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Chapter 1
Waking up in an unfamiliar place is always bewildering, and Christine felt exactly that as she coughed violently and sat up on a small hard bed in a tiny room with little natural light. She faced a stout looking steel door that looked as though it belonged in a prison. She coughed again, her throat parched and sore and then slowly looked around at her surroundings.
Plain wooden floor boards ran the length of the small room, a large wardrobe stood in a corner opposite the door and at the foot of her bed stood a plain metal footlocker; no other furniture adorned the austere room. Only a single small window, high in the wall, barred and heavily tinted, allowed a small amount of natural light to enter the room.
As well as her throat, her head pounded with a startling and lingering headache. She gripped her head in both hands and tried massaging her temples, but to no avail, the headache persisted relentlessly. Christine pulled the bed’s single sheet around her naked body. Trying to ignore the headache, she timidly climbed up on the bed and pulled herself up to the small barred window. Through it she could just make out the city skyline in the medium distance. She was far from home.
Through the grinding headache she tried to recall what had happened to her. She remembered a bar, dancing, drinking with strangers. She’d been in town for a musical recital and had decided to get a taste of big-city life by frequenting a couple of likely looking night spots. The evening’s events progressively became fuzzier, and she remembered vomiting into a gutter at one point. After that her recollections were entirely blurry.
She certainly didn’t remember coming to this place, wherever it was.
She levered at the window in an effort to open it however it was stuck fast. Gripping the iron bars, she pulled herself further up to look down into the street, quickly realising that she was five or six stories above street level. She saw a handful of people quietly going about their business, wrapped up tight against cold-winter winds that howled down the street. She looked out of the window until her arms began to ache. She guessed, correctly, that the window was tinted enough to deny any passer-by the ability to look in.
With her make-shift toga still wrapped around her she walked to the imposing steel door. She saw no handle, only a keyhole and what appeared to be a hinged window that opened outward and allow someone to look in on her. The door was locked and Christine began to worry in earnest.
She called out, timidly at first, and then with increasing frustration as her cries went unanswered. Eventually she began pounding on the door with her open hand: “Hello! Is anyone there? Let me out! There’s been some sort of mistake!”
Only silence answered her.
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Eventually Christine sat back on the bed and watched the shadows begin to shrink as the sun cast more and more light into her room. The wind whined passed the window, suggesting that outside it was a cold blustery winter’s day. Inside her cell however – which was how she had come to think of this tiny room – it was comfortably warm.
Still curiosity led her to the wardrobe in the corner of the room, where she hoped that she’d find her clothes from the night before, or even some clothes of any type. The wardrobe however was completely empty. She turned to the footlocker at the base of the hard bed and upon opening it she found an envelope.
“Open this if you want to live”, was printed on the front of the envelope. Christine tentatively opened the envelope and a small hearing device fell into the palm of her hand. She looked at the device closely and as she did so she faintly heard noise emitting from it. Reluctantly she put it in her ear.
“Well done Christine,” the female’s soothing voice would have put her at ease had her situation not been so daunting. “I need you to listen to me very carefully Christine. We have about half an hour before the door in front of you opens and when it does you will need to have understood everything that I am about to tell you. First of all, you may ask questions at any time, I will answer them as honestly as I can. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Christine said awkwardly, “How can you hear me?” She asked.
“Look up… now to your left. See?” Christine followed the instructions and saw a small object attached to the ceiling. Rectangular and black it was about the size of a playing card. “It’s a camera and microphone, I can see and hear you at all times, you’ll find them throughout the building.”
“What is this place?” was Christine’s next question.
“Ah, one of the big questions,” the female voice suggested, “this building has no name, and I can’t tell you where it is exactly, but if you’ve looked out the window you’d have seen that you’re west of the city. You’re in a secure room on a secure floor. There is only one way in or out of the building and the only time you will ever see the exit is when you leave this place for good –“
Christine interrupted, “When will that be, why I am here, who are you? Please let me out!”
“Stop!” The voice suggested firmly, “all in good time. I will explain. Please sit back down and try to remain calm.”
Christine sat back on the bed.
“My name is Sophie, and I am the closest thing to a friend you will find in this place. If you are smart you’ll listen to me, follow my instructions and if you do that things will go easier.
“You have been abducted,” Christine’s stomach churned and she felt like being sick, “by some rather wealthy individuals who own this place. They also employ me. These people have very particular tastes and desires that can’t be realised in the real world. So they built this place and they abduct girls like you to satisfy their needs. I know this is all very hard to come to grips with and I know you’re very scared right now.
“If I can offer any consolation it’s that you’ll eventually be released. That is if you behave, if you do that they’ll eventually tire of you or find someone new to play their games with. When that happens, you’ll be let go with a very substantial reward for your time and your silence.
“How do I know this?” The voice called Sophie asked rhetorically, “because I was once like you. I woke up in the very bed you’re sitting on right now and spent three long years playing their games. Then one day they came and let me go. But I offered to stay to help the girls. I’m here to keep an eye on you and to help you where I can, but I can only help you if you try to help yourself.
“Now I need you to understand me now. Are you listening carefully Christine?”
“Yes,” Christine whimpered, her mind trying desperately to absorb the things that Sophie was telling her through the earpiece.
“Your future survival depends on one thing and one thing only. Submit. Submit to whatever they ask of you. If you resist, you will be tortured. If you attempt to escape, you will be severely punished. If you break any of their rules, you will be punished.
“Submission is your only ticket out of here. Put out of your mind any thought of being rescued or escaping. These people are well connected: ruthless and rich. They control law enforcement and this building is more secure than most bank vaults. But if you play along with them and let them have their fun then one day you might just make it out of here alive, and when you do you will have more money than you can dream of.”
“I can’t believe any of this!” Christine said in shock.
“You had better believe it Christine, because it’s true.”
“Who are they?” She asked.
“There are four of them, three men and one woman. I only know them as Mr White, Mr Black, Mr Green and Miss Red. You will only ever refer to them as Master or Mistress. You will never talk out of place and will always answer promptly when asked a question. If you fail to follow these rules you will be punished.
“How? What do you mean: punished?”
“That depends,” the voice in her ear suggested, “for something minor you might get a spanking, for the more serious infringements you can expect to be tortured… sexually.”
“What!” Christine cried in disbelief.
“All four of them are sadists Christine. They each enjoy their own particular flavour of sadism, but they all enjoy torturing, humiliating and degrading young women like yourself. But on the upside, you may – in time – even begin to enjoy it!”
“Never! Let me out of here!” Christine jumped to her feet and began pounding on the steel door. She ignored Sophie’s pleas through the ear bud for her to calm down, and for several minutes Christine kicked, punched and pounded at the steel door while screaming at the top of her lungs.
Some minutes later she collapsed on the ground before the door, breathless and discouraged.
“Christine, are you alright?” Sophie’s voice asked quietly in her ear.
“Please just let me out, please?” Christine moaned.
“I’m sorry, I can’t. If I could I would, but I simply can’t. You don’t have that choice. The only choices you now have are what they intend for you. I’m so sorry.” Sophie went quiet for a minute.
“I do feel sorry for you Christine. I really do; but I’m just trying to do the best for you that I can. If you listen to me then it won’t be so bad. We only have ten more minutes before the time delay lock on your door opens and when that happens you won’t have much time at all.
“If you want to avoid the worst that they can offer, you need to listen to me now.”
In abject misery and discouragement Christine nodded.
“You aren’t the only girl here, there are three others. The masters always keep four girls at a time to keep them amused.”
“What are their names? The girls?” Christine asked the voice in her ear.
“Ah, that’s a good question, and it leads me to some of the rules.” Sophie said quietly. “The other girls have no proper names. No one is allowed to ever be called by their proper names here, instead you will be given a new name by the masters. Most likely they will do that today. Your new name will be what you answer to, how you will refer to yourself and how the other girls will refer to you. If you tell anyone your real name, you will be punished, and so will the girl who you tell. If you find out the real name of any of the other girls, you will be punished. So please, don’t try and find out anyone else’s real name, and don’t try and tell anyone yours. It’s a security measure.
“But when the door opens in front of you, I will not call you by your real name ever again, do you understand?”
“Yes, but what will my name be?”
“The masters will tell you when they get to it. Until then they will probably refer to you as: New Girl, or slut or something generic.”
“And the other girls?” Christine asked, calmer now, “what are they called?”
“School, Rubber and Pain.” Sophie answered.
“Huh?”
“You’ll see.” Sophie said cryptically, “Now, we only have a couple of minutes left. When the door opens you must go and help Pain get Rubber out of the cell.”
“What?” Christine responded hesitantly.
“Rubber’s in the cell, it’s a concrete box across the common room, when your door opens, so will the doors to the other three bedrooms on the floor as well as the door to the cell. Each night one of you spends the night in the cell. Sometimes that will be you and you will be shackled to the wall. Other times you will be left in the strictest of bondage, it all depends on the masters’ whims.
“It was Rubber’s bad luck that she was chosen last night and she is currently shackled to the wall in the cell. The keys to her chains are on the table in the common room. The masters always leave them there. Your first job will be to help Pain get Rubber out of the cell. Unlock her shackles and help her to the table.
“The other girls know that you are here, the masters told them last night that a New Girl was coming, so they are expecting you. They will try to help you if you let them, but be careful.”
“Why do I need to be careful?” She asked Sophie carefully.
“I don’t have time to explain everything now, just understand that the masters enjoy turning you against each other. It pays to be helpful and friendly… but wary.
“Now, once you’ve finished helping Rubber, you will need to get in the shower and have some breakfast, all of you must be clean, fed and dressed by eight a.m. If any of you are not, then you will be punished. And that brings me to a delicate point Christine,” Sophie’s voice took on a new edge, “When you are in the shower you will clean yourself all over, inside and out, with the soap and body lotion provided, then you will shave every bit of hair off your body with the exception of your head.”
“What? All of it?”
“Yes, unless you want the masters to do it for you, and they have rather uncomfortable ways of achieving it. I’ve seen them pull every single hair out with tweezers, or burn it off. Seriously, listen to me, shave every hair on your body off, and be extra careful around your genitals, because they are likely to pay the most attention to that area.”
“You can’t be serious,” Christine spat out.
“I have never been more serious in my life Christine.
“Then once you’re finished in the shower you are required to dress, now because it’s your first day you don’t have any clothing – that will be allocated to you later. You will stand in the door of your bedroom and await the inspection, and then you will be inducted. Now, we only have moments left. From this point on, don’t talk to me, I will – from-time-to-time – talk to you and give you instructions. That’s my job as controller here, if I ask you a question then you may answer, but do not attempt to contact me unless invited.
“And a final word Christine, accept anything and everything that the masters tell you to. Submit. It’s your only hope of survival. Do you understand?”
“Yes Sophie.” Christine responded fearfully.
She didn’t even have a moment to think about the terrible things she had just been told before the steel door in front of her emitted a loud click and begun to open up on the common room beyond. The first thing she saw was a naked girl with red hair run from the door next to her across the room and into a bathroom beyond. Then a split second later a blonde emerged from another door and walked purposefully toward a table that sat in the middle of the room. She immediately saw Christine and put her finger to her lips, indicating that Christine should be quiet. Christine remembered Sophie’s comments about not talking unless invited and nodded to the naked blonde girl.
Christine watched her as she crossed the room to the table. The table was laden with breakfast goods: cereals, toast, spreads, milk, and orange juice – a veritable continental breakfast setting. And a set of keys.
The voluptuous blonde picked up the keys from the table and beckoned for Christine to follow her, Christine noticed that the blonde’s rounded bottom and back bore a crisscross of faded welts and weals. As did her large and pendulous breasts. The blonde girl was certainly not super-model material, she had a cherubic face, stood a mere five and a bit foot high and probably carried a few extra kilos on her bottom, breasts and hips. She was however, still very attractive in her own way.
Christine – still wrapped up in her sheet – followed her to another steel door that had swung open. The room beyond lay drenched in darkness. Christine followed the blonde into the darkened room and it took several moments for her eyes to adjust to the darkness.
The room was entirely bare except for a single naked light globe – currently extinguished – hanging from the ceiling. The only other features within the room were a series of staples driven into the concrete walls. The floor was cold and hard and with the exception of the light bulb, there wasn’t a single source of light in the room. The blonde walked to the far end of the room and for the first time Christine could just make out the dark outline of a human figure lying tucked into a corner of the room. The blonde waved Christine over and as she drew closer she began to realise that the human figure on the ground was almost entirely black; as a result, Christine hadn’t spotted her earlier.
The blonde knelt down to the figure and found the padlock that locked a thick heavy chain around the black figure’s neck to a staple in the wall. She found the keyhole, unlocked the padlock and pulled the chain through the heavy black collar that surrounded the black figure’s neck. The blonde indicated to Christine that she should help the prostrate figure to her feet and Christine offered her shoulder. Consequently the sheet that was protecting her modesty fell away, leaving Christine as naked as the day she was born.
Christine didn’t take much notice of her nakedness as she helped haul the black clad figure to her feet. And on touching the figure Christine realised that the black was in fact a thick covering of rubber. This person was totally encased in strong smelling rubber.
As the trio emerged from the darkened cell the increasing light revealed further details.
For starters, Christine stood several inches higher than the plump blonde. Her strawberry blonde hair flowed down her back in luxuriant waves and she bore a noble face with a slightly upturned nose that she thought to be her best feature. Her breasts represented the only disappointment she had with her body, but she was saving for an augmentation to improve upon the measly A cup that nature had bestowed on her. Christine’s skin was pale, betraying her Scottish heritage. As a rule she avoided the sun for fear of the freckles that had afflicted her as a young girl.
The rubber clad girl stood (or rather slumped) several inches taller than Christine. However Christine soon realised that the height difference was made up by the tortuous shoes on the rubber girl’s feet. The knee length, lace up boots, forced her toes into an en-Pointe position and the heel of the shoe was at least six or seven inches long. Christine wondered just how the girl would walk if unassisted. She also wondered how painful the poor girl’s toes must feel trapped in that pointed position.
The rest of the girl’s costume shocked Christine, and she soon guessed that this girl must be the one known as Rubber – for obvious reasons. Where the boots finished at Rubber’s knee, her legs were clad in thick rubber tights that disappeared under a rubber skirt that barely covered the girl’s rubber clad buttocks. Above the skirt, the girl wore an all-body rubber stocking. It covered her arms, the entirety of her head (with the exception of her mouth and nostrils) and her hands. Over the stocking she wore an obscenely tightened rubber corset. The corset pushed the girls rubber encased breasts together in a shelf of rubber coated tit flesh. She also wore a black rubber apron – with white edging – and from between her legs hung two rubbery bulbs. The final touches to the rubber girl’s outfit were the ring gag that held open the girl’s only exposed orifice (her mouth) and the wig she wore over her tight rubber discipline hood. The wig was of black fringed hair tied into twin pigtails.
Rubber, the blonde and Christine finally reached the table, where upon Christine pulled out a chair for the rubber clad maid to sit upon. She did so, groaning in effort and pain from behind the ring gag.
The blonde pulled out a chair for herself and then spoke, and in doing so, surprised Christine slightly: “Sophie says that I can talk to you for a few minutes. I can answer some questions and explain what’s going on.”
Christine nodded.
The blonde poured a large glass of orange juice, placed a straw in it and handed it to Rubber who promptly began sucking – as best she could – through the straw pushed through her ring gag.
“I’m Pain and this is Rubber. School’s in the shower. If you don’t mind I’ll just call you New Girl for the time being, is that alright?”
“I suppose so.” Christine started, “Is she always dressed like that?” Christine indicated toward Rubber, who promptly shook her head.
“No, we all get to sleep naked, unless we go in the cell. Which is why I am going to need your help in a moment. If Rubber isn’t cleaned up and redressed in the next forty-five minutes she’ll get punished, and it’s likely that we all will too if we don’t help. Let just let her get some juice down her first. Then, can you help me?”
“Okay.” Christine offered cautiously.
While Rubber drank her orange juice, Pain encouraged Christine to eat: “We don’t get any other food until dinner. So eat now or go hungry.” She explained.
Pain started by removing the ring gag from Rubber’s mouth, the tormented girl spent several moments exercising her strained jaw. Then the strangely attractive blonde removed one of the monstrous boots as Christine worked on the other. Rubber also pitched in by removing her wig and apron.
Slowly the three girls peeled layer after layer of black rubber off the girl. Christine was shocked when Rubber eased the two monster inflatable dildos out of her vagina and anus. Even deflated they were ten and eight inches long respectively, and two inches wide. Christine shuddered to think at how large they’d been before they’d been deflated.
The shocks continued when Rubber’s stockings rolled down to reveal a bottom lined from top to bottom with the most vicious welts. Each line of welts lay over the top of another from her thighs to the top of her bottom. Similarly her breasts had born the same terrible treatment. Once the corset and body stocking were removed Christine saw that not a single piece of tit flesh on the girl had been left intact.
Pain explained, “Rubber drew the short straw last night. Every night we draw straws, the girl who loses becomes the object of the evening’s festivities. Sometimes the masters have particular plans in mind for the losing girl, sometimes they improvise. Last night however we each had to devise a punishment for Rubber under threat of taking her place. School’s suggestion was the one that won. Master Black took a heavy rattan cane to Rubber’s breasts while Mistress Red took one to her bottom. She passed out four times.”
Rubber, who had turned out to be a startlingly striking brunette once her rubber attire had been stripped off, sobbed quietly as she remembered the previous evening.
“School had no choice, I’m sorry Rubber.” Pain tried to explain.
At this point the bathroom door opened to reveal a tall red head clad in a towel. Where Christine’s hair was a pale strawberry, School’s hair was strikingly red. She appeared to be about five foot eight and enjoyed a shapely hourglass physique. Her breasts were somewhere in size between Pain’s, which were large and heavy, and Christine’s which were little more than cup size. She also had the most striking green eyes that Christine had ever seen.
Rubber, still in tears, took the opportunity to leave the table and hobble to the bathroom as School sat down and began assembling her own breakfast. As Rubber disappeared into the bathroom, School looked back guiltily.
“Hi, I’m School,” the redhead introduced herself, “and you must be the New Girl.”
“Yes,” Christine responded.
“Do what they say and it’s not so bad.” School explained.
“She’s right,” Pain reinforced the other girl’s advice. Then she changed topic, “When Rubber gets out of the shower you and School are going to have to dress her, she can’t handle it by herself. Do you think you can do that New Girl?”
“I suppose so.”
“Good, her clothes are in the wardrobe in that room there,” Pain pointed toward one of the four bedroom doors. “School will show you the rest.”
“Do you need help too?” Christine asked the girl who’d named herself as School.
“No, only Rubber, and maybe you, depending on what they decide.”
“What do you mean?” Christine asked.
“Well I thought that was obvious. Each of us has a role in this sick little menagerie. Rubber is the maid, she’s the one who totters around dusting things and serving drinks, but what she mostly ends up doing is choking down one of the master’s dicks or licking Mistress Red’s snatch. Pain is the principal object for torture, she’s the one they like to experiment on with needles and medical equipment. I’m the school girl, which means I spend the vast majority of my life bent over a knee or chair getting my bottom spanked, whipped or thrashed… and then the rest…” School avoided expanding further and instead moved on, “So if they follow form, the masters will undoubtedly have some theme in mind for you as well.”
“Oh”, was all Christine could utter. Again she felt her stomach sink as School so coldly described the dark and terrible future awaiting her.
School finished her breakfast and retreated to her bedroom leaving Pain and Christine alone at the table.
“I’m afraid.” Christine uttered.
“I know. We all are, particularly when we first arrive. But I wasn’t joking before, if you do what they say it’s not so bad. If you don’t cooperate then they will make your life a living hell. But if you do the right thing then it’s only horrid.
“Look, I’ve been here for six months and I admit I hate every minute of it. I wish there was a way out, but there’s not. We’re five floors up and each floor is locked up tighter than Fort Knox. No one’s ever come looking for any of us as far as I can tell, and if they have, then they haven’t discovered us. Whoever these people are, they’re well organised and powerful enough to make sure that we’ll never be found. So the best advice I can give you is to do whatever it is that they want.
“I won’t lie, you’ll be made to do things that are disgusting, degrading, painful and just plain wrong – but the alternative is so much worse.”
“What do you mean?” Christine asked tentatively.
“You don’t want to die, do you?”
“No! Of course not!”
“Then do what you’re told, because while they won’t set out to kill you, some of the masters can get over-enthusiastic. I haven’t seen them actually kill anyone, but I’ve spent time in the infirmary when they’ve gone overboard – every one of us have – and it’s only a short step over that line… you know?” Pain shrugged.
“And another thing that you’ll work out pretty quickly: If you misbehave, we get punished to. And if you get us into trouble then the other girls might respond in kind. We’re one big happy, if slightly bizarre family here New Girl, so please try to fit in and whatever you do, just do whatever they say.”
“I’ll try.” Christine answered meekly. Pain’s words sank into Christine’s mind, and while she’d first been ready to scream and bite and kick to get out of here, for the first time she realised that there were other victims here as well, and that she needed to bear them in mind.
“Don’t try, just do it.” Pain said forcefully, “Remember, if we can help you, we will, and if you do your bit, we’ll do ours. Okay?”
“Okay.”
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Christine found herself in Rubber’s room sorting through the numerous rubber accoutrements that her and School would have to help Rubber into.
School had since changed into her uniform. Her hair was in plaits; a tight fitting white see-through blouse with a school tie hung between her well proportioned breasts. She also wore a very short tartan mini skirt which partly revealed her plain white cotton panties whenever she bent over, and to finish it off, knee-high white socks and black and white saddle shoes on her feet.
Dressing Rubber was a logistical nightmare, and School was worried that they wouldn’t have enough time before the inspection. Christine looked away as Rubber inserted the two inflatable dildos into her nether orifices. She groaned as the stretched holes – that had just enjoyed a ten minute respite – were again stuffed to capacity. Then followed the head to toe rubber body suit. It took a good long while to squeeze the brunette into the tight fitting sheath, but finally they pulled the zip up her back from the crotch all the way to the crown of her head. Next followed the corset, which School expertly tightened until the eyelets touched each other.
All the way along School explained what she was doing and what the master’s would look for, “If the corset’s not tightened all the way, we get punished, so you have to make sure that these two seams meet from the top to the bottom. And also, make sure that you get her breasts in the cups from the beginning or else you’ll have to start over again.”
Christine was given the job of placing the horrid boots on Rubber, and so she knelt down and directed Rubber’s rubber clad leg all the way into the boot. The girl groaned as her toes reached the end of the boot, “Oh god,” she complained, “I’d give anything to get out of these infernal things for just one day.”
“Do they hurt?” Christine asked innocently.
“Oh you have no idea. You get no relief, every muscle in your foot seems taut as a drum all of the time, and then come the cramps, and there’s nothing you can do about those, but the worst is the pain I feel is when I walk. Every pound of weight is pushed onto my toes. You have to experience it yourself to understand. I’d do almost anything to be rid of these things.”
It was the first sentence she’d heard Rubber speak since they’d pulled her out of the cell and she seemed partly recovered from her ordeal in the cell.
Christine imagined her own foot contorted in such a contraption as she laced each and every single eyelet up the boot. Rubber spoke again several times, telling her to make sure the laces were as tight as they could go, both to support her when she had to walk, but also to ensure that neither of them were punished for poor work during the inspection.
Her stomach churned, in confusion, trepidation and fear. Sophie and the three girls had each tried – in their own ways – to ease her into this bizarre situation, but their constant reminders of the potential brutal nature of her captors and her immediate future kept her off balance.
She believed all of them when they said that she had no hope of rescue or escape, and a certain dread and inevitability was beginning to creep into her. It was like she had the most important exam of her life in the morning and she hadn’t even opened the text book or attended a single class. She knew she had to face the ordeal, and that it would be terrible, but she had no other choice.
When Christine finished lacing the last boot, School kicked her out: “Aren’t you forgetting – you have to shower! Quick, you only have ten minutes!” She chided Christine.
Rubber, whose face was now entirely concealed in black rubber – but who hadn’t yet had the ring gag locked in place – added, “and remember to shave everything, do you hear, everything!”
Christine launched herself out the bedroom and ran to the bathroom. As she closed the door she caught a glimpse of Pain in her own bedroom. She seemed to be dressing in an entirely white outfit.
However, she couldn’t be distracted and so she quickly familiarised herself with the bathroom. Austere and functional; she quickly located the body lotion, shaving cream and a new razor. The time was ticking down, and she quickly washed herself as thoroughly as she could.
At this point Sophie’s voice appeared in her ear again, “Remember, inside and out. They will check. If one of the master’s sticks his fingers in your rear and finds any suggestion of dirt then he’s likely to make you clean his finger with your tongue. Then he’ll punish you further.”
And then, “We have no shame here New Girl, no dignity. Don’t blush. We all have to do it, you’re going to have to go in there,” she said as Christine had been dabbing around the edges of her puckered bottom with a flannel. Christine flushed with shame, and then fear made her do something to herself that she’d never before contemplated.
After digitally raping her own bottom with her finger and soap, and feeling the worst form of shame imaginable, Christine took the razor to her legs and then her genitals. Sophie’s voice helped her out from time-to-time, indicating where she’d missed spots. When she’d finished her arms and armpits Sophie told her to remove her eyebrows.
“What?” Christine asked the ceiling, where she saw two separate cameras hanging from the roof.
“Everything except the hair on your head. Eyebrows can be painted on. Take them off.”
It was almost the worst part of the entire exercise for some peculiar reason. She wondered why taking those two tiny strips of hair from above her eyes seemed like a worse invasion that razoring off her hair “down there”. It seemed… freaky. As though that one act had underlined the fact that she was nothing now but an object.
Sophie gave her a seal of approval before Christine towelled off and re-emerged into the common room.
She mustn’t have had all that much time left because the three other girls were already lined up at their doors. Christine quickly ran across the room, her hair was barely dry, only just combed out and still damp. She took her station in her doorway and turned to talk to Pain standing in the doorway next to her.
“How do you know what time it is?” Christine asked.
“We don’t, but you soon get a feel for it, we’ve got a couple of minutes left maybe, but you can’t always tell, no clocks – see?”
Christine looked around the room and over her shoulder into her bedroom. Pain was right; there wasn’t a single clock on the floor.
“Sometimes Sophie will let on how much time we have left, but you can’t rely on her. Just follow our lead until you get used to it.”
Christine now took the time now to consider Pain’s outfit. Where Rubber was in black, Pain was a vision of white. Her hair had been pulled back into a strict pony tail, tied in white ribbon. She wore an odd looking white bra that even further emphasised the larger girl’s impressive breasts. The cleavage the bra created was amazing. She also wore a striking white satin underbust corset which further enhanced the already curvy girl’s curves. Then a strange looking pair of panties clung to Pain’s bottom. The panties looked exceptionally tight as the slight bulges of flesh on their outskirts attested to. A pair of white garter stockings were held up from the corset and then a pair of five inch pump heels with ankle straps finished off Pain’s attire.
Each girl stood straight in their door, and Christine tried to mimic them. She was deeply afraid and eager to avoid the various punishments that her colleagues had insisted were due her if she failed to behave. So Christine stole herself to submit to whatever happened next.
She was in the process of preparing herself when she heard a door open nearby. Footsteps echoed. She looked across at Pain, who indicated with her head toward another steel door, the only one that had remained closed when the other doors had been released. The footsteps continued and the steel door opened outward. Christine looked forward, but couldn’t help stealing a glance at her captors.
They entered the room singly. Three men and a woman. Each were dressed in formal business attire. The men all in expensive suits; the woman in a timeless skirt suit.
The tallest of the men spoke first. He had a gravely voice, grey hair and cold steel eyes. “Good morning girls. You will notice that all of us are here this morning to welcome our new slut. New Slut, you are been given a very rare treat, it’s very unusual for all of us to come together like this.”
“Thank-“Christine stated to say.
“No!” Sophie’s voice shrieked in her ear, Pain sucked back breath in shock, as did School and with the speed of an adder, the female mistress was across the room backhanding Christine across the face.
Christine’s head rocked to the side and she felt an immediate trickle of blood. Only the shock of what had happened kept her from retaliating.
“You do not talk unless invited New Slut. You will not be warned again.” The tall man intoned.
“For your benefit New Slut, I am Mister White, this is Mister Green and Mister Black,” Mister White first indicated toward a middle aged man several inches shorter than himself with dark eyes and tanned skin, and then to the last man, of the same height as Mr Green but with brown hair and blue eyes.
“And you’ve just met Mistress Red.” Christine looked up at the woman who had just backhanded her. She had a snarled face, possibly because she’d just hit Christine, but she guessed that this woman in her middle years looked perpetually sour. Her dark hair was tied up in a tight bun.
“We’ll deal with the formalities first.” Mr White intoned.
Miss Red took a step or two back into line with her fellows and Mister Black stood forward at the silent encouragement of his peers. He stood in front of School, ten meters or so to Christine’s left. He stared straight at School. Christine, out of the corner of her eye, saw that School automatically cast her eyes downward.
Christine strained to hear Mister Black’s words, but he spoke so softly that she could only make out one in every four of five words. School answered his unheard questions quietly and demurely.
“Notice she’s looking down New Girl.” Sophie whispered into Christine’s ear. “They don’t like it if you meet their gaze.” Mister Black looked over School from top to bottom. He spun her around and carefully examined her attire. Satisfied, he then spun her back and with practised ease he pulled up her skirt and thrust his hand into her panties. Christine sucked in a breath.
Several moments later he withdrew. “Your shoes need polish.” He pronounced. “Twenty strokes with the strap.”
School was heard to say softly, “Yes Master.”
Mister Black now moved down the line to Pain, who – Christine noted – also looked down as soon as the muscular man arrived before her. This time Christine heard the entirety of the conversation.
“You plump slut. Look at you. Are you ready for another day of torment?” His words, quietly spoken, carried venom that Christine had rarely ever heard before.
“Yes Master.” Pain replied.
“I hope you draw the short straw tonight piggy, I have some very particular ideas that I’d love to try on you. How are those fat bags of yours?” He prodded at Pain’s very ample bosom which was accentuated by the odd bra she wore.
“They are fine Master.” Pain replied.
“And your fat little cunt?” He asked nastily.
“It is also fine Master.” She responded.
“The problem with sluts like you Pain,” he drawled into her ear as his hand moved south, “is that your fat little pussys tend to drip all over the floor.”
Christine couldn’t help herself, she glanced across toward Pain, who stood a good eight inches shorter than Mister Black. Mister Black ran the hand that had so recently defiled School over Pain’s corseted tummy and onto the mound of her womanhood. He held his hand their, almost caressing Pain through her tight panties. Christine turned her head slightly to get a better view, trying to get an idea of what she might expect to happen to her in a few moments.
His hand hovered over Pain’s crotch, and at his signal, Pain parted her legs in acquiescence. She bit her lip as he began to run his hand between her legs. He lingered there, watching her discomfort, and then turned her around.
“Bend over.” He ordered.
Pain bent over as far as she could with her bottom presented toward Mister Black. Christine saw that Pain’s panties featured a zip that ran from front to back. Mister Black took his hand and slowly pulled the zip down between her legs. Christine’s eyes almost popped out of her head as she saw Mister Black pull the two hemispheres of the panties apart to reveal Pain’s anus as well as the inside coating of Pain’s very tight and strange looking panties. As the white satiny material drew back, Christine saw that the entirety of the tight panties were coated in what looked like stiff scrubbing brush bristles. No wonder Pain had bit her lip when Mister Black had fondled her crotch earlier.
Mister Black finished quickly, he sunk his pinkie finger into Pain’s bottom and withdrew it. Holding it up to his eye he nodded satisfactorily and then closed the zip on Pain’s bristled panties returning her bottom and nether regions to their spiky hell. He then instructed her to stand back up and moved on to Christine.
Christine’s blood ran cold. The man who stood in front of her stared straight into her eyes, and it took a split second before Christine remembered to look down.
“Well, well, a new slut.” He began, “Well you’re cute in a strange kind of way, no teats to talk of though.” His hand grasped one of Christine’s breasts and he pulled and kneaded on her nipple sharply. She sucked in a breath at the severity of his treatment.
He brought his mouth next to her ear and whispered, “Oh, you’ll love what we have in store for you, you flat chested little slut. Did you clean yourself?” She nodded quickly, remembering the words of advice from Sophie and the other girls.
“Shall we find out?” He asked.
She thought the question rhetorical and when she didn’t answer he twisted one of her nipples through 180 degrees. She squealed. “Yes! Yes!”
He reversed his twist, again causing immense pain in Christine’s already sore nipple, “Yes what?”
“Yes Master.” She responded through the pain.
“Good.” He released her nipple and his hand immediately darted toward her crotch. Christine closed her thighs without thinking and Mister Black’s free hand immediately came up around her throat.
“You’d better learn very quickly that I own that. And I don’t like it when what’s mine is denied to me.” His hand threatened her throat and Christine – with a supreme effort of will power – relaxed her thighs and spread her legs to let this terrible man grope her most private of private places.
His index finger pushed in between her labia and quickly found her hole. He plunged it into her and she winced as he drove his probing finger into her dry hole. It emerged moments later and he held it up to his face, nodding slightly.
“Turn around and bend over.” He instructed her gruffly.
Christine, still shocked by the rapidity of his attack on her, took several moments to turn around and bend down.
She stared at her knees as she felt the very same finger assault her most forbidden. The finger ground terribly against the sphincter of her bottom and she shuddered in horror as he penetrated the place that before today had been pure and unsullied. He drove into her, again unaided by lubricant, to the first knuckle, and withdrew the finger. Christine couldn’t see him, but she imagined that he was examining the finger for signs of spoilage. She heard a grunt, and then felt his hand pull her upright.
“Well.” He began, “You’ve learnt quickly, and for that I congratulate you. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow.” And with that Mister Black left Christine standing naked in her doorway and moved on to Rubber.
Christine’s thoughts spun round her mind like a maelstrom as Mister Black spoke to Rubber. She heard little of their conversation. In her heightened state of turmoil she only noticed Mister Black taking each of the two bulbs that hung between Rubber’s legs and pumping them multiple times until squeals could be heard from the rubber clad girl’s mouth.
Before he withdrew Christine did hear one passage though: “How long have you been here now Rubber?” Mister Black asked.
“oo ears” Rubber responded.
“And every day since you arrived we’ve stretched those holes of yours. How do you think they are now?” He asked nastily.
“a on’t oo.” Christine heard from Rubber’s stretched mouth.
“Well I think we can do with an extra couple of pumps today, don’t you?” Mister Black asked nastily.
“es aser” The poor girl responded. And with that Mister Black took the two inflation bulbs in hand and squeezed them slowly several extra times. The moans from Rubber were terrible and in that moment Christine realized that she was in the hands of the most terrible sadists she could ever have imagined.
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