The Auction Block

Chapter 15 July 15th

The rebellious young girl had been holding out for some time now, and wasted days were quickly turning into wasted dollars.  With the next auction coming up at the end of the quarter, time was starting to become more precious.  When exactly was it OK to resort to her most horrifying tortures?  The ones that were almost always guaranteed to bring about a quick surrender.  These decisions were always a tough call for the Mistress. There was always the danger of going to far and causing permanent harm to the slave and thereby reducing her worth come auction time.   Thankfully the new torture devices at her disposal made this less and less of an issue.  The Mistress generally preferred to go slowly with the girls, ratcheting up the pain day by day, until they finally broke, signed the paper and agreed to the conversion.  But girls like Nikki, the 2% as she referred to them, meant that extreme measures sometimes needed to be taken.  She had managed to deflect most of the Commandant’s requests to administer the truly diabolical torments at their disposal.  Surely Nikki would succumb eventually, but at what cost to the Institute?  Nikki had been in captivity for nearly a month now.  It was now becoming clear that not simultaneously torturing Nikki and her sister was a colossal blunder.   It was time to end this madness once and for all and get that bitch into Dr. Olga’s chamber.

Chapter 16  July 16th 6:00 AM

The day began like all of the others for Nikki.  The routine was becoming monotonous now.  Nikki was never sure what to expect next after her morning shaving.   More waxing? Whippings? Breast Clamps?  Ice Cubes?  Suspension?  Whatever Commandant Stone and her minions were going to throw at her she had steeled herself mentally to endure it.  Today, however, Natasha had something a little different in mind.  After her morning shave Nikki was taken to an empty room, save for a single wooden chair in the middle of it.  She was told to sit down and roughly manacled into place.  There she was left to wait, and wait some more, until finally the Mistress herself entered the room.  This was the first time Nikki had seen her in quite a while.  She knew it must be a special occasion.  Her heart beat faster as the Mistress approached her.  She flinched as Natasha put her hand on her shoulder.

“#311, I greatly admire your perseverance and the way you have resisted everything that Commandant Stone has put you through.  You are a strong girl and for that you are to be complimented.  But you and I both know that there is only one way for this to come to a logical conclusion, don’t we?”  She asked rhetorically. 

“I am growing tired of the game played between you and Commandant Stone, I have seen it played out so many times before.  It always ends the same way.  More importantly I am tired of having my merchandise become less and less valuable every day.  Because of this I want to try a different approach with you.  This is something I have never done before. Please look at the screen.” 

She pressed a button on the wall and a large flat panel monitor descended from the ceiling.  “I want you to watch this very carefully.”  The screen flickered on and immediately a video of Kate came into focus.  Initially it was unsettling to watch.  Right in front of her face, in full color and with ample volume, was a videotape of her sister performing various sexual acts on other women.  To Nikki watching this was both degrading and demoralizing, but what was perhaps even more upsetting was that Kate seemed to be enjoying what she was doing.  As the video rolled on it was clear that Kate was no longer in a state of constant bondage.  It even appeared that she was allowed to roam the halls freely with other slaves.  She still wore a chastity belt and collar to be sure, but the stringent restraints and constant supervision on Level One was clearly not evident here. Nikki started to cry now, just as Natasha had hoped for.  It appeared that her beloved little sister had indeed been transformed in some way, and worse yet she seemed to be not the least bit upset about it.

A close-up of Kate’s face soon appeared and she began to speak:  “Nikki, please don’t fight them anymore.  I promise you it’s not so bad down here.  They are teaching me new and wonderful things every day.  Things about my body that I never knew were possible and it is wonderful.  I want you to join me, come with me so we can be together again!”  The tears were flowing uncontrollably now; Nikki struggled to catch her breath as the Mistress stroked her cheek. 

Kate continued: “Please tell the Mistress you want them to stop what they are doing to you.  I promise you that the conversion room will be the best thing that has ever happened to you.  Please Nikki, I love you and want to be with you again, it is our only chance.  If you hold out any longer we may never see each other again!!!”

The Mistress turned the screen off and allowed Nikki a few minutes to get control of herself.  The poor girl was a wreck.  The Mistress was hopeful this would be the final nudge to get Nikki to surrender herself. 

Many things were swirling around inside her pretty head.  All she could think about now were the many happy times she and Kate shared while growing up.  The girls had been exceptionally close to one another.  The thought of never seeing her again was something she could not bear to contemplate.  Deep down Nikki knew it was over, there was no hope of rescue, and there was little chance of being able to hold out much longer.  She knew they would keep doing whatever was necessary to break her.  The Mistress was right, her fate was inevitable, why continue to fight it? 

Nikki looked up at the Mistress, with her big wet green eyes.  She nodded her head once.  It was over now; no more words were exchanged between the two.  The Mistress had deep respect for the 20-year-old beauty, as she did for all of her girls that fought as hard as she did.  This was a very difficult decision for such a young girl to make.  “Willingly” surrendering your body to a bizarre and unknown procedure and then eventual lesbian slavery was extremely traumatic.  Natasha more then anyone understood this and tried to show the girls the utmost of respect at this difficult time. 

The Mistress placed a kiss on Nikki’s forehead and allowed her to sit in the room alone to further contemplate her life altering decision.

An hour later she re-entered the room.  In her hand was a leather attaché.  She opened it and slid the contract inside onto a small table that had been brought into the room.  It was a single one-page sheet, printed on exquisite paper stock.  Natasha handed Nikki a magnificent Mont Blanc solid gold pen.

“I want you to read this document very carefully #311.  Once you have done so, and you fully understand the meaning it’s consequences, I want you to sign it. Once that has been done I will put the official Stonebriar seal on it and it will be complete.  We can then begin the process of you reuniting you with your sister.”

Natasha left the room.  Nikki glanced down at the page and started to read it.  Did it really matter what it said?  The Mistress was right; no one would ever see it.  What was the point of her really signing it?  Nevertheless her curiosity got the best of her and she examined the contents:

I, Nikki Buckingham, being of sound mind and body, hereby proclaim myself ready to take the next step in my training process at Stonebriar.  I am now ready to surrender my heart, my soul and most importantly my body to a life of eternal lesbian slavery.  I realize that this decision is permanent and irreversible.

I am prepared to accept any pain, any punishment and any type of training that is deemed necessary and appropriate to successfully transform me into a submissive lesbian slave. 

When that time comes, and I am part of a successfully completed sales transaction, I am prepared to give myself completely and fully to my new owner. I will commit myself to serving my new Mistress and any need she may have, no matter how difficult or bizarre, for all of eternity.

I make this pledge because I fully understand that surrendering myself is the best decision that I can make at this time.  Once my transformation into my new life of lesbianism is complete, I will obey my new Mistress whomever that may be, forever.

Signed  X___________________

Nikki could hardly believe her eyes.  But it was all there in black and white.  She thought about crumbling up the paper and continuing the fight.  But it was over she knew it.  She no longer had the strength to go on.  She reluctantly grabbed the heavy pen, and like the hundreds of other girls before her signed it, sealing her fate forever.

Chapter 17   July 16th 8:00 PM

That evening, back in her cell, Nikki was all at once she was a bundle of nerves and yet oddly at peace with herself.  She was allowed to roam freely in her cell, which made for a pleasant change, but the wall was lowered to prevent any contact with Maria.  Nikki knew that dialogue with anyone, save the Mistress or the Commandant was forbidden the night before any conversion.  The Mistress wanted the girl’s minds to be completely uncluttered on the their final night of being a heterosexual. 

Chapter 18   July 17th 6:00 AM

That morning began with Nikki being taken from her cramped quarters and secured tightly into place on the gurney, the same one that was used to take her sister away.  Conspicuously absent though was the usual rough handling she got from her captors.  Nikki could detect a noticeable difference in the guard’s demeanor towards her.  Icy stares and downright hostility had been replaced with gentle caresses and softly whispered words of encouragement. She was no longer being treated as an enemy combatant that had to be broken, but instead as the ultra valuable asset she was to soon become.  Everyone on the transportation team knew what awaited the young beauty in the chamber.  Both Madam Hardings and Head Nurse Ingrid were on hand as well to issue gentle words of encouragement.  It made no sense any more to treat her with anything but the utmost of compassion.  She was a girl that was going to be subjected to a horrifying machine and then trained and sold into a lifetime of lesbian servitude.  There was nothing to be gained by being anything but completely sympathetic towards her.  Her likely high sale price would provide a tidy some for everyone involved in this unseemly process. The guards even took turns holding Nikki’s hand as the group quietly traversed the long hallway to the outsized freight elevator at the end.

The Mistress soon joined them and placed a special key in the elevator control panel.  Only she had Dr. Olga possessed such a key.  A light next to the letter “T” was illuminated and that became the signal for the guards to exit.  Apparently just Nikki and the Mistress would be making this trip.  Slowly the elevator began it’s decent; on a normal day Nikki would have been taken off at one of the first few floors to her torture room for the day.  Today however she knew it would be much different. 

“Are you ready my dear, for this, the final step?” The Mistress inquired to break the silence.

“I am very nervous Mistress”.  Nikki replied timidly.

“That is only natural my dear.  Every girl that I have ever brought down here feels the exact same way that you do now.  I would be lying to you if I told you that this process will be easy, it is anything but that.  But when it is over you will feel completely different about yourself.  It will be strange, but it will also be exciting, and it will take some time to deal with these new feelings.  Your sexually urges and desires are about to be completely reprogrammed and that will no doubt take some time getting used to.  The staff on Level Two is completely devoted to helping make this transition as easy as possible for you.”

Nikki was anything but reassured as the elevator doors opened and she was pushed into a dark corridor.  A code was entered into an electronic lock at the end of the hallway.  A door opened with a whooshing noise and Nikki was pushed inside.  He heart was thumping uncontrollably now.  The room was even darker then the hallway and there was a vast assortment of computers and other electronic gear lining every square inch of every wall.  Soft red lights provide the only illumination.  In the middle of the room was a steel and leather covered table, like one would see in a chiropractor’s office.  This one however had many ominous straps and cuffs attached, no doubt to secure her into place. 

A second wooshing sound from behind Nikki and she was alerted to the presence of another woman in the room, someone who she had yet to meet.  Unable to turn her head around in the gurney, Nikki saw the slender older lady walked in front of her and place her hand in Nikki’s cuffed hand.

“Hello #311, my name is Dr. Olga Kristov.” She said with a thick Russian accent.  “I am certain that you have heard much about me.  It is nice to finally meet you.”  She grinned at the young beauty. It was quite clear that this woman was all business.

“I will be performing this procedure on you today with the assistance of Mistress Natasha.  I see here that you have signed the consent form yesterday and that you have “willingly” agreed to go forward with this course of action today?”  Dr. Olga said with not the least bit of irony.

“Yes, Doctor.  I did sign it; I can longer keep fighting you people.  I am ready to succumb to you.”  Nikki couldn’t believe she was actually uttering those words.

“That is very wise of you my pretty young girl.” 

Slowly and systematically, the Doctor and the Mistress began to undo Nikki’s cuffs to free her from the gurney.  Carefully she was lifted and placed onto the table as the two women began to re-secure their prize into place onto the specially manufactured table.  Each woman, as was standard procedure, inspected the work of the other.  This was certainly no time for carelessness.  Nikki, for a change, did not struggle to free herself, as she had every time she was restrained over the last few weeks.   However this was no time to take a chance, it was absolutely critical that Nikki not be allowed to wrest herself free from her restraints.  It certainly would not be the first that a girl in her position would have a change of heart and try to back out.

Dr. Olga was given the key to Nikki’s chastity belt, which she unlocked and then with the Mistress lifting Nikki’s hips, slid out from underneath her ass.  Dr. Olga took a moment to marvel at Nikki’s perfectly shaved cunt.  It was a shame that in just a few moments, something so pretty would have to go through so much pain.  But sadly, to achieve their twisted objectives, there was no other choice.

As per her orders, the Doctor always made sure the each girl brought into the conversion room be made to wear white stocking and garters.  They in no way interfered with the procedure and the good Doctor loved seeing girls in them, it was a tremendous turn on for her. 

They were now nearly ready to begin.  Dr. Olga began to fiddle with the switches and knobs on the equipment scattered throughout the room.  Slowly the tempo in the room began to increase.  Whirring fans and blinking lights only added to the Nikki’s apprehension.

“Please don’t do this to me, I don’t want to go through with it, I’m scared.”  Nikki was whimpering now.  Natasha tried to comfort her.

“Of course you are my dear, it is only naturally for you to have doubts now.”  The Dr. said as she went over and placed her hand on Nikki’s cunt. She pressed her palm firmly onto the bald triangle, feeling the delicious heat rise from it.  She kept her hand there as she continued. “I need to assure you #311 that hundreds of other girls have been brought into this room before and everyone single one of them has left here 100% completely healthy.  I can not promise you it will be painless, but you need to know that I would never to anything to hurt this.”  She patted Nikki’s pussy.  “It is much too valuable to us.  When we are done you will be a completely changed woman.  There is no turning back now #311, we must move forward.” Dr. Olga replied, not the least bit comforting.

The Doctor walked a few steps away and continued with her work at the control board.   A panel in the ceiling opened, and a burst of red and white light filled the room.  A slow humming sound accompanied a large stainless steel orb, about the size of a beach ball, which slowly descended from the above.  It was connected to a large diameter steel tube and it stopped parallel to Nikki’s open legs, just feet away from her unprotected pussy.  Nikki could feel her heart racing now, something horrible was going to happen to her and she was powerless to stop it.

The Doctor and the Mistress paid no attention to her as the Orb now began to spring to life. It had a sinister look to it.  There were three triangles, arranged like two eyes and a nose, which seemed to stare directly at her.  Where a mouth would have been was instead a two-part trap door, which opened horizontally to create an even more unsettling “smile”.  The orb was also crisscrossed by a series of LED’s, all blinking an ominous shade of red.  Slowly the “mouth” opened.  Nikki had a hard time seeing what was inside, as her flat angle and the bright red light emanating from inside prevented her from getting a good look at the contents.  Almost by instinct, The Mistress began to rub her hands all over Nikki’s fully restrained body, hoping to in some way relax the now terrified girl.  She knew from experience this was a waste of her energy, but she wanted to do something for her.

With the Doctor carefully working the controls, it soon became apparent to Nikki what was inside the sinister contraption.  Slowly an enormous dildo began to emerge.  It was connected to a steel arm and it was methodically inching its way toward Nikki’s cunt!  The girl gulped hard.  She knew in her heart of hearts that something awful like this was going to be done to her, but how could she ever prepare herself for something like this? The rod stopped just a few inches from her unprotected pussy, allowing Nikki to at last get a good look at it.  The dildo had a big, bulbous head and a long thick shaft, could it possibly be a foot long?  How could she ever handle something like that?  The dildo had only two colors; solid silver with black transparent stripes, and a blinking light was clearly visible on the inside.

The Doctor spoke up as The Mistress continued to massage Nikki.  “This is it my dear, this is the final step which will take you from one phase of your life to the next.  At this point, I don’t think we will need to hear anything more from you, I will be doing all of the talking.”

Both women walked behind Nikki’s head, as the Mistress gingerly lifted it to allow Dr. Olga to insert a well-worn bit gag into her mouth, which Nikki quickly bit down on.  It was attached to a pair of steel rings and a harness, which the women effortlessly attached to her head.  The securing part was now completed; Nikki was now totally immobilized by wrist and ankle cuffs as well as an intricate series of waist and thigh belts all carefully engineered to allow as little movement as possible.

Dr. Olga walked back to her control panel as the Mistress circled her captive and admired their handiwork.  She started to teasingly drag her fingernails up and down the delicate fabric of Nikki’s stockings, pausing for the briefest of moments at her cunt.  Try it as she might, Nikki was unable to fight off her growing arousal.  She knew she shouldn’t feel this way.  Sensing this, Natasha increased her teasing as Dr. Olga at last turned to face her “patient”.

“#311, before we go any further, I want to tell you exactly what is going to happen to you before we begin. Discussion will not be possible once we start.  In a few moments you are going to be introduced to one of the most important inventions to ever come out of my country.  It is called the Volta XR5000.”  She paused to stare at the orb.  “Like most great inventions, it was developed to help solve a problem.”

The Mistress had heard this speech so many times now she just tuned it out and concentrated on her gentle caressing of Nikki’s inner thighs, breasts, and pussy.  Careful though not to take her too far towards an orgasm, and equally careful to show Olga the respect she clearly craved and deserved.

The Doctor continued, “The problem our country faced many years ago, even before you were born, was we were losing the Cold War and we needed better and more committed spies to further the cause of Mother Russia.  More then anything the KGB needed women who would sacrifice themselves for the common good of the people.  More specifically we needed women who could easily seduce other women, could be taught to obey other women, could surrender themselves to other women willingly and unflinchingly in order to get the secrets that we needed to fight the capitalist pigs of the West.”  Nikki, never much of a history student, had no idea what the doctor was talking about, as she was just four years old when the cold war ended.

“Mother Russia had no shortage of beautiful women, women much like you #311, but we lacked the ability to convincingly turn them into lesbian spies.  That failure sadly, led to the torture and execution of many of my countries’ most beautiful and committed agents.  That is where I came in.  My team and I developed a unit that could convert even the most apprehensive of girls into a lesbian slave for life.  One who was ready to obey any command no matter how bizarre or obscure?  The fruit of my labor, #311, now rests before your eyes.”  Dr. Olga swept her hand and pointed toward the orb. “We spent years perfecting it and subjected many beautiful girls to its awesome power.  Our people would scour the globe and would kidnap beauties from Latin America, Europe, North America, China, wherever it was necessary at the time and an agent was needed. 

“Sadly, or maybe not so much now, we lost the war.  Now I am fortunate enough to have been introduced to the joys of capitalism through my friend Mistress Natasha.   Together we have made each other very wealthy and best of all we truly love what we are doing.”

 

Nikki looked up at the Doctor, who was looking at Mistress Natasha and she could see now that these women truly were insane.  What type of people would spend a lifetime practicing this sort of crazed experimental “medicine” on innocent women? 

“In just a moment #311, Mistress Natasha is going to part the lips on your pussy with her thumb and forefinger.  Then I am going to carefully position the head of the dildo at the opening of your cunt.  First though, I want to explain how this process works since you will not remember a thing once it is all over.  I will try not to be too technical and as it is difficult for most people to fully understand anyway and the knowledge will be of little use to you.”

Nikki gulped hard again.

“Mistress Natasha, in a few moments, is going to place her mouth on your pussy.  I know that she is making you very excited right now, isn’t she?”

“Yes Doctor, she is.”

“Very good that is exactly what she is supposed to do.  Then she is going to use her expert tongue to bring you very very close to an orgasm, closer then you have ever been in your life. She is very good at this #311; I have seen her do this many times. More then anything in your life you will want to come.  In fact you will do anything to come.  You will beg for it, beg for the release, but it will be not be time for it just yet.”

The Mistress nodded to her partner, thanking her for the compliment. 

“Next I will push this button and the rod will slowly begin to penetrate your pussy, inching its way deeper and deeper into your cunt.  I know it will be very difficult, but I don’t want you to be scared.” A mixture of fear and excitement all at once swept over the girl as Natasha increased her heavy petting of Nikki’s increasingly moist cunt.  “At a depth of 5 inches it will stop and the Mistress will at last mercifully bring you to orgasm.  I want you to enjoy that moment as much as you possibly can #311, to cherish it, because the rest of this process will not be so pleasurable.”  Nikki again felt a lump in her throat.  

“The rod will then be connected to a piston pump and then I will then press this button.”

The Doctor pointed to a large black button in the middle of the console.

“The orb will light up, first in a bright red color, then you will feel a gentle pulsating in your pussy as the rod starts to vibrate.  I want you to bite down hard on the gag, as hard as you can #311, because the dildo will gradually slide deeper and deeper in your hot, wet little pussy.   In exactly one minute the color will change to orange and the pulsating will gradually increase as it pushes deeper inside you.  The next color will be yellow and so on.  Just like in science class ROY G BIV.  Do you remember that my dear?  Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo and Violet!  Such a simple thing really and yet we have managed to harness the rays of the spectrum to produce something so special.”

Nikki had no idea what she was talking about and began to cry hysterically, despite the best attempts of Natasha to distract her.  Nearly every girl behaved in this exact manner, no matter how committed they were when they were this close to the end of their ordeal.

The Doctor continued, “By the time we get to Indigo, the pain between your legs will be mind-numbing.  The dildo will pump farther into your cunt, probably deeper then anything has ever gone before.  Eventually you will lose consciousness, and when you do that is when the magical sphere will do what it was designed to do.  The beams of light emanating from it will physically alter your body’s chemistry, forever changing your sexual desires.  It is much too difficult to explain how the process works and it really does not matter at this point. When the machine stops pumping, one minute after the violet stage starts, it will be all be over.  Your transformation will be complete!   You will forever lose any sexual interest you may have had with males; making love to a woman will become your primary sexual objective, an objective I might add that you will strive to achieve each and every day of the rest of your life. This process, as I mentioned earlier, is completely and totally irreversible, not that we would ever want to reverse it. ”

Dr. Olga was getting excited herself, working herself into a semi-frenzy by rubbing her own clit with her left hand.  No matter how many times she had conducted these transformations, it never grew boring to her. She loved it.

Mistress Natasha, sensing the Doctor’s need for a moment to compose herself, took over with the conversation.  She stopped her own caressing of Nikki for a moment:  “An added benefit, at least from our standpoint, to this entire ordeal, #311, is that you yourself will become much more sexually charged.  If you were not terribly interested in sex before, that will change when we are done here today.  Starting tomorrow, right after you awaken, you will find yourself becoming obsessed with pleasing other woman sexually.  You also will find yourself in a near constant state of arousal.  You will have to learn to control your desires though.  Access to your own body, just like on Level One, will be extremely limited.  We will teach you to channel your new sexual energy into pleasing others, as any good slave would want to do.”

Natasha paused for a moment, and gave Nikki a kiss on the forehead.

“It may seem like an eternity for you, my pretty young girl, but in actuality it will only take seven minutes.  Seven minutes to change your life forever.  You will wake up tomorrow a newgirl, eager to understand the complexities of being a lesbian and ready to submit yourself to the difficult challenges of learning to become a slave.” 

“Let us begin, shall we”.

Nikki tried to scream through the gag, she was not ready now, nor did she think would she ever be.  She was regretting now ever having “agreed” to this.  It was too late though.  Mistress Natasha, as if in queue, parted Nikki’s rose petal like pussy lips with her left hand, as Doctor Olga gingerly inched the scary rod forward with careful manipulations of the joystick on the control panel.  Nikki could feel the big head of the dildo slowly ease its way into her moist cunt.  She was now happy that Mistress Natasha had “primed” her.  This no doubt would hurt a hell of a lot more if she were not already wet.  As promised, The Mistress, after brushing aside her long black hair, immediately lowered her head onto Nikki’s pussy.  She clearly had performed this act many times before.  The sensation of having her clit licked while the huge dildo eased into cunt was indeed pleasurable.

Dr. Olga manually set the device to stop at a depth of exactly five inches as she herself walked over to Nikki and started to nibble at the slave’s rock hard nipples.  Nikki was getting close now, the two women could see her mouthing “please don’t stop” through the gag.  Nikki had never had another women taste her cunt before and she was quite certain that nothing could be this pleasurable.  Why did they have to put her through this entire process first?  If the Mistress had done this to her at the very beginning she may have converted to lesbianism on the spot.

Natasha continued to slowly slide her tongue up and down Nikki’s wet slot, occasionally feeling the rock hard dildo slide into Nikki’s hole.  She had done this to every girl that had ever been brought into Institute, now over 300.  It was her little way of saying thank you for putting the girls through so much hell.  What she didn’t have the heart to tell Nikki was that this would likely be her very last orgasm for quite some time.  Girls were strictly forbidden to achieve orgasm during their training phase. That pleasure was reserved for the staff only.  And the truth was that many girls were likely to be sold to owners that were very likely to severely restrict access to their new slaves pussies’, usually through enforced chastity belt wearing and other stringent bondage.

All of that of course, was information that Nikki did not need to be made aware of, and certainly not now.  She had enough problems to worry about.  Olga and Natasha continued their oral pleasuring of the rigidly restrained girl, both of them enjoying the site of her trying to wiggle around as she came closer and closer to ecstasy.  Natasha could feel Nikki’s thighs and lower chest muscles tense up, it was time to stop, now.  She immediately pulled her head from between the young girl’s legs.  Dr. Olga quickly followed suit.  Both women could see the utter disappointment in Nikki’s eyes as she lifted her head up as high as the bonds would allow and practically begged them to continue.  This was typical behavior, even under the direst of circumstances, these girls could only think of one thing, their own need for sexual pleasure.

That would come, of course, but with a terrible price.  Dr. Olga wasted no time now, and with another shared nod to Natasha, she switched her diabolical contraption into action.  The Orb lit up; the lights were now a brilliant shade of red and were starting to blink as they raced around the silver sphere.  The dildo stated to throb and drive itself deeper into Nikki’s cunt.  As much as Natasha wanted to put her mouth onto Nikki’s pussy again, she didn’t dare.  The rod was much too powerful for her to put any of her body parts there, much less her tongue.  It quickly became a mute point however as Nikki buckled wildly, the dildo succeeding in it’s first task of bringing her to orgasm.  A wave of sheer ecstasy swept over the 20 year old.  She had never felt anything so pleasurable in all her life.  Hot come trickled out from her cunt, further helping to lubricate the device.

“Don’t you see how good it can feel #311?”

Nikki attempted to nod in agreement, but Olga and Natasha were certain that she would not feel that way in just a few minutes.  Privately both new that it was better if their captives came during the orange or yellow stage, as that would minimize the amount of time left for them to deal with the truly difficult stages of indigo and violet.  The more sexually experienced girls generally tried to time their orgasms in that way.   But there was nothing they could do now.  The rod continued to pump away, now into the yellow stage.  Nikki was sure she had never had anything in her pussy so deep and it was starting to hurt.

Natasha started to rub Nikki’s breasts as Dr. Olga got very close to Nikki’s cunt, watching her beautiful creation glide further into the slaves’ tender recesses.

“Don’t fight it my dear, let your self accept it.  It is a wonderful thing, you will soon be one of us.”  The doctor reached out and took Nikki’s left hand, still cuffed firmly at the wrist and held it tightly.  “Just a few short weeks ago your sister was strapped down to this very table, she too was scared, very scared, but she understood that she must accept the rod no matter how intense the pain.  I am asking you to do the same thing now.”

Nikki could no longer hear the words as the enormous device continued it’s unrelenting thrust into her.  The light was blue now, indicating it was now ten whole inches inside her.  Her explosive orgasm, delivered just a few moments ago, was now a distant memory.  The pain was excruciating.  She bit harder and harder into the gag, leaving teeth marks where so many others had before her.  The chains too held fast, the limited leverage she could manage was no match for the high tensile steel bonds.  Dr. Olga continued to hold Nikki’s left hand, while Mistress Natasha held firm to the right.  There was nothing more they could do for the girl.  She was on her own now, clinging to one last little bit of her past life, but soon to enter a newer, and hopefully more exciting one.

Dr. Olga peeked between Nikki’s legs and watched her beautiful black and now flashing indigo creation force it’s way in.  It was almost at its maximum depth.  Nikki gave one last spasm, desperately trying to free herself.  They paid her no attention as she finally passed out.  The hypnotic affect of the dildo kept their attention. 

Dr. Olga had never cleaned her precious creation; she wanted each woman to leave her own “mark” on it.  So in some small way they could all be a part of each other.  And in way they were, all part on an elite lesbian slave society.

It was over now; the machine immediately stopped pumping after exactly seven minutes inside Nikki’s cunt.  Nikki was conscious for slightly less then six of them.  About 45 seconds longer then her sister the two women noted.  That was to be expected.  She definitely was tougher then Kate, and two years older as well. 

As a dedicated professional, the only one in her field that she knew of, Dr. Olga kept very detailed records of the procedures that she supervised in her special chamber.  A closer inspection of her files revealed that 86% of all girls “converted” were completely unconscious (and therefore subconsciously accepting their new sexual identity) by the “blue” stage.  By “indigo”, or eleven inches in, it was up to 99%.  In fact only 2 girls had ever made it all the way through to violet.  One was a feisty Swedish girl kidnapped years ago and brought to her by the KGB, the other, a bratty American slut, one of the first to be supplied by Natasha’s crew.  Both required additional extreme measures to complete their transformation.  Such actions were unfortunate for all parties involved and Dr. Olga was pleased that such drastic measures were unnecessary for Nikki.

Dr. Olga manned the control panel again and used it to slowly back the rod out of Nikki’s cunt. Great pains were taken to make sure this was done carefully.  Nikki’s body, and especially her pussy, was now a prized asset for them.  As Nikki progressed through her training, every effort would be made to ensure that minimal contact would be necessary between her legs. 

Meanwhile, Natasha removed the gag and loosened the myriad of straps and cuffs.   A damp towel was used to wipe away the tears and spittle that coated Nikki’s pretty face.  She was now in a very deep and serene sleep, there was no danger of her awakening.  She would be this way for the better part of a day. 

Despite their delight at the relative smoothness of the operation, both women knew that the hard work was just beginning.  Nikki probably had a good 60-75 days in front of her of intensive training before she would be fit for sale.  That was really all the time they needed though, as the auction was not until the last day of September.  She would now be transferred over to Commandant Bastille and her superb staff on Level Two. 

#311 would be in very capable hands now Natasha was certain; this allowed her to head upstairs as she had more pressing concerns that demanded her attention.  There were now eight more girls in cells upstairs needing to be coaxed into the chamber.  Her work was never done.