After a while, my body and
mind gave into exhaustion and I managed to fall asleep. I was woken by two
women standing in front of me, one of the two had placed her running shoe on my
face, squishing my face into the muddy ground I was sleeping on, while the
other went about the process of removing my bonds and stuffing.
"Did you sleep well piggie?" the woman pressing down on my face
asked. I nodded my head and replied was about to reply to her, when the second
woman took a pair of panties and shoved them in my mouth. I assumed these two
had been out running or exercising because the panties stunk and tasted like
sweat. I let out a couple of pathetic whimpers as the girl above me removed her
foot and let the other wrapped black tape around the panties keeping them snug
in my mouth. "suck those panties clean piggie, you need your nutrition for
the day you're about to have" the woman standing above me giggles, as I am
brought to my hands and knees, with the woman grabbing a huge chunk of my hair
and giving it a hard pull forward, keeping my eyes facing the ground. The two
mystery women drag me by my hair and on my hands and knees to a wall maybe 20
feet away. They order me to stand and face the wall. I obey, and as soon as I
am upright, a huge gush of water hits me square in the back. I am slammed into
the wall, as the icy cold water hits every inch of my body. The water washed
away all the slime and dirt and cum from my body but it hurt like hell too,
especially when it was focused directly on my ass and pussy. When they were
satisfied with my back, they had me turn around and they hosed my front down
too. They paid extra attention to my breasts and pussy, again, occasionally
spraying the water directly on my face. The face shots blinded me and made me
choke a bit, but the shots directly on my pussy from the front, made me drop to
the ground.
Finally hosed off, the two came back towards me, and I finally got a glimpse of
them. These two were also blonde, and looked like volleyball players, not an
ounce of fat on them, both wearing spandex exercise outfits, which flaunted
their perfect forms. They look like they can barely drink legally, and here
they are, in complete control of me, and I’m sitting here captivated drooling
over them
"the dirty hair is checking us out huh" one of the women ask, doing a
couple of quick model type poses, showing off her perfection and her class.
"NO BODY TOLD YOU TO LOOK AT US YOU WHORERAG!!" she screams the other
as she approaches me, "KEEP YOUR FUCKING EYES ON THE GROUND WHORE".
They both quickly advance on me, and get me back on my hands and knees. One of
them sits on my back, wrapping her legs around my stomach, and starts squeezing
with her thighs, making it hard for me to breathe. The other swats my ass with
something hard, and tells me to crawl forward. The girl who’s riding me, pulls
my hair back again, letting me see in front of me. "MUSH MUSH MUSH
DOG!!" is all I hear from the girl behind me, slapping my ass if I don’t
move fast enough (which I never seem to do) I am ridden down a grassy hill and
onto a wooden deck patio and made to stop in front of a metal gate. The girl
gets off and orders me to kneel in front of a tall metal column. While
kneeling, my hands are placed into snug fingerless gloves and I am blindfolded.
I am pushed back, so that my back is pressed against the metal pole, and I hear
two clicks, followed by my arms being raised above my head. I am pulled to my
feet, until I am on my tip toes, with my back still against the pole. In this
position, my ankles are shackled to the floor. The girls next take my hair and
pull it behind me, pressing my head back against the pole. It takes a minute to
realize, they are tying my hair TO the pole. Soon my entire body is bound and I
am unable to move at all. The bonds stretch me, so I am forced to stand on my
tip toes and try to stay as balanced as I possibly can. To put the finishing
touches on me, I feel clamps being applied tightly to my nipples and clit. The
clamps on my nipples have bells on them, so every time I move , the bells
jingle, and sway back and forth. The clamp on my clit was the most devilish,
they attached something to that clamp that ran up the pole, pulling my clit
sharply upwards to the sky. If I made any move down on my heels at all, my clit
felt like it was going to be ripped off. I whimpered a weak objection and moan
at the same time, which got a giggle and a slap across the face from my
tormentors "There a slutty dirty haired statue all ready for her
inspection. Stay still you filthy piece of shit... unless you like being beaten
that is whore. bye bye for now" the girls giggle, and walk off. I try to
stay as still as I can, but by feet tire and I slide up and down the pole
occasionally... applying pressure to my clit clamp and wrists when I slide down,
and tiring out my legs and body when I slide up.
After several long tedious minutes, I hear voices, and movement next to me.
Another girl is getting the same treatment I received. All I can hear are two
girls (different from the ones who brought me I think) and a muted girl
whimpering, as she is prodded and bound like I was. Over the next hour I heard
this repeated half a dozen times. By the time we were all bound, we were a
chorus of whimpers, moans, and jingling bells. This had to be right around
noontime, because the temperature was now starting to heat up, and I began to
get very sweaty. The sweat and heat in combination with the bondage, and the
strain on my body compounded things. I could tell it was having the same effect
for the other girls too, as all of our whimpers were getting louder and louder.
I was hardly able to stay as high on my tip toes as I was at the beginning, so
my clit was constantly being pulled up, and with my attempts at balance also
failing, the nipple clamps and bells were swaying back and forth. I was a
complete wreck, an odd combination of disheveled, sweaty, bound, horny, hungry
and tired. In this condition, I heard a group of heels clicking towards me.
"Stand still you filthy wretch" a beautiful british voice chirped at
me from a few inches away from my face. I tried to stand still, but my
condition made that very difficult. As I was forced to stand there, I felt
three pairs of hands groping and poking at my body. The first set began running
their hands roughly over my legs, pushing in and pulling on skin, checking on
my muscle tone and fat. The second did the same to my stomach, poking in,
pulling and squishing my stomach and my back. The third began inspecting my
insides, sliding one, then two, then three, then four fingers inside my pussy,
pushing inside me as far as she wished, and then expanding her hand and
contracting it. It didn’t feel sexual, I felt like I was being examined and
measured... for what I could only imagine. The same process was done to my ass,
I was amazed when the woman was able to get her fourth finger inside me. If she
tried that before this whole thing started, I don’t think she could fit 2 in
there. Then as suddenly as the prodding started, it stopped.
"Ok.. let’s have a rundown of its evaluation score shall we?" The
british woman’s voice began "Overall I'd rate it about a 6.7, stamina is
poor, and you notice here above the left breast and here by the belly button
there are slight blemishes. Furthermore, its ass is too large for its frame, and
its legs are a little too short. Ladies, what did your body inspection come up
with?" As my ego dipped to an all time low, a second voice began "
Its legs showed very little fat content, but did not show any real definition
either, its got overall fairly decent legs, but nothing terribly exciting. My
rating is a 6.3" As I stood there, now near tears as I was being graded
like a piece of beef, wishing I could muster any kind of actual words to object
to the raters. They didn’t see me as a human, but as a thing, and who was I
kidding, bound and helpless as I was, they were probably right. The next judge
continued "Its stomach showed little definition, and there is definitely
work to be done on it. There is an evident 4 pack, but there is nearly a half
of an inch of skin that I pulled. Its sides are not defined, neither is its
lower abs or its navel. Rating is 5.7" The brit chimed in. Hmm only a 6.2
overall after the first three rounds. That is pathetic bitch. You know if you
score lower than a 7, you get sent to boot camp for three weeks to improve your
score before we would even consider letting you leave this campus don’t
you?" I didn’t have a clue what she was talking about, but three weeks of
something worse than this scared me to death, so I shuddered and began to whimper
and try shaking my head. I was quickly slapped again, and told to stay still
for the final ranking. "Ok, bitch, you better hope Judge Abi liked your
insides as much our friends all did last night" "I was able to get
complete insertion of all four fingers to my knuckles in both its pussy and in
its ass. It had sufficient wetness to allow for insertion easily, and there was
no evident foul odor. Its lips and ass have excellent definition, a slight
extra puffiness of its lips, but overall it was about what I'd expect from a
dirty fucktoy. Its rating is a 9.5" My mind raced and hoped that the one
good score would be enough to not have me go through boot camp. "Well
bitch, looks like the only thing your good for is your ass and pussy. As if you
needed us to tell you that wretch. You are pathetic, the only passing grade you
got was because of your filthy dirty pussy and ass. But, Judge Abi liked them,
even if she was probably too kind to them, you have passed... barely, with a 7.
Congratulations fuckdoll. Fuckdoll is your name as long as you are here, but of
course a Golden Gamma may address you as fuckdoll or anything else she desires
at ANY time" What was a Golden Gamma I wondered? Of course I couldn't ask
or do anything, my releif at passing was short lived, as the judges made their
way down to the next bound girl and left me in my bondage. I couldn’t hear what
the other girls ratings were, but I know only one failed her rating. She began
crying as her bonds were cut and she was dragged away on the spot. Her example
made the rest of us very silent and fearful for as long as the judges were
around.
After the judging and the letting us stew in our bondage and sweat, we were all
released from our bondage, and our blindfolds and gags removed. Our hands were
bound behind us again and forced to get into a single file line. I was the 4th
one from the front, stranding behind a brunette who looked like a runway model.
She was so beautiful and slender, nearly 5'11 and maybe 120 pounds. Her
straight black hair was behind her in a pony tail, I was instantly jealous and
felt inadequate even looking at her. A blonde in a black skirt, bra and knee
high boots began making her way down the line of us, taking a chain and
connecting our clit clamps to each other, making sure we are all only a few
inches behind the other. The woman worked her way back up the row of us
attaching a set of blinders to our heads. These blinders stuck out about 2
inches past our eyes, denying us any peripheral vision. We were also fitted
with a thick collar, and the our blinders were linked up to the collar of the
woman in front of us forcing our heads, and eyes to only see the back of the
girl in front of me, with my breasts pressed firmly against her back. I was not
alone as I felt a woman pressing her breasts into my back. Movement was nearly
impossible, so we stood there, all in a row in silence until I felt tug in our
chain, and the five of us stumbled forward, the chains on our clits and heads
tugging and causing their intended discomfort as we were marched around in
circles. I could hear other women milling around us, hooting at us, yelling out
at us, calling us names, spitting at us, and throwing nasty disgusting slop at
our slowly marching bodies. We arrived at a point, where the marching stopped
and we were forced to our knees. This was made very very difficult and painful,
as the chains binding our clits were stretched to the limit. Our captors
alternated the positioning of our legs when kneeling to allow us minimal pain,
but now there was absolutely no space between our bodies. My clit is now tugged
in both directions by every breath and moan taken by the girls in front and in
back of me, the constant stimulation of all of us is causing us to rock and tug
and pant ever so slightly, with this arousal building over time, we are
helpless to do anything about it. I feel the woman’s bound hands in front of me
slowly pawing at me massaging my stomach, achingly, needing some type of sexual
release, and am nearly powerless to not do the same to the girl behind me.
trying to rub her to pleasure her with my bound fingerless hands. As we build
and build, a voice speaks
"Welcome and congratulations to the newest class of dirty haired slaves to
the Golden Gammas. You have been selected out of an assortment of playthings
that some of our girls have been collecting for the past several months. This
is really quite an honor for your 'kind'. As we tend to tire of most dirty
haired bitches like yourselves fairly quickly. Each of you has been recommended
for being fully introduced into a life of sexual servitude to the Golden Gamma
Goddesses. The Golden Gammas are an elite clique of superior blonde women who
enjoy the good things in life and recognize that we are the most desired and
valuable commodity on the planet. People naturally worship the ground we walk
on, and bend over backwards to do our bidding. It amuses us to keep dirty
hairs, or 'brunettes' as our sexual playthings, to tease, torment and generally
dominate. Most dirty hairs don’t even know this is happening, but you all want
to be just like us. We are everywhere, we know it, and some lucky sluts like
you, get to do what you do naturally, serve us. You don't need to know much
else about us, other than you will be put through a proper conditioning period,
where you will learn your true place over the next few months. This
conditioning will begin right away with a competition among you to see which of
you is the filthiest whore. Our beloved Kari has brought us the last three
winners, so fido.. no wait, fuckdoll, you come with high expectations. Each of
you already know your handler, and you will represent her when you are
competing. Raquel, since your selection failed to qualify, you will be
taskmistress for this seasons competion. Begin by gathering the dirty hairs at
the starting line"
While the speech I just heard was sinking in, I felt hands undoing the chains
running to my clit and from my blinders. I was led on my hands and knees to one
of five posts in the ground. A leash was placed around my neck and attached to
the post, while my ankles were tied to my thighs and I was told to remain on
all fours. I noticed that each of the five of us were getting the same
treatment. When we were all bound and left at our posts, we started to look
over each other, all of us had a blend of fear, confusion, and arousal in our
eyes. I noticed the tall woman who was in front of me was now at the pole to my
left, and she was staring me down, challenging me. I could tell that there was
going to be an actual competition. How in the world did all this happen to me?
What was going to happen to me? What would Miss Kari do to me if I didn’t
win?...
