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Chapter 18
“Right you are,” answered Wade, moving towards a cabinet standing
against one of the wall’s of the training room whilst
Scully looked up in renewed horror at the face of the woman who had just
introduced her to the concept of orgasm through discipline. “Piercing? No, you
can’t…” Scully began to plead, before she was abruptly cut off by a burst of
agony from her implant. “Silence, slut!” The Countess
commanded, as she inflicted a burst of agony on her new pet sufficient to send
it to the brink of unconsciousness. “You will speak only when spoken to. And if
your owner wishes you to be pierced, or tattooed, or otherwise physically
modified in any way then you will accept this with joy in your heart. Do you
understand?”
“Yes… Mistress,” Scully answered with a heavy heart as she returned
from the edge of oblivion. Inside her head a voice kept repeating: “You must do
what they say, you must convince them that you are fully obedient. Whatever it
takes, you must survive with your sanity intact and work towards escape. Lots
of young people nowadays have a few piercings, it’s
no big deal. Just submit willingly and get it over with.”
And so Rusty was posed in the standard ‘display’ position whilst Wade
assembled a trolley adorned with various implements of torture. “We don’t
normally begin to physically modify a new slut this
early in her training but you are progressing so fast that we have decided you
are ready,” Wade explained to the posed pet almost conversationally as he
prepared the instruments. “Of course, animals that we keep here permanently or
ones that are destined for the auction block we don’t modify at all but your
new owner has given us a very specific list of instructions about how your body
is to be modified for his pleasure and that includes piercing.”
With the preparations complete Wade stood aside, as piercing an
unwilling slut was a job that fate had made The Countess a natural for. Picking
up a long needle the tall woman approached her prey. “Now, remember, my pet,
however much this hurts it is as nothing to the pain that I can inflict via
your implant, so you must always stay exactly as posed and make every effort
not to scream or cry out. Do you understand?”
“Yes Mistress,” Scully responded, through gritted teeth. “You must
endure, you must endure,” the voice inside her head kept saying. “You can get
through this.”
And when it came the pain as Rusty’s left
nipple was pierced was less than that of the implant, although it still hurt
like hell, and so the posed slut was able to obey her trainer’s command and
hold still and silent. “Excellent, good bitch,” Felice
whispered as she slid a silver ring through the newly opened hole in her pet’s
nipple. “I knew you could take it. Good girl.”
For some unaccountable reason Scully felt a small current of pleasure
run through her at the praise. “No,” the dissident voice inside her mind tried
to tell her. “Don’t respond to praise from these sadists. You are not a pet
dog. You do not enjoy being patted on the head.”
As Scully’s other nipple was also pierce and ringed, however, The
Countess continued to praise the obvious obedience of the slut posed before
her, whispering into the pet’s ear how well she was doing and also stroking the
belly of the naked woman before her, and a part of Rusty’s
mind could not help but be happy that she was pleasing her Mistress. As her
septum and navel were also pierced, in order to escape from the pain the
captive FBI agent’s mind started to drift off into a fantasy land where she was
the pampered pet of a dominant lesbian like The Countess and Scully was
reminded once again that she could all too easily imagine herself succumbing
totally to the demands and whims of such a Mistress.
Only when the woman piercing Scully picked up a new needle from the
trolley and bent down between the posed pet’s legs did Rusty’s
mind return to full alertness. “Oh Christ, no, they aren’t…” her mind told her,
with only pure shock preventing her from bolting. “No, not my…”. At which point
pain almost as agonising as a burst from her ‘slave’ implant hit Scully and she
almost blacked out. Wade, who had been watching the whole performance closely,
admiring the high level of obedience that Rusty had already learnt as he did
so, stepped forward to prevent the readheaded bitch
toppling over as her legs turned to jelly. “Don’t worry, slut,” he whispered
into her ear. “I know it’s agony now but all the sluts that we have given clit-piercings to say that the pain is soon replaced by near
continual pleasure. In this, as in all things, what we are doing is for your
own good, even though you don’t realise it yet.”
“For my own good?” Scully’s conscious mind just about managed to think
as another silver ring was slipped through the hole that had been cut through
the hood of her clitoris. “Oh, these fucking sadists. They kidnap me, they rape
me, they torture me and now they mutilate me and yet they still want me to
believe that they have my best interests at heart.”
With Rusty now pierced in nose, nipples, navel and clit, The Countess
stood back for a moment to admire her handiwork. “Remind me again,” she asked
Wade. “What other modifications to this slut have been ordered by its owner.”
“Nothing too dramatic, actually,” the male pet trainer responded. “Its
tits are going to be expanded and there will be some tattooing but no really
major surgery is scheduled.”
“Some pet owners have their animals’ vocal chords removed, for
example,” Wade explained to Scully, again in bizarrely conversational tones.
“Others have their sluts surgically modified so that they can only walk about
on all fours. Your owner, in contrast, wants you kept recognisably human. Well,
at least physically, that is.”
“Now, what’s next on the list?” the male slut maker asked his female
counterpart. “Fetishwear training, followed by the
slut’s first photographic ‘modelling’ session,” Felice
answered.
“Photographic modelling?” Scully thought to herself. “Why do they want
me to be photographed?”
She said nothing, however, as she was led on a leash out of the
training room where she had been spanked and pierced and into what was, for all
intents and purposes, a professional photographer’s studio.
“And now, little bitch, it is time to introduce you to the wonderful
world of fetish clothing,” Wade said, leaving Scully down on all fours as he
opened a suitcase that had been left on a table behind the array of camera
equipment. “Many of our organisation’s members enjoy seeing the new pets in
training being dressed to please and, as most of them are far too busy to make
more than the occasional trip to visit us in person here at the training
centre, we regularly send them photographic evidence of how things are coming
along. And sometimes, if a new slut proves to be a truly spectacular model, her
photographs somehow find their way into certain specialist magazines.”
“And I think that you could be very special indeed,” Wade added,
lifting Rusty’s head up and gazing into her eyes.
“Yes, I can easily see you adorning the pages of many a specialist publication
in the not too distant future.”
Scully shuddered in horror at the thought of her body being on display
to God knows how many perverts across the world. Was her captor bluffing or did
this kind of thing really happen? Just how many of the ‘professional models’
who allegedly adorned the pages of fetish and S&M magazines were actually
captured sluts like herself, forced to pose to please by their abductors? “Oh,
and in your case we have yet another option,” the naked slut’s trainer added,
continuing to savour her discomfort by staring at her face close up as he did.
“Given that you are such a natural performer, sexually speaking, once we are
close to completing your training we can begin to send photographs and
videotapes of you in action to your friends and family – just to let them know
that you are alive and well and, in fact, despite your abduction, happier than
you have ever been.”
Wade laughed out loud at the expression on Rusty’s
face as he disclosed this information to her. Every stage of every slut’s
training was, and would continue to be, captured on tape by the hidden cameras
that permeated the training complex and many a wilful little madam had had the
last resistance knocked out of her by the knowledge that a ‘greatest hits’ tape
of her most enthusiastic fuckings had been sent to
all of her friends and family. Somehow, in spite of all the training tools that
were used on a new bitch, the knowledge that if, by some bizarre chance, her
old life were restored to her, everybody she knew and cared for in the ‘real’
world fully understood that she was a submissive and depraved slut at heart was
the final nail in the coffin, the last straw that convinced so many fully
trained bitches to surrender, finally and absolutely, and accept their new
lives as the only ones they could ever lead.
With Rusty seemingly in a state of shock at the news that she was to be
photographed and filmed for the pleasure of many, many others, Wade had no
difficulty in dressing the redheaded bitch in her first ‘modelling’ outfit.
First of all her shoes were removed and a pair of skintight
leather boots that reached almost as high as her cunt were pulled onto Rusty’s legs. The boots in question had heels almost nine
inches high, which meant that their wearer would essentially be walking on the
tips of her toes, but sluts dressed in footwear of this kind rarely did any
walking, of course!
Secondly, Rusty’s arms were encased in black
leather tubes that reached all the way up to her shoulders. These tubes ended
in tight mittens that rendered the wearer’s hands virtually useless and D rings
at various points along each tube meant that the wearer could be restrained at
her owner’s pleasure in a number of imaginative ways.
Next up a tight black leather corset was fitted around Rusty’s already slender waist. Then, her normal collar was removed
and a high posture collar fitted around her neck. With this last item
completed, Wade had Rusty pose in the standard ‘display’ position and then took
a few moments to admire the truly spectacular view. The creature before him was
a vision, he thought to himself as he circled the posed submissive. The animal
had been separated by her fetishwear into areas of
tight black shiny leather that divided and highlighted areas of creamy soft
white flesh. The high-heeled leather boots lengthed
and tightened Rusty’s legs, forcing the exposed
cheeks of her ass to tighten up in a manner that made Wade want to spank her
right there and then, just because he could if he really wanted to.
Moving round to the front of the fetish slut he had just created, Wade
almost whistled in wonder at the sight that greeted him. The lower rim of the
black leather corset and the tops of the two thigh-high boots formed a triangle
that contained Rusty’s moist, hairless pussy, a view
capped off by the twinkling of the silver ring that adorned the bitch’s newly
pierced clit. The corset narrowed pleasingly from the hips as Wade’s gaze moved north and then began to flare out again
as the slut’s wonderfully perky and newly pierced tits spilled out over the
top. And, finally, the high posture collar forced the slut to hold her head
high in what appeared to be a prideful manner. The overall effect was that of a
pure animal, a wild and untamed filly that needed to be tamed, broken. Fucked.
As she was dressed in this obscene outfit Scully put up no resistance
at all. Inside, however, her mind raced. What could she do to avoid this latest
indignity? She had already rationalised her behaviour so far in captivity by
forcing herself to believe that she could one day have her old life back with
no one on the outside world (ie Mulder)
having any detailed idea of what she had been forced to do since her capture.
But if photographs became widely available, not to mention videotapes of her
fucking and sucking with wild abandon, then she was doomed. How could she have
a career as a FBI agent, hunting down and arresting low lifes,
if any and every scumbag she arrested recognised her as that sexy submissive
bondage slut in the magazines and porno videos under his bed? And what if Mulder, in the course of trying to track her down and save
her, came across these pictures and videos? Could she ever go back to working
with him if he ever learnt what she was truly capable of?
And yet, and yet… On the other hand, Scully reminded herself, she had
to co-operate if her escape plan was to move forward. The sooner she could free
herself the less likely it was that anybody she knew would ever learn what she
had been forced to do after her kidnapping. And so, once again, the rational,
calculating part of Dana Scully’s mind counselled willing submission and
obedience to her owner’s will, but only as the most effective way of
maintaining any long-term hope of escape.
“Now, are you going to pose to please, like a horny little
exhibitionist slut who can’t wait to show off her wares to an appreciative
audience?” Wade asked his leather clad pet. “Yes Sir, I am. I’ll do whatever
you tell me to,” Scully answered, in what she hoped was a tone of total
submission.
“Oh, really?” her trainer replied, coming to stand right in front of her
again. “Why?”
“Why?” Scully echoed. “Yes, why?” Wade repeated. “Oh, well… “ Scully
stammered. She had not expected to be interrogated about her newfound desire to
please her trainer. “Because I’m a slut, Sir,” she eventually managed to say.
“Bullshit!” the slutmaker in front of her shouted,
laughing out loud as he did so. “You don’t think you’re the only new pet who
has managed to work out how things function around here, do you? There’s no way
on earth that you can be fully obedient and happy to accept your new life, not
after three days, even if you are the randiest little
slut we have ever trained here. At least, not until you have been ‘warmed up’ a
little first. No, you have seen that tamed bitches like Honey and Sugar are
allowed to roam around free and you think that if you work hard to convince us
that you have surrendered then you too can have the run of the place and
thereby find a means of escape. That’s why you now appear suspiciously eager to
please, isn’t it?”
A horrible sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach made Scully think
that she was going to be sick. Was she really so transparent? Could her new
owners really read her mind so easily? And, if they could, did that mean that
there was no escape from her captivity? No escape, no hope of escape, and not
even the idea that escape could even ever be possible would be allowed her?
Smiling inwardly at the look of utter despair on Rusty’s
face, Wade took hold of a provocatively pouting nipple ring and led his new
slut to an area of the studio where red silk sheets had been draped
artistically on the floor. He then had her kneel on the floor, still apparently
in a state of shock, before rooting around in a box behind the camera area
until he found what he was looking for.
“Here,” he said to Rusty as he tossed her the item he had found. “Take
this and get busy.”
Scully had instinctively caught the item hurled at her and only when
she had it in her possession did she realise that it was a vibrating dildo and
that her tormentor obviously wanted her to use it to masturbate herself.
The only trouble was, after the pain of her spanking and piercing and
the horror of both discovering that her naked body was to be put on display to
a very large audience indeed and that her trainers were fully aware of her
escape plan, Scully had never felt less horny in her life.
Fearful of punishment, however, the abused FBI agent moved the black
shiny dildo down her belly towards her cunt, clumsily struggling to maintain
control of the tool between her mitten-clad hands. As it reached the top of her
pussy, however, it accidentally brushed against the clit ring that she had had
installed just a few minutes previously, sending a jolt of… something… through
her. Scully, as a highly educated woman, had a vocabulary far superior to that
of most citizens and yet she was quite unable to describe the sensation she had
just felt. She knew all about pain from her ‘slave’ implant and her captors
had, over the past few days, clearly explained to her exactly what pleasure was
and yet the touch of a large dildo on a newly pierced clit was neither of these
things, and yet both of them, and yet more than both of them put together. It
was pain/pleasure, pleasure/pain and something more, something new, something
for which humanity had no words.
Experimentally, Scully brushed the head of the dildo over the ring
again and gasped in astonishment as the new sensation was repeated. “Remember
what we told you, slut,” Wade, who had been watching the start of Rusty’s performance, said. “If a clit is pierced just right
then a slut soon becomes quite fixated on the pleasures that stimulation of the
organ in question can provide. “We don’t care that you are trying to fake
obedience in an attempt to escape. All we need is time and your inherently slutty nature and nymphomaniac body will do the rest for
us. I’m letting you control the dildo now, bitch, but just imagine what it
would feel like if we took that control away from you. Just imagine what it
would feel like if we constantly took you to the brink of paradise but then
brought you back. Time and time again. What would you do in order to be allowed
to cum?”
“I would surrender,” Scully thought to herself through the rising tide
of her pure, animal lust, as she struggled to keep the vibrating monster
clamped between her leather-clad hands teasing her clitring.
“They know it, I know it, so why even pretend that it isn’t true? They are
breaking me and I can’t stop them. And, God help me, I’m not sure any more that
I want to stop them.”
As Rusty’s mind moved one step closer to
ultimate surrender her hands managed to establish a clumsy rhythm – alternately
thrusting the vibrating dildo into her by now moist cunt and then flicking the
tip of the beast against her engorged clit. And after a few minutes of this she
forget where she was. She forget who she was. She became, not for the first
time since her capture and most certainly not the last, a creature of pure lust
as the rational part of her mind shut down completely so that the animal within
could assume full control and maximise its pleasure.
Grinning once again at how easily the slut had submitted, Wade began to
take pictures. Rusty, oblivious, continued to hump away at the dildo. When he
was satisfied that he had enough shots of her kneeling erect, Wade simply posed
his bitch in a new position and the wanton female flesh beneath his hands
objected not to this, provided that she was allowed uninterrupted access to the
black monster that was now pistoning in and out of
her pussy at breakneck speed. Wade photographed his pet from the rear,
presenting, on her back with legs spreadeagled,
standing but bent forward at the waist, in every position he could conceive of
in the short period before he sensed that Rusty’s
latest cum was imminent. And that’s when he decided that it was time for some
real training. “Position twelve, slut,” he ordered as he grabbed the vibrator
from the busy hands of Rusty.
“NO!!!” she screamed as the keys to paradise were snatched away from
her. “Position twelve, slut,” the pet trainer repeated, raising his voice as he
did so. “Now, or you don’t get to cum for a week.”
Rusty hesitated, on the brink of a serious rebellion. She had been so
close, so very close to a truly mystical experience, a veritable glimpse of
heaven. And that had been snatched away from her but it could be regained, so
easily, if only the fiend in front of her gave her back her dildo. But all
reason had not quite abandoned her. As she took a step towards her trainer she
remembered the pain that he could inflict with a simple thought.
And so then, turning her back on the smiling man who was training her,
she spread her legs and bent double until she was able to grab her own
ankles. “Good girl,” Wade said, smiling,
as he approached the posed submissive. “You are learning. I was actually
expecting some rebellion then but you are a clever little thing. And, in spite
of what I said earlier, well on the way to being fully trained. Now, little
slut, would you like to cum?”
“Yes please, SIR!” Rusty almost shouted. “This slut would very much
like to cum, if you please, SIR!”
Virtually all of Wade’s days working as a slutmaker were good but this day with this slut was turning
into something very special indeed, he thought to himself. He, like all the pet
trainers in the complex, was trained to spot certain subtleties in a pet’s
speech patterns, enabling an experienced trainer to tell when an animal being
tamed was going through the motions of being obedient because that was what was
expected of it and when the absolute submission being offered was the real
deal.
And so now, for the moment, he knew that Rusty was his, body and soul.
He ran his hand up the slut’s leather-clad thigh and rubbed her firm ass,
marvelling at how something so firm could also feel so soft. And then he
continued on up, teasing the bitch’s cunt lips apart and, finally, taking hold
of the silver clit ring that had so rapidly become the very centre of her
being.
“I already have your body, little one,” he said, looking down at Rusty’s lust filled eyes gazing up at him through her
widely spread legs. But I will only permit you to cum if you also offer me your
soul.”
“I am your slut Sir, your bitch,” Rusty said without so much as a
moment’s hesitation. “I will work hard to please you in every way and when I
submit to your will I will do it gladly because I now know what I really am…
Now Sir, may this horny little nympho of yours please
cum?”
As he unzipped his pants and removed his erect member Wade, for some
reason, remember a chapter in the report on FBI Special Dana Scully that the
centre had had prepared before her capture. As part of her psych profiling,
operatives had approached her in various situations to gauge her reactions to
certain stimuli and Wade recalled with a grin the report of one colleague who
had had his face slapped after propositioning Scully in a bar. “My, if he could
see her now, after just a few days of appropriate obedience training,” the
ecstatic pet trainer thought to himself as he sank his tool into Rusty’s welcoming cunt.
And down on the floor, where what passed for Scully’s brain lay
attached to the body of a leather-clad submissive nymphomaniac, there was also
some thinking going on, although not quite on so high a level. “Rusty getting
fucked, Rusty like,” were the only coherent thoughts emanating from the mind
within the skull of the redheaded bitch. “Rusty like a lot.”
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