour while the three diners above enjoyed a scrumptious meal. She knew it was mouthwatering because Aaron, her former lover and husband, threw a tiny sliver of food from each course into her dog bowl. Each time, he held her leash tightly to keep her from moving to eat the food tantalizing her with its odors from the stainless steel bowl. Her stomach rumbled in hunger. The long day's exercise regime and an empty stomach made her ravenous. Veronica's last meal was Friday night, three full days ago.

She was all the more conscious of her own nudity by the others' formal attire. Aaron wore a black tuxedo jacket and a starched white shirt. Even Veronica admitted to herself that he looked powerful and handsome. Other than her wedding day, she had never seen Aaron in formal attire. Her heart ached from her clearly unpardonable sins against him.

Both Puppy and Ingrid wore stunning evening dresses stolen from Belinda's now defunct dress shop. All three honored guests had chosen black and looked ready to attend any elite social event.

Wanda and Katria wore outrageously sexy and stereotyped French Maid outfits that Veronica normally would have sneered at as too slutty or whorish. Now, she would have done anything in order to get their clothing and walk around unbound. The girls wore black stiletto heels and seamed black fishnet stockings. Their garters and the lower cheeks of their black panty covered asses peeked provocatively from under the short frilly skirts each wore. Instead of the normal bib top over a white blouse, Katria and Wanda chose a black corset bustier that plumped up their already large breasts. A small white lacy apron and a starched white cap completed their outfit. The girls had drawn their hair up into a bun hidden under the small cap. Veronica envied the girls their costumes and repeated her silent wish to trade places.

The formal dining scene was marred by only two incongruities. Veronica's naked presence crouched beside her owner and her dog bowl was one. The other was the propulsion system used by Wanda and Katria with the serving cart. Veronica had watched in horror earlier while Ingrid and Puppy prepared the blonde forty-six year-old Belinda Maticevski for her task at the dinner party.

Ingrid started by tightly braiding Belinda's long blonde hair into a painfully snug ponytail atop her head. Using a coil of fine wire, Ingrid tightly looped around and around the braid's base until a one-eighth inch thick wrapping enclosed the base.

Horrified at the next step, both Belinda and Veronica squirmed as Ingrid brandished an old-fashioned hand razor. Ingrid delicately sawed below the loops of wire and Belinda's lustrous hair fell free. Puppy proceeded to slide an electric razor in pass after pass, over Belinda's skull, denuding the woman of any hair atop her head except for the fine, nearly invisible, blonde stubble that remained. Both slaves knew Belinda's fate when Ingrid sprayed shaving gel onto her hand and rubbed it on Belinda's eyebrows and skull.

Next, Belinda was locked into a fiendish arrangement of chains. A thin chain linked each ankle cuff to a matching wrist cuff after first running the chain through a loop on the side of the slave's waist belt. The two chains were short, only about two feet long. Belinda could not stand erect, nor could she kneel upright. The short chains only allowed her to move by using a low, crouching duck-walk. Even that position locked her wrists down against the waist loop. To crawl was impossible as, even with ass high in the air and taking only tiny knee steps, her tits and chin dragged across the floor, unassisted by her useless arms. Belinda couldn't use both hands and feet together.

The serving cart was typical, although not very large, except for the dildo protruding out of one end of the cart at about a thirty-inch height. To move the cart, Belinda had to deep-throat the fake cock and waddle awkwardly forward, her ass just inches from the floor. A chain linked her collar to the cart, locking her in the painful position and retaining the dildo deep in her mouth. A microphone and small speaker amplified the poor woman's snorts and nose noise as she struggled to breathe.

In one additional piece of humiliation, Ingrid had glued the woman's long blonde hair into a hollowed-out butt plug and jammed it into her ass. Each muscle wrenching waddling step swished the formerly beautiful woman's hair across the floor. Veronica's heart sunk when Ingrid whispered that perhaps her new owner would let her audition as furniture.

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The honored guests were sipping their choices of after dinner cordials. Puppy sprawled, quite unladylike, in her dinner chair and rested her tired legs across Veronica's back. Aaron and Puppy were well pleased with the evening.

Ingrid opened the envelope that Aaron slid across the linen-covered tabletop. The flap crackled as she broke a red wax seal and pulled out the small invitation within. It read:

Master Aaron and Mistress Puppy command the presence of slave Veronica at her first of twelve weekly slave sessions. Leave now to prepare as indicated below:

1 – Bathe and douche (both ass and cunt)

2 – Wear your red wig

3 – Lace yourself into a discipline helmet with ringgag and blinders

4 – Go to our bed and chain ankles to wrists

5 – The twenty-four hours begins now

Ingrid gulped and immediately stood up from the table. With a bow, she quietly said, "Master, … Mistress." She took her leave.

Aaron grinned over at Veronica and said, "Eat, Slut!" while loosening his hold on her leash.

Veronica buried her face in the bowl and devoured the meager scraps in seconds. She quivered in horror as her tongue extended and licked the slick surface of the stainless steel bowl; she was still starving. Veronica looked up at her owner and tormenter, and silently pleaded with him for more food.

"Heel!" Aaron commanded and Veronica returned to kneel at his side. "You still hungry little slut?" Aaron asked.

Veronica nodded.

"You can have your fill of chow if you do a task for me," he added.

Without thought, Veronica nodded.

"Good, then it's a deal." With that, Aaron handed over the leash to Puppy who yanked the startled blonde's head toward her crotch.

"Pull up her skirt, take off her panties, and munch away till I stop you. Then, you can eat your fill of dinner."

A mid-nineteenth century waltz started through the room's speaker system. Katria swirled into the room in her elaborate period dress and theatrically waved in her partner. Wanda was equally stunning in her ball gown.

Aaron looked over at Puppy's contented face. Her beautiful black evening dress was crumpled up around her waist and the blonde-haired slave was busy worshiping her pussy. Aaron slid his chair closer to Puppy's, hugged her shoulder, and leaned back to enjoy the first performance by the talented Katria and Wanda. Both Puppy and Aaron were looking forward to the show's transition where to two women metamorphosis from prim and proper dancers to frantically horny lesbian sluts. The show would be arousing.

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Puppy and Aaron stumbled into their bedroom and slightly swaying from too much to drink, stopped to admire the redhead on their bed. Ingrid lay on her back, legs lewdly spread open, with her wrists cuffed to her ankles.

Aaron whispered loudly to Puppy, "Is she expecting great sex or something?" He grinned at their shared thoughts of the woman's upcoming torment. Aaron drew Puppy's gown straps off her shoulders and while kissing her throat, unzipped her dress from her back down to the cleft of her bare ass. Unable to undress her lover with still awkward hands, Puppy waited patiently for Aaron to get naked as well. The two slavers and lovers energetically wrestled and played on the bed, tantalizing the gagged and blinded slave beside them. They paid her no attention as their foreplay became loud and obvious.

Fully erect and ready to fuck, Aaron whispered to his lover, "Hold that thought, duty calls." Aaron crouched between Ingrid's spread legs and looked at her steamy cunt. Her knees moved slowly in an unconscious attempt to lure something into her open pussy hole. Ingrid needed no further foreplay. None was provided.

Aaron lined his cock up from several inches away and fell forward with all his weight. His aim was true and his dick sunk within an inch or so of being fully seated. With a lunge, his pubic bone struck hers and his knob, nine inches inside her steamy cunt, brushed across her cervix.

Ingrid whimpered with need and thrust her hips up as much as possible. She felt the wondrous knob of his dick swirl around her vaginal walls and felt her own hot juices dribble down her ass crack, tickling her asshole. She moaned in lust and increased her pace. Then his dick plopped out with an audible pop and her greedy cunt was empty. She felt Puppy's unique feet press against her side and then she was tumbling off the bed to the carpet below.

"Uhhhh, hooo. Huck he!" Ingrid protested in gag speak. Her cunt spasmed in need, but her fingers were unable to caress her clit or cunt. Above, she heard the rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh as Puppy began to be wildly fucked by her horny owner. "Hucking hunt," Ingrid screeched into her gag.

Aaron's grunts as he fucked into Puppy's talented pussy joined the rhythmic chorus of fleshy slaps in an increasing cadence. Aaron yelled a, "Eiiiii, yes," victory yell as he pumped his cum into Puppy's receptive cunt.

Ingrid cried at her loss and the humiliation of being stuck on the floor all night. The evening did not end in romance and sex as she expected. Somehow, Ingrid thought she would be treated differently than the other slaves. She was wrong; a slave is after all, only a slave.

Enthusiastic sucking and slurping sounds heralded Puppy's desire to go another round. This time, she mounted herself atop her master in the female dominant position. Puppy's talented hips and thrusting cunt set up a slow, steady fucking that Ingrid could plainly hear. The liquid suction sounds continued for a long time before Aaron and his lover collapsed together in a final drawn out climax.

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Veronica's stiff body complained with her every movement. Her face smelled terrible. It was morning, she thought, but she had no clock to confirm the time of day. Aaron and Puppy had just set up her first exercise session of the day.

Unbathed from her evening before, she could still smell the disgusting combination of scents from her crusty face. Puppy's pussy juices were the faintest and most agreeable odor. She still cried in remembrance of what caused the second smell. After servicing Puppy's pussy throughout the long after dinner entertainment, Wanda and Katria cuffed her wrists behind her back, and led her by the leash into the nearby kitchen. She was chained to a bolt in the floor by a short, one foot, section of chain to her collar. Her dog food bowl and a water bowl were set before her. A meaty mound of cold dog food, straight from the can, was heaped in her food bowl.

Katria shoved her face into the gunk and commanded, "Eat all this by morning or you can learn how to be our toilet slave for the next few days." With a slap on her rump, the two giggling co-slaves and lovers, left for their shared cell, cage number 1.

Veronica eyed the heaping stack of stinking food and tentatively licked a little bit. Deciding the smell was far worse than the taste, she let hunger take over and she started to slurp and chew at the gooey mass. Unable to clean her face, she slept with the smell all night. It was worse with the new day.

Veronica's feet cuffs were tightly attached to the floor about shoulder-width apart. Her hands were drawn up and then clipped behind her head to the training collar; the classic surrender pose for soldiers. Still naked, she sat upright in a sit-up position watching Aaron fumble around her waist with another chain. His strong hands grabbed her fleshy ass and drew her forward across the mat. The waist chain held her forward and eliminated any rearward motion of her hips.

Veronica's collar was in the off setting, but Aaron kept her silent with a simple, "Schuss, slave." She wondered what the exercise session was. Waiting, she glanced to her right where another woman was in an identical predicament. The big-tittied redhead was naked save for an uncomfortable looking leather discipline hood. Her gapping mouth, seen through the open zipper of the hood's mouth opening, was clearly caused by a ringgag. The woman's terrified eyes looked at her. The two held eye contact until Veronica was startled by something nudging against her pussy.

Aaron wriggled a short, very fat cock against her cunt lips. Veronica didn't know it, but it was a much shorter version of the huge thing that raped deep into her cunt just days ago. At only eight inches long, it was shorter than Aaron's impressive cock, but the width was daunting, especially in such a 'short' dildo. The normal-sized cock head quickly expanded to a coke-can size. A row of stiff rubber 'fingers' circled its base. Aaron's eyes locked with hers, his lips curled up in a little smile, and he drove it home.

"Ughhhh," involuntarily escaped her lips. She saw Aaron thread a rod into the cock's base and then he locked it into a motorized hydraulic shaft set between her legs. Veronica shuddered, realizing that soon a machine would be fucking her. A small, pillow-shaped pad was set atop the dildo's base and its lead wire plugged into the fucking machine's control box. Next, Aaron adjusted a metal bar across her body, just above her knees. A red plunger pad was centered on the shaft with a digital readout of each side. He slid a thick rubber pad across the mat and placed it behind her.

"Veronica, the idea of this exercise session is simple. You will do sit-ups, or crunches if you want to call them that, at this station. Your forehead hits this button," he emphasized this by hitting the red pad above her knees. "Then you lie back on the mat and let your head hit a matching unit behind you. You start over by hitting the front button, and so on. The computer keeps track of your count," he pointed to the display to the left of the red button. "And," he continued, "the computer counts down from five seconds at the end of each repetition." Here, Aaron pointed to the right display unit. "Delay and you get shocked by your collar. Too few sit-ups and you get shocked harder. Your quota is twelve per minute for the duration of the exercise. To complicate things," he laughed, "Igor here," he tapped the fucking machine, "will be fucking you. Sometimes it will be soft and slow, other times it will be fast, furious, and deep."

He plugged a coiled lead from the machine's control unit into her collar and turned to set up the redhead. Veronica briefly wondered what the slut had done to draw her husband's ire. She still hadn't fully figured out that he was a slaver and could have acquired the woman for any reason or use.

In fact, it was her own training mistress, Ingrid, bound beside her, fulfilling her lost bet to perform one slave day a week. Ingrid was fearful because she had designed this setup and knew from setting up the training schedule that the slow, seemingly easy pace of sit-ups had to be maintained for four hours. The session matched the prior day's walking session at four hours. "Ughh, hop, hasta. Hep he," she begged.

Aaron heard Ingrid begging in a very unmistakable manner and brutally pinched her nipple in response. "Quiet or some fish hooks will exercise these titties of yours while you do your crunches. Obey."

Ingrid stilled and Aaron smiled down at her. He quietly whispered, "At least you greatly please me as Training Mistress. I will be sorry when your twelve weeks are up. Think of reasons to tempt me to renegotiate our deal. Enjoy."

He flicked the master switch and the numeric displays flickered to life. The massive cocks were, as yet, unmoving in the twin cunts. Neither girl reacted in time for their first crunch; the machine triggered a punishing shock from the collars. They began.

Aaron left the two women to their long exercise session and drifted away to other pressing tasks. Puppy headed off to check on Katria and Wanda. Aaron first went to the kitchen to release cunt to begin her daily tasks, starting with cleaning up from the formal dinner the night before. The kitchen was a mess and would take hours for the lowest slave on the rung to clean.

Cunt was in some sort of duress. Her only free body part, her ass convulsed around the butt-plug as she sprawled on the floor. After dinner, Cunt had been released from the mouth dildo, but the inflatable anal plug with her blonde tresses attached had not been removed. Aaron took slight pity upon her and yanked out the oversized butt plug. Shit immediately began to flow past the brutalized anal sphincter. Cunt simply couldn't hold shit inside her with the expanded ass grommet.

Aaron whipped off his belt and slashed at the chained woman's ass and breasts. "Bad, Cunt! Now you have another mess to clean." Aaron locked a twenty-foot chain to her right ankle and removed the remainder of her bondage. "Shower time is after your chores are finished. Get going, Cunt." With a final splat from his belt, Aaron grinned and strode away towards his private warehouse office. Unless Aaron used a master controller only he held, even Puppy couldn't get her collar past the ground loop and into his private office area.

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Aaron considered his stable of women and his plans for them. Belinda Maticevski (Cunt) was currently living in cage number 5. Aaron typed a note for Puppy's e-mail box with a set of commands changing cage assignments. Cunt would sleep on a rubber pad in Kitchen 1A with the twenty-foot chain lead. The closest she would come to beds from now on was while changing the linens in the various cages and bedrooms of the warehouse. This freed up one cell.

Current stock:

• Cage Number/Name Age/Hair Color Status

• 1-Wanda Alvernon 22-brunette caged and in training

• 1-Katria Sjogreen 26-blonde caged, in training

• 2-Ingrid Gaviard 36-black hair caged, temp assigned as assistant trainer

• 3-Sandy Hamilton 26-blonde caged, in training

• 4-Barbara Michaels 19-blonde caged, virgin, not started training

• Belinda Maticevski 46-blonde caged, fulltime laundry cunt

• Emily Davis 26–blonde for sale to Hosni Yassin

• Pamela Bondi 25–brunette for sale to Hosni Yassin

• June Curl 25–black-hair for sale to Hosni Yassin

• Veronica Clarke 23-blonde for sale to Hosni Yassin

• Helen Powell 27–black-hair caged, catch and release program

• Regina Tyre 26–brunette caged, catch and release program

• Karen Rigden 24–black-hair caged, catch and release program

• Connie Baxter 32-blonde free – B.V.I.

• Sophia Lenz 22-blonde free – freelance summer hooking in B.V.I.

• Rochelle Grosso 22-brunette free – freelance summer hooking in B.V.I.

• Puppy 27-hairless pug Slave Mistress and Chief Trainer

Aaron considered what to do with the virgin nineteen-year-old blonde, Barbara Michaels. Earlier, he considered throwing her in with the freighter cargo in hopes of a bonus from the Egyptian buyer. Steve Austin, Aaron's partner, sent him an e-mail rejecting that idea. While rich, and generous in his own way, Hosni rigidly followed the terms of any agreement he entered into. He would pay nothing extra for Barbara unless they renegotiated the deal. Steve felt it was too late for that.

Aaron was now considering using the slut slave Sandy Hamilton in the role he initially envisioned for her; a switch-hitting submissive bitch / dominant mistress. Ingrid negotiated that exact role for herself, at least for the next twelve weeks. Aaron fully intended to convince Ingrid to barter for an extension. He grinned thinking about the possibilities. He loved chess and complicated plots. "Yes, life is good, Marine," he repeated his mantra to himself as he grinned anew.

He turned to his bank of monitors and switched the nearest monitor to cage number three. Sandy was still lying on her bed, naked save for the ubiquitous dog-training collar worn by all women in the warehouse. Her transformation in just one week was noticeable. The twenty-six year old former bartender had started out slightly chunky at 135 pounds. Puppy and Ingrid's training regime and rigid diet had already dropped six pounds off her petite frame. The extra leanness, accentuated by her still D-cup breasts, made the blonde stunning. Aaron planned to get her down to about 123 pounds. His cock twitched at the thought. "Hmmm, nice," he muttered.

Aaron had video and two-way audio throughout most of the warehouse. Each cell also had a small color printer for receiving instructions from Puppy, or anyone else with access to the warehouse local area network. Aaron typed in a message and directed it to the printer simply identified as Cell-3.

Sandy heard the quiet chatter of her printer and she walked over naked to see what was next in store for her. She thought her life sucked. The woman she had enjoyed humiliating, Ingrid, now ran her training regime with a tight-fist. Sandy was outwardly a willing slave. She still remembered the Thai hot sauce and coaches' liniment on the dildos in her ass and cunt. "Never again," she vowed.

The message read:

1 – Wash your hands and face

2 – Ringgag yourself

3 – Lock wrists to waist

4 – Kneel at your cell door and wait

It was unsigned. Sandy didn't care anyway. Her lot was to obey. She quickly complied and waited patiently for a Master or Mistress.

Aaron finished rearranging the sleeping assignments and thought them much improved. With three women departing on Friday, the new arrangements allowed for three new acquisitions. After Cage 5 was emptied Friday, two beds were free in that cage and one other was already available in Cage 4. Aaron thought it a good plan.

Cage 1 – Katria (26) and Wanda (22)

Cage 2 – Sandy (26) and Barbara (19)

Cage 3 – Helen (27) and Regina (26)

Cage 4 – Karen (24)

Cage 5 – Emily (26), Pamela (25), June (25), Veronica (23) (all four depart Friday)

Kitchen 1A – Cunt

Upstairs above Puppy – Ingrid (36)

Aaron returned to his warehouse office with Sandy Hamilton in tow. She had not been out of the training area before and wondered what was in store for her. Her eyes longingly flickered to a bed in the corner and she wondered if she could convince Aaron to change his mind about her status. She followed Aaron's orders and knelt down. His sure hands brushed across her waist and one wrist fell free, only to be quickly drawn back and attached to her ankle. She now had to lean back a little in order for hand and ankle to touch. His hands repeated their actions on her other arm. She felt a blindfold cover her eyes and then he left her. Sandy heard papers rustling at his desk and realized he had gone back to work.

"Sandy, look toward my voice. Your collar is now off." Aaron spoke.

Sandy blindly turned her head toward where the bed was. "How did he get over there so quietly?" she wondered.

"Do you like your position here?"

Without hesitation, Sandy shook her head no.

"I thought that you liked bondage and games. Isn't this just what you always wanted?" he bantered with the cowed slave. Aaron knew full well that she really had aspired to be a fulltime dominatrix. She was much more into humiliating others and all aspects of sex.

"Hoo Hastee. Hoo," she tried to verbalize her unhappiness with how things worked out.

"But, you are a slut, aren't you?"

She slowly nodded.

"Honesty is good, Sandy. Yes, you certainly were a slut the night we tricked Ingrid, the stewardess. Did you like that night?"

She nodded a little more quickly this time.

"Hmmm, so what is wrong with your present status? Maybe you dream of being on top again. Is that it?"

Sandy nodded and kept on nodding. She had a lot to say and no way to do it.

"Maybe we should sit down and talk about your future. However, you can't talk now, can you? Puppy would be mad at me if I simply took off your gag. Hmmm, what to do?" Of course, Aaron Clarke knew exactly what was going to happen next. He just wanted to tease the poor woman and let her earn it. "I've got it. A contest would work. Hmmm, how about I unzip my pants and give you five minutes to find my cock, deep-throat it, and suck it dry? Yes, that's it. Start, … now!"

Sandy was getting her hopes up with the way the conversation was going. She didn't mind oral sex, Puppy sure had her practicing a lot lately. He said start and she leaned forward to knee-walk to his voice. She promptly fell onto the floor, face first, the contest was over, she lost.

Aaron watched as Sandy tried to move without considering her unique bondage position. Essentially, she started in an upright, kneeling version of a hogtie. She fell forward, hard. Now, she was stuck, nothing would get her up and moving toward his cock. To move, she should have simply shuffled each leg forward and inch or so and then repeated the motion with the other leg. Maintaining balance meant keeping a slight backward lean. Aaron pulled off his belt and proceeded to whip her ass and the backs of her thighs. She needed punishing for failing so miserably.

Sandy heard a whistling sound and knew she was going to be whipped. The first line of fiery pain gripped her left ass cheek and she screamed. He struck her again and again. Sandy tried, but she couldn't move. Finally, it was over and his strong hands cupped her armpits and dragged her back to her original position.

"Slaves are stupid, mindless, fuckmeat. Is that you, Sandy? Are you just useless fuckmeat? One last chance. You better stop and think before you move. Fail again, and you join Cunt for a few weeks. Have you seen her new hairless look? Think, … fuckmeat or part time Mistress. Time starts, … now!"

This time Sandy held still and tried to clear her head. The pain was distracting and she had to focus past it. She let her hands grasp her ankles. With knees spread shoulder-width, and slightly leaning back, she felt stable. She tried to slide a knee and lower leg forward and inch or so. It worked. She was moving.

Aaron smiled as the confused slave crept slowly toward him. She would reach him within two minutes of the start. Knowing how well she did in her oral classes, Aaron was sure she could do an acceptable job in the last three minutes. If not, then he would cheat and give her a little more time. After all, he needed something from her. It was for the best if she thought her new position was earned. The downside was that Aaron was dead tired and he still needed to talk with Puppy about revising the training schedule for Sandy Hamilton and Barbara Michaels. Sandy would have to follow the same introductory training in being a Mistress that Ingrid had undergone. Plus, while Barbara had not undergone a breaking in, she still needed exercise. Aaron continued to be confused about what to do with Barbara. Thoughts such as, "What type sexual training do you give to a virgin? What break-in session should Puppy and I subject her to?" ran through his mind.

Sandy finally felt her knees slide under a bed frame and knew Aaron's legs were on either side of her. She had to commit herself. She leaned forward and nearly cried in relief when her chin hit his crotch. Fingers enclosed her skull and pulled her forward onto his cock. "Thank god," she thought, "at least he's going to do most of the work. All I have to do is suck him into my throat and massage his cock with my esophagus and mouth.

Aaron felt his dick leap down Sandy's throat from the strong suction. Within seconds, her throat and mouth were massaging him in unison. "Yes, it is great to be alive," he thought.

Author: Desert Dog ****** E-Mail: Desertlickingdog at yahoo dot com

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