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Chapter 5 June 19th
6:00 AM
Unfortunately for Kate she was the one who didn’t have to wait long to find out what happened to them next. Guards entered her cell early the next morning and hauled her out. She was taken down the hallway and into a secure room with a series of cuffs hanging from the ceiling. Inside the room there was another girl, the first time she had seen anyone other then a guard or staff member. The other girl was suspended from the ceiling, by her arms, by a pair of heavy steel chains. Attached to her ankles was a spreader bar that conveniently kept her legs apart. The two guards methodically placed Kate in the same uncomfortable position, dangling from the ceiling, wearing nothing but that awful chastity belt. They then left the room, leaving Kate and the other girl alone, facing each other. Both were afraid to speak.
Out in the hall, out of earshot from the two girls, the Commandant and Mistress Natasha met and plotted strategy.
The Commandant began: "Kate, as we have discussed Mistress, is the weak link of the two, I think we can break her rather easily."
"I agree, she is young, barely eighteen, and from what we have learned not terribly experienced sexually. Do what ever you feel is necessary to break her as quickly as possible. Her capitulation will be a serious blow to the morale of her sister.”
"Excellent, I shall begin with a thorough whipping of her pussy and ass."
"Commandant, also use the tit press and nipple clamps. Teach her that having big breasts are not always to a girls’ benefit. Begin your session with #294. She has already been here far too long and I am getting tired of her insolence. Also, remove the gag in #312’s mouth and refrain from using the blindfold. I want her to see what she has coming.”
"Excellent idea Mistress." The Commandant walked into the room with a big smile across her face.
First she walked over to #294 (formerly known as Sheila), a 23 year-old redhead kidnapped only weeks ago from a trendy nightclub in L.A. She was spotted by one of the institute's many operatives who worked that part of the country. These mysterious women were paid to scour the many high-end nightclubs and bars up and down the west coast looking for attractive single girls who fit a certain type of profile. Once their targets were identified, the operatives acted quickly by calling in specially trained abduction teams to secure their quarry. In Sheila’s case, she was grabbed and subdued before she even had a chance to fight back. The operative had managed to spike her drink and then even helped her to the bathroom as she became increasingly groggy. From there the transportation to Stonebriar was relatively trouble-free.
Much to the surprise of everyone at the Institue, the aspiring model had proven to be easier to kidnap then to break. Usually the reverse was true. For nearly three weeks now she had been subjected to almost constant torture in an attempt to get her to surrender.
Because she had been a tougher nut to crack than anticipated, the increasingly angered Commandant was forced to go to more extreme measures to break her. The young redhead, with an almost too perfect ass, looked down as the Commandant unlocked her chastity belt and revealed her freshly shaved cunt. This could mean only one thing, more punishment for her still tender pussy. Sheila knew that after spending 21 days here, that escape was now an extremely remote possibility. She doubted how much longer she could hold out before finally succumbing. However the thoughts of what she heard the other girls went through in the "conversion" chamber and the way they were "transformed" afterwards kept her fighting on.
The Commandant went over to the wall and grabbed a sturdy bullwhip. She rubbed it teasingly over Sheila’s sore tits and pussy before walking behind her. No words were exchanged between the two, and none were needed. Each woman had a job to do, and only one was going to complete it successfully. Both knew that eventually Sheila had no chance of completing hers. Crack!! The whip bit into Sheila' petite ass, already covered with welts from yesterday's session. On and on it went as Kate watched in horror from only a few feet away, powerless to stop it, but unable to keep her eyes away from the savage beating. Sheila tried hard not to scream, biting her lip until it almost bled, but eventually the pain was too much and the cries and then the tears came out.
"Have you had enough yet?"
"Never! I won't ever give into you." She muttered her now worn-out line, but both she and the Commandant knew the end was coming ever closer. Next the diabolical bitch exchanged her bullwhip with a black leather-riding crop. She firmly took hold of the girl’s right tit and began to angrily slap it with the crop. She then moved to the left tit and repeated the process over and over again. Getting bored now, the nasty bitch decided it was time to concentrate on her cunt. Sheila begged her not to, but her cries, as usual, were ignored. The Commandant wound up and smacked the bald, defenseless pussy. This shot a terrible streak of pain through Sheila as she twisted in agony while dangling from the chains. Crack! Crack! Crack! The blows were coming faster and faster, with ever-greater intensity. Kate was stunned at the level of ferocity. The young girl knew that this was going to very likely to be her fate as well. The brutalized redhead was at last given a respite when the Commandant stopped her assault and said, "I think that's enough for today." Clearly she was dejected at having to stop, but it did no one any good do any kind of permanent damage to the slave, that would only result in a lower sale price. There was always tomorrow she thought to herself. She now turned her attention toward Kate.
The Commandant took a key from around her neck and placed it into the lock of Kate's chastity belt. With a quick turn of the wrist the belt fell easily to the ground, revealing a sight, which the Commandant never tired of, a perfectly shaved pussy, now at her complete disposal. She cupped the pubic mound with her right hand and relished its soft tenderness. She resisted the temptation to slide a finger into the hole. The Commandant always loved the feel of young girl's pussy in her hand. For Kate this was the third time in as many days that a strange woman had touched her most private parts. No one had ever touched her there before, she wouldn’t even allow her boyfriend to, and now this, it was almost too much to bear, and she was certain it was going to get worse.
The first day of any new girl's training was always a difficult time for Commandant Stone. Inside she struggled with some very difficult-to-resolve emotions. On the one hand, she felt some bit of empathy for the girls. They had certainly done nothing to deserve this horrible fate; the wrong person had just seen them at the wrong time. Now their lives were about to be forever changed, in a rather barbaric manner at that. Life was not fair and it never would be she reasoned.
One way she helped to understand these difficult feelings was her belief that it must have been fate that introduced her to Mistress Natasha. Commandant Stone, as she was now known, was a life long lesbian with a built in streak for sadism, one that Natasha picked up on right away when the two women were first introduced. The Commandant never tired of seeing pretty girls’ suffer, largely because so many of them had caused her such humiliation when she growing up. Natasha had now put her in the perfect position to even the score of the age-old slights. Natasha had offered her a wonderful job at Stonebriar and now she had managed to get promoted all the way up to the leader of Level One, the very gateway to introducing these innocent girls to their new lives. She personally was in charge of sending countless girls into lesbian servitude.
Despite the love and devotion she had for her work, she often wondered if each new girl brought to Stonbriar would be her last. At some point she was going to take her money and run off with one of them to a remote island. Those thoughts though tended to fade away with the quarter end auction. This was the time where the fruits of her handiwork, and the others on Level Two, were handsomely rewarded with a fat paycheck. There was only one thing Commandant Stone loved more then hot young women, and that was money. She was paid a percentage on the sale of each girl, so her motivation was always high to get the job done quickly and correctly. She was extremely proud that no girl had ever been sent back to the institute for any type of 'retraining', which was allowed under the provisions of each sale. In fact over 50% of their new sales were now to current customers, a true measure of success for any operation, especially one involved in such an ugly business as this.
The Commandant, a lesbian since her early teens, enjoyed many perks at the institute. Her favorite was the option of picking any girl, after their 'conversion' of course, to join her in her bed at night. This gave her the opportunity to be pleasured by any of her former subjects at any time. It also helped her to relieve her often guilt-ridden conscience by explaining why she had to do what she did to the girls. Because they were now Level Two slaves, most girls said that they understood. It wasn’t her fault, they reassured her. She was only doing what she was ordered to do. But she never really believed them. How could these girls really ever forgive her for what she put them through? Their words to her were more a function of their training then their real beliefs. Inevitably, as her doubts began to surface about her involvement in this twisted enterprise, she usually was able to push them out of her mind when she forced the head of another beautiful slave onto her waiting cunt. She was always rewarded with a tremendous orgasm, which helped to remind her again how she would probably just have to live another day with her guilt.
The Commandant stopped daydreaming and returned to the task at hand. She removed her palm from Kate's cunt, took one last look at the petrified young girl before her and said: "It is time to begin".
Kate's foray into S&M torture began with the Commandant lifting up the tight latex bra that was placed over her tits the previous evening. Her ample bosom flopped out, providing the Commandant with a juicy sight indeed. Kate had always been proud of her big breasts, and truly enjoyed having a larger rack then her older sister. But now she correctly feared that they would make an inviting target. The Commandant pressed a buzzer on the wall and two guards promptly entered. She instructed them to place Kate's tits into a vice. It was a fearsome apparatus made of leather covered wood and dotted with bright gold studs. The Commandant carefully grabbed each tit and placed it between the wooden slats as the guards fastened the strap behind Kate's back to hold it in place. A hook was added to Kate’s collar and then to the top of the vice to provide additional support to keep her tits held high.
Once in place the Commandant began to turn the screws tighter and tighter, compacting Kate’s now swollen juggs. Kate screamed and begged for mercy. Her request was disregarded of course, as the Commandant carefully attached not one, but two sets of clamps to her tender nipples. Each connected by a short chain. She then dismissed the guards and told them to haul away #294, now passed out from her beating and hanging limply from the chains.
"Please, Please, Please don't do this to me. I have done nothing to deserve this."
"I know you haven't, my dear. It is not a matter of deserving no one should be subjected to this. It is a matter of training and now we must begin it. You must be broken properly before being moved to Level 2, and it is my job to do so.”
The Commandant reached for her trusty bullwhip again, slung her arm back, and so began Kate's long journey into lesbian submission.
Chapter 6 June 19th
5:00 PM
Hours later Kate was dragged back to her cell and tossed onto her bed. Before leaving, the little Japanese subservient girl, Kiko, locked the chain to her collar and double-checked the chastity belt to make sure it was firmly in place. Nikki waited for what seemed like hours for her younger sister to awaken. When she did, Kate described in agonizing detail her ordeal. Nikki wanted more than anything to hold her little sister, to help her through this, to comfort her. But there was of course no way to get to her through the steel bars.
Sometime later the door to Kate’s cell opened. “Hello again ladies,” Madam Hardings entered happily, as she always did. “I understand today was difficult for you #312.” Kate did not know how to answer, so she didn’t.
“That is OK, you don’t need to talk. I know it is hard. What both of you girls need to become accustomed to is that every day is going to be like this. Each day will be harder and harder until you surrender yourself.”
“That is impossible, we will never do it.” Said Nikki.
“Of course you will my dear. Because if you don’t give in the pain will become more and more unbearable until you finally do succumb. What you and your sister must understand #311 is that you both have something that very few women on this earth have, a commodity more precious then gold, it is your tremendous physical beauty. Sometimes beauty can be a great reward, a benefit that lasts throughout your entire lifetime. Other times, when someone desperately wants something what you have, it can be a curse.”
This was Madam Hardings standard boilerplate speech. Nikki and Kate just stared at her, so she kept right on rolling.
“I think what I need to tell you about, and I wish I would have had more time last night, is why exactly this is happening to you. You see girls, there are women in this world that are wealthy beyond yours and mine’s wildest dreams. These are ladies that can have anything that they want, anytime they want it. They don’t like to be told no. Money for fulfilling these dreams is not a concern to them, ever. It may seem hard for you to believe now, but there is a whole world full of wealthy lesbians who will pay any price to have beautiful young female slaves at their constant disposal. What the Mistress and her staff are doing here is helping to meet that unfulfilled demand. But in order to do so, we need a steady supply of pretty and nubile young girls to be trained for sale. You need to be willing to undergo the procedure which will allow us to convert you into becoming a lesbian.”
“That’s crazy, why would we do that? You people must be insane; such a thing is not even possible.”
“I know it sounds difficult to believe, #311, but it is true. Deep inside this building there is a room with a very powerful and equally sinister piece of equipment. It is something that I am not going to discuss with you in detail, except to tell you that it is so strong that it will transform you into a woman that only has sexual desires for other women. Every girl that has been brought to Stonebriar has visited this room, and everyone single one has been successfully transformed into pussy obsessed lesbian. The process, once performed, is completely and totally irreversible, there is absolutely no going back. Both you and your sister will eventually visit this room when you are ready, that I can give you my solemn word on.”
“Please, I beg of you, please don’t do this to us. There must be something we can do to get out of here. We don’t deserve this” Kate begged her now.
“Please, I know how hard this is for you both to accept. I will help you in many ways, but getting out of here is an absolute impossibility. There is only one way out, and that is after the quarterly auction. Before that though there is so much work to be done. For the next few days the guards are going to take you from your cell, to different chambers in this complex. Each room contains horrible devices, all designed to do very painful things to your bodies. This will go on day, after day, after day, as long as it takes for you to give in. Once you do, once you tell me or Mistress Natasha that you can’t take it anymore, we will ask you to sign a piece of paper. It is a private contract, just between you and Mistress Natasha. It will allow her to take the next step with you, the step that will permit us to begin the transformation process of turning you into a lesbian slaves.”
“This is madness, such a thing is not legal, and they can’t do that. No one would believe it. No one would honor such a contract.” Nikki interjected, spewing anything that came to her mind in a frantic attempt to find something that may make Madam Hardings rethink her position.
“Of course it is not legal, nothing about this place is legal, but this document will never be admitted into any court of law. No one will ever see the contract. It will be stored with the hundreds of others that she keeps safely locked away in her office. The contract it is just your way of surrendering yourself. It is your way of telling the Mistress that you are ready to submit yourself, ready to begin the next phase of your life. Once you exit the chamber you will begin the next phase of your training. You will be taught the proper ways of serving your new mistress as a lesbian slave. That part will take several months, and once your training is complete, both of you will be auctioned off!”
Madam Hardings again patted Kate on the leg and exited the cell, careful as always to lock it.
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