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Chapter 17
Once in the training room Scully’s new mistress had her kneel erect
with her hands clasped behind her neck and then began to give her a thorough
inspection. As the hands of the woman who had promised to introduce the captive
FBI agent to a whole new world of pain began to run gently but firmly over her
body Scully soon began to feel the increasingly familiar signs of arousal,
despite her fear. One hand of the woman handling her cupped Rusty’s left
breast, with the thumb inscribing a circling motion around a nipple that seemed
hardly to need any encouragement at all to spring to full erection. The pet
trainer’s other hand then traced a path down the naked slut’s face, brushing
back her mane of red hair as it did so.
“My, you really are a beauty, aren’t you?” Scully’s captor asked
rhetorically, as her roving hands began to move steadily south. “Wonderful
hair, amazingly clear eyes, flawless skin… An absolute work
of art – physically at least. And, once we train your mind to properly
grasp your new status, then you will truly be a masterpiece.”
Scully stayed immobile and silent as the female trainer continued her
physical examination but her mind began to race. She could sense an aura of
pure will emanating from the woman who was probing her body so intimately and
expertly; an aura that she found utterly compelling. “What would it be like to
have a relationship with a woman like this out in the real world?” Rusty
thought to herself as her body was expertly coaxed into the state of lustful
readiness that its true owner desired. “I would never have thought it just a
day or two ago but I think I could be happy – truly happy – with my work during
the day and a life as the pampered pet of a dominant older woman like this by
night.”
Her trainer’s wandering hands had by now found their way between
Scully’s legs and the kneeling pet gave a small involuntary gasp of lust as a
probing finger began to gently tease her cuntlips apart. “Ah, I see that the
boys weren’t exaggerating about you, little one,” Rusty heard the
French-accented voice of her captor whisper in her ear. “I have only been
handling you for a minute or so and already your body has moved into a state of
high arousal. You truly are an absolute slut and I think that you already know
it. But you are not yet an obedient slut, are you?”
“Are you, little one?” Scully’s trainer asked again, an insistent note
suddenly in her voice. “I don’t understand… errrm… ma’am,” Scully replied
hesitatingly, once she had realised that a response was required. “I am trying
to obey. Please don’t hurt me. I am trying to do what you want.”
“Precisely my point,” Rusty’s trainer observed, smiling like the cat who has just caught the canary. “You are trying to obey –
which, by definition, means that you are not obeying. Obedience is not an act,
or even an action. It is a state of mind. You have worked out that doing what
you are told brings immense pleasure and not doing what you are told terrible
pain and have adjusted your behaviour accordingly but you are nowhere near obedient.
You will only be truly obedient when you realise that it was always your destiny to be owned, when you understand that spending
the rest of your days as a pet, an animal, something both less than and more
than the human being you used to be, is the only way that you can ever achieve
true fulfilment. One day you will realise that you are responding to your
owner’s commands instantly and without question and to the best of your ability
not because you fear pain or even because you crave the physical satisfaction
that acquiescence brings but because pleasing your owner is the thing that
brings you the greatest satisfaction of all within the very heart of your soul.
And that, little slut, is obedience.”
All throughout this lengthy speech Scully could feel her body begin its
preparations to betray her once again. But, at the same time, her mind did its
best to rebel against the words that it was hearing… and yet, and yet… As her
orgasm approached Rusty could not help herself from
imagining a possible future – a future where she had her life back as a
respected FBI agent but had fallen under the spell of an older, dominant
lesbian. If her owner in this imaginary world had even a fraction of the
natural air of authority about her that Scully’s current captor had, and if her
‘consensual’ owner out there in the real world one day announced that it was
time for her pet Rusty to leave the world of human beings, of careers, of
independence, and become a full-time, 24/7 pet, would she have the strength,
the willpower to resist? Or would she just meekly say, “Yes, Mistress,” and
immediately quit her job and prepare to spend the rest of her life owned like
an animal, just because that was what her owner wanted?
As Scully gazed into the eyes of the woman who was painstakingly edging
her along the path towards yet another earth-shattering cum she shivered inside
at the vision of herself voluntarily surrendering the last of her humanity to a
mythical mistress. Because the vision was all too real.
And because her current situation was, of course, all too
real. She had been taken captive by a group of men and woman who had
already revealed the latent slut within her with almost ridiculous ease. And if
they wanted to brainwash her into believing that a lifetime of total obedience
was really the best existence she could ever hope for then could she really
resist, alone and friendless as she was?
Scully’s current tormentor was known amongst the slut trainers in the
complex as The Countess, only half-jokingly, due to her foreign accent,
impeccable manners and natural air of authority. The exchanging of personal
information between training staff was actively discouraged, however, and so no
one apart from those at the very top level knew that she was genuinely a member
of one of
Felice (her real name) looked down with joy at the distressed pet
beneath her. Little Rusty reminded her in many ways of the very first human
animal she had tamed, back when she was just 15. The bitch in question had been
a 16-year old maid at her family’s chateau, the daughter of two of the family’s
long-standing servants. Once the little slut had caught the eye of the eldest
daughter of the master of the house her fate had been sealed; Felice had soon
convinced her that a failure to obey her every whim would result in dismissal
and ruin for the entire family and so within just a couple of days of her
employment beginning the reluctant 16 year old girl had learnt to spend most of
her waking hours naked and collared, waiting on her young owner for the chance
to indulge in a little pussy licking.
Since those halcyon days, almost 30 years past now, The Countess had
tamed many, many reluctant young ladies and there wasn’t much about the mental
anguish that each of her pets experienced as they were converted that she
didn’t know about. But that didn’t stop each one from being special, different,
unique in some small way.
And what made the horny little redhead beneath her distinctive was that
she was clearly only now, as a captive, beginning to understand how her body
truly worked. The Countess had reviewed the training tapes from the first two
days of Scully’s captivity and what was most remarkable about them was the constant
expression of wonderment on the slut’s face as orgasm after orgasm hit.
And now it was time to introduce the reluctant pet to another brand new
sensation (“Well almost,” The Countess thought to herself as she remembered
Rusty’s first fucking at the hands of the old man after a brief session of
discipline with a riding crop.) – the delicious
texture of pain when applied in a raw sexual context.
“Would you like to cum, little one?” The Countess
asked, staring deep into Scully’s needy eyes as she did so. “Yes please,
ma’am,” Scully replied promptly, and accurately. “Well, I shall grant you that
privilege, and probably quite soon, little one, but first you do need to be
spanked,” The Countess said, smiling slightly to herself as the animal beneath
her flushed instinctively at this news. “Now, come here and drape yourself
across my lap.”
With these words Rusty’s trainer walked across the training room and
sat herself down on an overstuff divan against one of the walls. Scully
hesitated, just for a second, but then rose and walked slowly over to her
tormentor and then clumsily began to position herself across her mistress’
knee, as ordered. “Better to just obey and get this over with,” she thought to
herself, and was rather surprised to hear the woman above her say: “No! That is
not the attitude I expect of a slut about to receive a bare bottom spanking
from her mistress. Now go back to where you were originally and then come back
again – and this time I want to see you moving like a bitch who is eagerly anticipating
her punishment because if a mistress wishes to inflict pain upon one of her
pets then the human animal in question must learn to offer herself with active
enthusiasm.”
Confused by these words Scully clumsily clambered to her feet once
again and moved back across the room. Then, turning, she paused for a moment to
gather herself. She did not want to be spanked but it
was apparently required that she pretend that she did. Steeling herself inside, Rusty plastered a plastic smile onto her
face and began to walk seductively across the room, swinging her hips in a
lascivious manner as she did so, just as she had been taught in dance class the
previous day.
“No” her trainer barked once again, however, this time before she was
even half way across the room. “It is painfully obvious to me that you are
faking it. I want the real thing. And I want it now.”
Scully returned once again to her starting position, thinking
desperately back to the previous day when she had been forced to perform the
same dance routine over and over until, eventually, her conscious mind had been
forced to yield to the slut within and she had given herself completely to her
trainer. She knew that she could certainly perform like that again, that she
could swagger towards the woman who would then spank her bare ass with genuine
enthusiasm for the orgasm that would surely follow her beating; but that wasn’t
what her torturer wanted. No, this woman wanted Rusty to offer herself gladly
for the spanking itself, with no thought for what might or might not happen
thereafter. Except Rusty didn’t want to be spanked.
With her mind unable to square this circle Scully stood frozen on the
spot, terrified that disobedience would bring agony from her implant but unable
to move because she knew that she could not obey in the way that her captor
wanted.
The Countess stared at Scully for several long seconds. And then picked
up a walkie-talkie lying on a nearby table and spoke into it, just out of
Scully’s earshot.
She then resumed her place on the sofa and held up a hand and commanded
her pet bitch to: “Stay!”
The two women then gazed at each other in silence for a minute until
the door to the training room opened and the tamed Asian pet called Honey came
in, on the end of a leash held by the pet trainer who had taught Rusty to dance
the previous day.
“You of course remember Honey here, and in particular her talented
tongue,” The Countess said to Scully, gesturing as she did towards the obedient
Oriental. “And of course Wade here will be a very familiar figure already. And
they are both here to assist in developing your understanding of just how
powerless you are in this situation and how the sooner you surrender completely
the better it will be for everybody.”
“If you please,” she continued, gesturing towards the male pet trainer
as she did so and Wade, smiling, immediately began to rifle through a nearby
box of equipment until he found what he was looking for.
“Honey, ‘present’,” he said, rising, and the Asian slut instantly
dropped to the floor with the palms of her hands and her forearms flat on the
ground and her tight, olive-skinned ass raised high, with her legs spread wide.
Wade then moved to behind where the Oriental animal was displaying herself in a
position of total vulnerability and Scully saw for the first time that he was
holding what appeared to be a cattle prod.
“Now, my pet, this is what is going to happen,” The Countess went on.
“The little Asian slut here is going to suffer, and suffer a great deal, until
I get the obedience I require from you. Now, come over here and drape yourself
over my lap for a spanking.”
Scully’s heart froze as cold as ice at these words. Poor Honey was
going to be tortured and it was her fault. “I have to think like a submissive,
just for a few minutes, until this is all over,” she thought to herself. “I’m a
sick little slut. I really want to be spanked. I’m a sick little slut. I really
want to be spanked. I’m a sick little slut…” And, repeating these words to herself over and over again, Scully began her walk over to
the seated sadist. “No!” said The Countess once again, before Scully was even
half way across the floor. “Try again.” And with these words she gestured to
Wade, who had no hesitation in applying the cattle prod to the unprotected anus
of the Asian submissive.
Honey shuddered visibly at the touch of the prod and emitted a low moan
but did not scream or lose her position. “That was the lowest setting and this
slut had been extensively trained in pain management techniques,” Wade said to
Scully, smiling as he did. “But even she can’t hold out against level three,
which we will reach very soon unless you do what you are told.”
Scully made several more attempts at crossing the room towards her fate
in the following minutes but each of them failed and soon the tamed Oriental,
for all her training, was screaming and crying on the floor as the cattle prod
did its work on her sensitive asshole and pussy. Scully noted, however, that
after each assault by the prod the Asian slut immediately resumed her ‘present’
position; there were no attempts to cover herself from the next attack or plead
for mercy or, indeed, do anything apart from obey and stay posed as her owners’
required.
And then, as Scully steeled herself for one more try, she looked down
at the abused slut beneath her and was astonished to see the prostrate Oriental
look up at her and actually smile through her tears. “You see how eager Honey
here is to be of service to her owners,” Wade said, looking into Scully’s eyes
as he noticed the exchange of glances between the two sluts. “We are as Gods to
her, now that she is fully trained.” “And Goddesses,” he added hastily, after a
highly political cough from the seated Countess. “Now, Honey, go and show this
stupid Caucasian bitch how a slut should offer herself for a spanking.”
At this command the Asian pet rose instantly and visibly composed
herself for a second. Then she began to glide across the floor towards her
fate, her every movement oozing sexual tension. As she reached the seated
female pet trainer she then began to drape herself over the lap of the woman
who would soon be spanking her with the exaggerated manner of a performer in a
classical Chinese opera. And all the while her face glowed. Scully could never
remember seeing such pure joy in the face of, well, anyone. Ever.
And then the Countess began to spank the obedient Oriental slut. Scully
watched with a combination of horror and fascination as the middle-aged trainer
began to turn the ass of the tamed Asian animal a delicate shade of pink. Then,
however, she felt two strong hands grasp her and turn her away from the
fascinating sight. “I was going to fuck you good and hard after your dance
session yesterday but unfortunately you passed out before I had the chance,”
Wade explained as he grasped Scully’s buttocks and lifted her up into the air.
Scully looked down as he spoke and noticed with shock that he had already
unzipped his pants, revealing a rampant erection. She was going to be rap…
Before the thought was even fully formed Wade lowered the weakly
struggling female down onto his cock and impaled her up to the hilt. Well
prepared as she had been by the ministrations of The Countess Rusty was already
soaking wet and answered her latest penetration only with a loud moan of lust,
wrapping her legs around the waist of her rapist as she did so.
“Thank God I’m being fucked,” Rusty thought to herself as Wade walked
her towards a convenient wall and then began to thrust away. “Once I’ve cum
then I can clear my head and think and it appears, thank God, that Honey’s
torture is over, at least for the time being.”
Scully’s trainers had no intention of letting her off the hook so
easily, however, and, as her orgasm approached, her rapist took hold of both
nipples and gave them a sharp tweak each. The pain that this caused temporarily
sucked the pleasure out of Rusty’s latest fucking and she could almost see the
orgasm retreat into the distance as her pert tits continued to be abused.
“You only get to cum when you have properly offered yourself for a
spanking,” Wade whispered in the ear of the slut he was busy taking. “I’m only
fucking you because I want to cum inside you. Christ, you’re such a stupid slut
you don’t even seem to have realised that your pleasure in being fucked is
purely incidental. You exist from now on solely to please others. Your betters.
That is all.”
And as she was fucked, good and hard, Rusty several times felt her cum
approach, only to be forced away by pain as her rapist controlled her, playing
her like a flesh and blood musical instrument. And after a while Wade came with
a deep sigh, leaving Scully once again on the brink of something very special.
The pet trainer dropped his now well used fucktoy like a rag doll once he had
done and Scully just lay where she had fallen, too stunned and scared to try
anything active.
“Now pet, why don’t you try crawling over here for a well deserved
spanking?” Looking up, Scully saw The Countess still sitting on her divan with
Honey now sitting at her feet, her own spanking presumably all over with.
And so she did. The knowledge, newly reinforced, that her captors could
turn her orgasms on and off like a tap had, once again, temporarily broken her
will. She needed to cum. She had to cum. But her cums were in the hands of
powerful people – people far more powerful than she was. Tears began to pour
down Scully’s face as she crawled to her fate. How much humiliation and pain
could she stand before she gave in? This was, what, only the third day of her
training? What kind of creature would she be after three weeks? Or three
months?
Looking down at her prey The Countess saw not the expression of
absolute obedience that she knew would, one day, be written on Rusty’s face but
the tell-tale signs of yet another defeat were all that she had been hoping for
and so she decided to proceed with her new pet’s latest lesson.
“I am going to spank you now, slut, and I will keep spanking you until
you cum,” she explained to the horny redhead once the latter had assumed the
correct position across the lap of her mistress. I will not touch your cunt or
clit during this process, so it is up to you to produce your orgasm solely from
the sensation of receiving some much deserved discipline.”
And with these words Felice, aka The Countess, began steadily to turn Rusty’s
ass a bright shade of pink. Some trainers preferred to drug their charges into
submission, others to rely on the implanted alien pain givers, but The Countess
knew that nothing could replace the horrible intimacy of a bare bottom,
over-the-knee spanking to introduce a new slut to the complex world of
pain/pleasure.
As she was disciplined Scully struggled to remember the sensations she
had experienced when whipped with a riding crop two days earlier. Then her
rapist had alternated laying a pattern of stripes on her defenceless ass with a
prolonged assault on her cunt but today that apparently wasn’t going to be an
option. As her spanking went on, however, that sense of a strange kind of heat
migrating from her backside into her anus and then her cunt returned and she
once again began to feel her passion build.
But could she cum without any direct stimulation to her cunt? With her
conscious mind once more battered into almost total submission by the ruthless
enforcement of her training programme, at this vital time Scully’s subconscious
once again stepped into the breach and she began to fantasise about Mulder and
Skinner standing there, watching her being disciplined. “What would they think
of me now, if they could see me as I am?” Scully managed to think as the
mixture of pain and pleasure that she was being introduced to edged her closer
to a sensation beyond her ability to describe. “Oh God, if they were standing
here right now, they could see me stark naked, being spanked like a little girl
and, Christ Almighty, getting off on it. Jesus, no, this can’t be happening, I
can’t…”
At which point Rusty’s abused mind finally gave in to the needs of her
body and she came, bucking and writhing under the hand of her female abuser.
“Excellent,” said The Countess as Rusty’s latest orgasm began to
subside. “And now, after your very first spanking, I think it’s time to proceed
with your piercing…”
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