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Chapter 21 September 3rd 4:00PM
Nikki’s first sexually awkward moment with her sister was entirely by design. Commandant Bastille, who had been known to all to have a bit of a devilish streak, had been told by Mistress Natasha to pair the two sisters together. This order came as quite a surprise to her as Natasha had made it a point to insist that the two girls were not allowed to participate in any sexual activities together. The staff was disappointed as they had longed to see the girls’ pair off. These new orders would come as a pleasant surprise to them. Nikki and Kate, for their matter, were surprised that they were not ever forced to perform sexually with one another.
Nikki, as was customary for every girl on Level Two each morning, was taken to the wardrobe room. Her attire for the day was pre-selected the previous evening, and was entirely at the whim of the Commandant. She was nearly always dressed in some sexy silk or satin lingerie ensemble. Occasionally the Commandant would mix it up with something more racy like leather or latex, but today Nikki was to wear a black silk bra and panty set with matching stockings and garters. As she was dressing herself, and pulling her panties over her ever-present chastity belt, one of the assistants informed her that something special was planed for her that day. She was led to a room by a guard, shackles were no longer necessary at this point of her training, but guards almost always accompanied the slaves.
Once inside the empty room, Nikki was made to raise her hands so her wrists could be cuffed to the stainless steel bar hanging from the ceiling. Immediately she complied and then spread her ankles, which were now cuffed to a spreader bar. Nikki had been in this room before and was certain that today one of the other slaves was going to be made to eat her cunt. While certainly not unpleasant physically, it was to her quite demeaning. The Commandant, and no doubt many others Nikki was sure, watched her like a lab specimen from behind the two-way mirror, studying and analyzing her every move.
Nikki was made to stand there uncomfortably in her 4-inch stiletto heels until the door opened and Commandant Bastille entered.
She walked over to Nikki and carefully lowered the black silk panties, revealing the ultra secure chastity belt. She placed her right thumb in the scanner, located on the face of the unit, and waited for the scan to be completed. Once identified, the belt flashed a green light and depressurized with the familiar “wooooshing” noise, and then it unlocked. The Commandant lowered the belt from between Nikki’s legs, stopping for a moment to marvel at Nikki’s perfectly shaved cunt. She then raised Nikki’s silk panties back over her pussy and took the belt and placed it in the corner.
“This morning my dear, I have a surprise for you. I am not sure if you will like, but that is really not my concern. But I can tell you I will enjoy watching.”
Nikki, knowing she was not supposed to speak unless told to do so, kept her mouth shut as the Commandant made her way back to the observation room. Moments later a hooded girl was led into the room on a leash by one of the guards. The girl was made to kneel between Nikki’s legs. The overhead speaker came on and issued the following command:
“In a moment slave number one, your hood will be removed. You will then immediately begin to orally pleasure the woman in front of you. It is your objective to bring her as close to orgasm as possible using only your mouth. Your goal for bringing her to that state of arousal is four minutes; anything longer will be considered unacceptable and will lead to stern disciplinary measures. Please acknowledge your understanding by nodding your head.”
The girl underneath the hood did so.
“Very well then, guards remove the hood.”
The girl blinked her eyes a few times and looked up, straight into the eyes of her sister Nikki! Kate looked absolutely radiant; her long hair was in a ponytail, her body decked out in a beautiful white teddy. She was only too happy to perform the task at hand.
“Please let me do this for you Nikki, I want to so badly”, she whispered, as if either had a choice. “With everything that we have been through I want you to enjoy this”. She looked up from her knees with those big, blue, puppy-dog eyes.
“Begin Now!!!” came a sharp order over the loud speaker.
“Please no Kate, this is sinful, it is wrong, don’t do it, I beg of you. Please don’t make her do this to me”, she yelled at the window.
The women behind the glass chuckled at that request as young Kate crawled forward and slowly lowered her sister’s panties, down her thighs, as far as they could go with her legs spread apart by the bar. Kate used her hands to cup her sister’s tiny ass and pushed Nikki’s cunt forward into her waiting mouth. Nikki attempted to pull away, to stop this incestuous madness before it went to far, but Kate held her sister’s ass firmly as she slowly went to work on her older sister’s clit. Nikki may have been a lesbian now, Kate too, but she still knew right from wrong and this was definitely wrong. Sisters were not supposed to eat each other’s cunts. But if it was wrong, why did it feel so right? Nikki struggled mightily to fight off these confusing feelings as Kate continued to lick away at her box. With so much pain administered between her legs the last few months, this activity was a welcome change, even if it was being done by her own sister. Nikki’s pussy was getting wetter and wetter as Kate skillfully managed to hit every sensitive area with her now expertly trained tongue. Kate’s head never left Nikki’s snatch as her face just circled round and round Nikki’s molten hole.
This girl indeed had impressive talent, the women behind the glass remarked to each other. Not only was Kate a drop-dead beauty, but she had proven to be an outstanding student as well.
This entire event was being videotaped and would be shown to prospective clients. Kate’s value at the auction would increase immensely, of that they were all certain.
Just a few more seconds and now and Nikki was going to explode. She was pushing her cunt closer and closer towards Kate’s hungry mouth, wanting more then anything to come. But just like that, it ended. A voice over the loud speaker yelled, “Stop”!!! The leash around Kate’s neck was pulled, like a dog, forcing her head back from her sister’s smoldering twat. Both girls were immensely disappointed, just as the Commandant had wanted. Orgasm denial was a staple of the training process, everyone was well aware of that by now. It was something that these girls would have to understand and get used to as they began their new lives as slaves. Many of the new owners tended to be extremely stingy in allowing their slaves to have an orgasm. In fact for many of the girls it was entirely possible that they could go years without coming if the ended up with the wrong owner. So in many ways these kinds of activities were a harsh but good learning lesson for the slaves.
“Very good my dear, you should be very proud”, the Commandant uttered as she entered the room and looked at the clock, now flashing a 2:47. You have learned well, my young slave. She kissed Kate on the lips, tasting Nikki’s juices in the process. “Clean them up”, she ordered next. A guard came over with a damp sponge and wiped away the saliva and pussy juices off of Nikki’s cunt and her sister’s chin.
The Commandant walked back over to the corner and retrieved Nikki’s chastity belt. Carefully she positioned it between her legs and situated it into place. While holding it into position, she again placed her thumb into the scanner. With her identification confirmed, the belt began to lock itself into place. Rubber seals positioned themselves properly and inflated automatically, securing themselves around her waist and the outer traces of her pussy. Air ducts closed and fans kicked into gear to began their work to stabilize the temperature and humidity around her cunt.
Nikki was of course extremely frustrated, she, and all the girls in fact, had been brought to the brink many times, only to have the rug pulled out from under them. It was a constant source of disappointment and yet something they were powerless to do anything about.
The Mistress had spent thousands and thousands of dollars on each of these units. They were all custom made and sent in from a mysterious source in Eastern China specializing in female chastity belts. Each girl, when she was first brought in to Stonebriar, was carefully measured. A belt was then custom made to fit those exact measurements. The process took some time and Natasha paid a hefty fee to ensure that the devices were ready the moment the girls arrived at Level Two.
The slaves, not surprisingly, hated them. Every girl in stage two was forced to wear them at all times, almost 24/7. They were of course removed for shaving purposes, and other then for that reason, only two other times per day: Always at the same time, and always for just 10 minutes each time. The girls needed to condition themselves to taking care of their “feminine needs” during those times. When the belts were removed, their hands were always secured first. It was important for Mistress Natasha to convey to the girls that their bodies were no longer under their own control. It was this control, over their most important body part, that was so integral to the girls’ accepting their fate as slaves. In fact it was Mistress Natasha’s unyielding policy that from the minute the girls first entered Stonebriar, to the moment that the gavel fell at the auction, that they never touch their pussies’, ever. Months and months of mentally conditioning the girls into believing that they were no longer in control of their own bodies was an important component to their ultimate submission and eventual slave hood.
But there was another more ominous reason that the girls hated the chastity belts. On the inside of each were two small silver plates, each about one inch long and a quarter inch wide. Each plate was engraved with a lightening bolt. They were connected to miniature hydraulic presses, that, when activated, gently pressed forward and eased the plates into the soft flesh onto either side of the pussy lips. When that happened the girls new immediately what was to come next; an electrical charge was going to be delivered to their cunts. At that point there was nothing they could do about it. The duration and intensity of the shock were at the disposal of the Commandant and the Mistress exclusively. This “weapon” became a very powerful tool to help train the girls. Frequent and regular jolts to the pussy were most helpful in expediting their training.
The Mistress wished that she had had access to these belts much earlier in her career, so effective were they in helping to train her girls. Nothing, in her opinion, was more effective during the training process then the ability to deliver electricity directly to a woman’s shaved snatch. The pain was administered quickly and was undeniably effective at getting a message across.
Nikki’s first experience with the electric plates came not long after the chastity belt was first fastened into place. It was her second week in stage 2 and it was to be her first forced licking of another girl. Despite her “conversion” in Dr. Olga’s chamber, it was still sometimes difficult for some girl’s to accept going down on another woman. The plates helped to convince them otherwise.
Her hand-selected recipient was a pretty young girl named Stephanie. She was a gorgeous 22 year-old brunette from the East Coast who was now in the advanced stages of her stay on Level Two. Stephanie was well liked by the staff and it was felt that she deserved a little something special for the great strides she had made during her training. It was decided that Stephanie would be rewarded for her steady advancement by having the new girl, Nikki, go down on her. Nikki, of course, had never licked another woman’s cunt before, and she was apprehensive to do so now, despite her capitulation in the chamber just two weeks ago.
Nikki was forced to kneel between Stephanie’s outstretched, and restrained, legs and ordered to place her tongue on the pretty brunette’s cunt. She was foolish enough to hesitate before reluctantly proceeding. Her trainers anticipated Nikki’s mildly defiant act. All were well aware that that the first forced licking was always difficult for any new girl. This gave the Commandant a ready excuse to activate the device, by remote control, between Nikki’s legs. Stephanie, who was secured with wrist and ankle cuffs, and all the other onlookers, knew immediately what was to come next. Nikki stopped her feeble tongue machinations as soon she felt a slight vibration from the chastity belt between her legs. The cold steel plates pressed forward into her soft pussy, and a split second later a searing electrical charge jolted her shaved mound. She screamed in pain, fell to the floor and instinctively reached between her legs, while the staff howled with delight. But of course the chastity belt prevented her from giving herself any relief. Nikki was again taught a valuable lesson that day, she was not in control of her body, and these women delighted in reaffirming that fact.
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