Capture and Training Facility

Capture and Training Facility

Story Codes : M+F+/m+f+, slavery, bondage, watersports, transgender, D/s, chastity belt, cbt, enema, BDSM, humiliation, nc, torture, heavy

Prolog

My name is Tom but most of the people who come in contact with me call me Master. I run a unique facility here out in the country. I and my staff of sadists capture and train slaves for sale around the world. Some of the slaves we train are volunteers, they get in touch with me through several websites with chat rooms and if the conditions are right and I feel its safe we make the deal and they become slaves for life. Others are enrolled by their masters or mistresses so that they can become better slaves. Most of these agreed to come here but some were just dropped off by their owners. We also kidnap and train specific targets for our clientele. A master may have a specific person in mind as a slave and we will follow that person until we find the right opportunity and gather them in. I also have pickup teams operating around the country, mostly in cities where strangers are not noticed, finding likely slaves and capturing them. They are transported to my facility by various methods and introduced to their new life. But whether they are volunteers or not they have no idea what they will be put through or what their lives will be like.

I

I am sitting on a stool at the bar in the rec area sipping on a cold beer. The bar is open from the afternoon until late at night. Behind the bar are 2 trained slavegirls acting as bartenders. But just because they are trained doesn’t mean that they should be trusted. Each bar wench had a steal belt locked around her waist that was connected by chain to the end of the bar. They were brought in around noon dressed in their uniforms of 6 inch high heels with locking ankle straps, locked into their waist belts, and fed. They would be fed again after the bar closed and then sleep behind the bar. A pitcher was provided for them to use as a urinal and their daily enema eliminated the need for a toilet. In the morning, they would be collected and taken to perform their normal morning rituals.

At the center of the room, a team of slaves under the supervision of Bre, one of my trainers, were swapping out the urinal. Last nights girl, D23 had been unhooked and was being led out by two of the team. While one slave cleaned and shined the clear glass and plastic of the station, the other put the finishing touches on the centerpiece, slave A12. Soon enough they were done and Mistress Bre ushered them out of the bar to their next task.

I relaxed on the stool, taking occasional sips from my beer, enjoying the feeling of my filling bladder and looking over at the bar’s bizarre bathroom facilities. The slave girl knelt, bound to the short clear plastic pole. The straps on her ankles and knees kept her legs spread wide and her wrists and elbows were strapped tightly together behind the pole forcing her tits out. Around her neck was a clear plastic posture collar positioning her head so she could only look at the 2 clear glass urinals, one a low wide bowl and the other narrow and deep mounted on the raised dais before her. A flanged penis gag was in her mouth, the flange sealing her mouth to prevent leakage and from the gag a clear plastic tube traveled to a Y connector with tubes to each bowl. A clear catheter was inserted in her urethra and led to a drain in the floor. Wires with clips on the ends were connected to her nipples and clitoris and wired metal dildos were inserted in her vagina and rectum. A12 was open for business.

I could see tears forming in the slave girl’s eyes. It made my dick jump in my leather jock to see this reaction. She didn’t realize that this ordeal wasn’t a punishment but only part of her training. A12 wasn’t here voluntarily, she had been stalked and captured by one of my pick up teams. This whole world of bondage and slavery was totally foreign to her.

My bladder was letting me know that it was time to take a piss. I finished the last of my beer and walked over to the human urinal or huminal as we christened the facility. The lights in the room were dim and easy but the huminal was lit with several bright spotlights so all could see her humiliation. I stepped up to the wide low bowl and removed the cod piece from my jockstrap. Holding my cock in my right hand I decided to talk to my toilet trainee. “A12 here is how your night is going to go. Whenever anyone in this bar needs to pee they will do it here. Your job is to swallow all the piss that flows down that pipe. I realize that you may not enjoy the experience but you will do it. If you look closely at each of the urinal bowls you will see a faint line. If our piss rises above that line the sensors in it will trigger encouragement for you. You will begin to feel electric shocks randomly administered to your tits, clit. cunt and asshole. It will start out uncomfortable and the longer you take to drink the level down the worse it will get. Each time you trigger an encouragement the initial shock will be at a higher power so I would advise you to not let the levels rise if I were you.”

I began pissing in the bowl and watched my golden urine flow down the tube towards her mouth. I didn’t see the level in the bowl go down after the piss reached her gag so I assumed that she was blocking the feeding hole in her gag with her tongue. “Oh, we will be grading your work and enthusiasm tonight and You will be released when we feel you have learned your lesson. Do a good job and drink like a good slave and you will be released tomorrow, fail to do a good job and you will be here for a long time. You will be fed a liquid diet through your feeding tube so you can remain here as long as need be. I will warn you that your food looks and tastes like liquid shit so again, do a good job and swallow.” Shaking my dick of the last drops, I replaced the cod piece. I hadn’t even gotten back to my stool before Linda, another of my staff, rushed up to the huminal, removed her cunt cover from her thong and used the other bowl. I had seen her fidgeting at the other end of the bar with Phillip. I figured that she was being polite and letting me be the first to use A12 even though she really needed to pee. Since the levels of urine were still not going down it looked like A12 was going to be a slow learner.

I had just gotten my second beer when Mistress Bre came back into the bar with tonight’s 4 serving girls. Well actually 3 serving girls and one serving shemale. The servers wore high heels and thigh high holdup stockings and of course their collars and tiny aprons. The shemale wore the same outfit with the addition of a clear plastic chastity tube that kept her dick under control. After entering the room, Bre used her remote control to arm the server’s collars. If they attempted to leave the bar before they were deactivated, they would be shocked unconscious as the passed through the door. They were here to provide refreshments and sex to the bar patrons for the night.

Slowly more staff members entered the bar after completing their duties or on an extended break from one training session or another. Several of them brought trainees along with them. By now several of the patrons in the bar had availed themselves with A12’s bowls and the level was dangerously close to the sensor line in the female bowl. Finally, Bre led the shemale server up to the urinal and helped position her over the female bowl. Her chastity tube was slotted and allowed liquid to escape but she had no control over the stream. Also the hormones and other chemicals we gave her had left her looking so much like a woman that the only thing on her that was male was her cock and balls. Aside from them she was totally fem in body and appearance. Bre had judged the level correctly and even before the shemale was finished the red indicator light came on under the bowl. A12 began twitching and thrashing as much as her bonds would allow. I watched carefully and saw her throat constrict as she swallowed her first mouthful of piss. As she tasted the acrid urine her body reacted by trying to cough it back up. The gag contained a one-way valve so this was not possible so the liquid dribbled out of her nose. I wasn’t worried because Bre was there and would pinch off the tube and help her if she looked like she was in trouble. By now 10 seconds had passed and the control program raised the voltage. I could begin to see a sheen of pain sweat beginning to form on her body. Another increase in voltage and A12 was really feeling it now. She finally seemed to realize that the torment wasn’t going to stop until she drank down the level so we were treated to the view of her throat swallowing.

She managed to draw the level of piss down below the sensor line and looked hurt when the shocking continued. Bre looked her in the eye and informed her. “One thing Master Tom neglected to inform you of is that if the level of piss activates the sensor line the shocks will continue at their present level for 30 seconds after the line is clear. And even better, you get an additional 30 seconds for every increase in voltage. The blinking green light under the bowl flashed once for every interval you have to endure. The shocking will stop when the time runs out.” Bre helped the shemale off of the bowl and sent her on her way and went over to A12. She used her finger to wipe at the liquid on A12’s upper lip. “By the way, we’ll be adding some extra time to your session for this stunt. You were told to swallow, not spew your master’s precious pee around like it was worthless.”

By the time I finished my beer I could see that A12’s catheter was flowing almost constantly as he kidney’s quickly processed the urine she was ingesting. All was going well with her lesson and I had a punishment session to attend to so I slipped off of the stool and strolled out of the bar. I could feel my dick hardening in my jock as I contemplated the pain I was going to inflict on T3. It was going to be a long night for all of us.