Shithole

       We arrived in a remote area high on the mountainside just east of the city.  The outside of the house was immaculate.  Perfectly trimmed hedges and cut grass lined the driveway.  The air was crisp and clean.  I must admit that there was some relief in knowing that I was leaving the public eye.  The house looked more like a hotel with several windows.  It was two stories high and huge. 

       We drove to the rear of the house and the man carried me out the back of the truck and through a thick metal door.  I was inside a dark room with no windows.  It took several minutes for my eyes to adjust to the darkness.  I then realized that this was a storage room for slaves.  My cage was placed on top of an empty one in the far corner of the room.  There must have been close to 100 cages in this room, and every one of them was empty.  The young man said nothing as he unlocked my cage and attached a collar and leash around my throat.

       I climbed out and followed him into a huge office big enough and fancy enough to be the oval office. 

       “Kneel right here and wait for your new Master to arrive.  Move and you will suffer.”  He quickly turned and left the room.  I took my alone time to observe the room.  I realized there was several surveillance cameras mounted all around the room.  I knew that if I moved, I would be caught.  It took several minutes before the new master arrived.

       He walked in behind me as I dared not look back.  I kept my eyes cast down and my palms face up on my thighs.  I wanted to look so badly.  He wore expensive, extremely shiny shoes and pin striped slacks.  From what I could tell, he was a clean, well dressed man.  He ran his fingers through my hair which sent a sexual tingle to each of my sensitive nipples.   He then stopped behind me.

       “Stand up and spread your legs shoulder length apart.”

       I did as told putting my hands at my sides making sure I hid nothing from him.  He ran his fingers down my sides and over my butt.  I felt a pulse of pleasure in my sex like I had never felt before. 

       “Turn around and hands behind your head.”  He said authoritatively.

       I turned around to expose my nakedness to him.  It was then that I caught first glimpse of his face.  Although he was an older man, he was very handsome.  Perfectly combed dirty-silver hair slicked back.  Dark brown skin and green eyes made his face very attractive.  I didn’t stare too long in fear of my life.  This man looked like he meant business and made me feel like nothing in my nakedness.

       He ran his fingers over my breasts and squeezed them softly which sent a rush of adrenaline to my loins; I could even feel my knees growing weak.  He smiled as he slowly made his way down my belly to my now damp sex.  His hand felt cold or maybe it was that my sex was burning.  Desire ran throughout my entire body as he kept his hand there for a few seconds not moving it.  He spanked it lightly with a loud “smack” as my juices splashed against my skin.  I realized that I had been moving my hips in a way to rub myself on his hand.  I felt like I was in a horny daze.  Never in my life had I desired sex so much, or ever for that matter.

       An older woman walked through the door.  “Is she to your satisfaction Sir?”  She was professionally dressed and had a look about her as if she demanded respect.

       “Yes, she is perfect in every way.”  I stood in silence as they discussed my purpose.

       “Where shall I put her to work, Sir?”  She asked.

       “For today, just put her through the regular orientation and show her around.  I haven’t decided where to put right now.  After the crowd is gone tonight, I will take her into my room for her initiation and announce her to the other slaves.  For now, she will not speak to any others until she becomes my slave tonight.”

       With that said the woman took me by my collar and led me out of the office.  We walked through a long corridor that led into a huge den.  Paintings of women in submission littered the walls but were well done.  She walked me outside where several slave women were gardening.  Each of them wore nothing but thick metal collar that had been welded on.  Some of them were trimming hedges, some were cutting the lawn and some were tending the garden.

       “Master may put you to work outside with these slaves.”  She pointed to a tall, older slave.  “That is ‘flower’; she is the supervisor of the gardens.  If you get chosen to tend the garden, she will give you your daily assignment and work orders.  As a slave to Masters House, you will be required to earn your keep.  Each day will be filled with work of some sort.  You will get one break for lunch and your workdays will last 10 hours.”  She led me around the house to the front of the house. 

       “Every weekend, Master provides entertainment for the BDSM community.  Most are wealthy customers and he uses his slaves to entertain and serve these men and women of power.  You will be assigned a part of this entertainment and you will be trained in every part of it.” 

       I was led through the front of the mansion into a large stage area.  Three stages with stripper poles were on one side with the center stage sticking out longer.  Chairs were lined up along this stage for guests.  On the other side were tables and chairs and a long seating bench against the opposite wall.

       “When the guests enter this is the first room they enter.  This is the strip club.  Each night 8 girls will entertain this room as strippers.  You will be trained as one soon.”  She led me across to the next room which was a large dining area.  On the left wall was a counter and behind them were several stoves and refrigerators.  Tables were lined up along the entire floor.

       “This is the dining area.  Guests come in here to have drinks and eat.  You will be trained to cook as well as serve and bus tables in this room.”  She led me to the next room that looked like a huge dungeon.

       “This is the dungeon.  Here is where guests get the chance to dominate the slaves and punish them as well.  This is known in the outside world as ‘The Fantasy Room’.  After several years of training, you will be used in this room to the paying guest’s discretion.”  She led me out of that room to the next which was yet another large room that looked like a lounge.  There were several big screen televisions.  Some slaves were cleaning up all around.

       “This is the sex room.  Here is where guests get to enjoy the women sexually.  There are the oral girls, the anal girls and the vaginal girls.  Eventually, you will entertain in this room as well.”  She led me to the back of the lounge to the men’s room. 

       This room had one really long tub along the wall with thick bars attached at the wall.  The stalls were very roomy and clean.

       “This is the men’s room.  All along this tub will be 5 girls called piss pots.  They act as the urinals for our guests.  Each stall has enough room for a slave to suck a guest while he poops and swallow any urine he squirts out.  The other is the ass wiper which speaks for itself.”  She then led me outside to the rear of the building. 

       “Now you have seen everywhere you need to see.  From here you will be taken to the beauty room to be made up and cleaned for your initiation.  Tonight will be your orientation.”  With that said, she called over a young girl no older than 15 to escort me to the beauty room.

       The beauty room was in a small house about a hundred yards from the house.  Inside was a simple salon along with some tables.  I was first taken to a large metal table in the far corner of the room.  I was ordered to get on all fours.  A large metal bar was slid just under my belly.  My ankles were tied to the corners of the table to keep me spread open for whatever they had planned for me.  I knelt up as they cuffed my hands behind my back.  The young girl then had me bend over the bar and press my face to the cold metal surface.  Another bar was slid just over my neck to ensure I didn’t try to kneel up and to keep my face pressed against the metal.

       The girl left to retrieve something but in my bind I couldn’t tell what it was.  I heard some clicking though. 

       “So you are getting initiated today huh?”  I nodded as best I could.   “Master will use all your holes tonight so you must be cleaned spotless inside and out.”  Immediately I felt some pressure on my butthole.  “Relax yourself; this won’t be too bad if you don’t fight it.”  I knew then that I was about to receive an enema.

       The young girl inserted the probe and used some tape to hold it in place as I was tempted to push it out.  Then I heard a click.  At first I felt nothing but after a few seconds I could feel a warm liquid enter my anus into my bowels.  The girl then pressed a button that angled the table slightly.

       “This is to help it go longer.”  Once she realized that the water was flowing steadily inside of me I felt pressure on my sex.

       “This must also be clean and smelling nice.  I am giving you a douche.  Have you ever had one before?”  I shook my head as the cramping started mildly.

       The girl pressed another probe against my now soaking pussy as it slid in easily with my own lube.  “Looks like you are enjoying this.”  She giggled.  “Not bad for a virgin.”  The douche felt very strange as I felt a cold liquid fill my womb and vaginal cavity.  She told me to keep it all inside.

       By this time the cramping was starting to get bad.  I couldn’t believe how badly I needed to let this thing out.   I started panting and moaning in my discomfort.

       “Don’t you dare let any of it out.  You have to let it do its thing and you still have another one coming.”

       I felt something soft rubbing my pussy which was now sending tingles all over my entire body.  I wanted to cum so badly I felt my tears running down my cheeks.  Suddenly, the enema tube was pulled out of my anus and just as I was about to release; I was plugged with some other sort of probe that kept it inside of me.

       “Ok, you won’t be able to let out your enema, but I want you to push out the douche.”  As bad as I wanted to poop, I couldn’t push it out, but soon I felt the liquid squirting out of my vagina and running down my shaking thighs.  As soon as that happened, I was given another douche.  “This is just to make sure that you smell nice and clean.” 

       Once that was done and my pussy was filled with more douche, the plug in my ass was removed and immediately plugged again before anything spilled out.  This time, a cold liquid was filling my bowels.  The cramping was becoming unbearable.  By this time my pussy was pulsating in pure horny pleasure and I wanted to rub myself so bad.  I could feel myself dripping not sure if it was the douche or myself. 

       I started crying uncontrollably as the enema emptied into me.  I could feel something wet touching my face close to the metal.  I noticed that it had to be my own douche that was touching me as I was at that angle that allowed it to run down. 

       “Please, please, I can’t take it anymore!”  I cried in desperation.  My pushing was useless against the plug.

       “Now, now, you only have to hold it in for five minutes.”  It was the longest five minutes of my life.  I was cramping so bad I thought I would explode.  Finally, she came up to me and I felt her move the probe around in my ass making me grunt in discomfort.  The bar below my belly made it even harder to handle.

       “Ok, here it goes, and if you are not perfectly clean by the end of it, you will receive it all over again.”  She pulled out the probe and stepped away quickly. 

       At first I couldn’t get it out.  It just dripped down my asshole to the backs of my thighs and to the metal table.  Then it started, I had to push, I couldn’t control it.  I felt it squirt out me like a fire hydrant.  It was the worst diarrhea I had ever had.  It didn’t take long for the liquid to run down the table to my face so I would be able to feel and smell my own waste on my face.  Thank God I hadn’t eaten in a day and a half and was perfectly clean by end of it.

       “Very nice,  you are now clean inside.  Now lets do your mouth and your outside.”  She took me off my table as I dripped in my own filth and stood me in a shower stall.  She uncuffed my hands and tied them to the corners of the stall so I stood there spread out.  She started the shower.  I couldn’t remember the last time I had warm water rush over my body.  It was really nice.  This shower would prove to be more uncomfortable than I expected.

       She scrubbed me with an extremely rough sponge attached to a long wooden pole.  It felt like my skin was being rubbed off.  I cried and squirmed as she relentlessly rubbed me hard. 

       This is to exfoliate your skin so you are soft and pleasurable for Master today.  After my shower of torture, I was sat in a metal stool for the hairdresser to fix up my hair.  She cut and trimmed my hair.  She straightened my curls and washed it to a beautiful golden shine.  “Master likes his virgins to look pure and innocent with straight, healthy hair.”  My makeup was then put on.  It was very light makeup, hardly noticeable.  A soft lip gloss finished me off.  My sex was powdered and I was sent to the back room for my clothing.

       I was dressed in a pair of white thigh high tights with pink bows on the top of them.   I wore a short pleated and plaid schoolgirl skirt that showed a bit of thigh just above the tights.  A white blouse was put over my breasts and tied just below them to show my midriff and heavy cleavage.  I was put in some babydoll heels and a black choker.  The look of myself in the mirror was quite exciting to me for some reason.  I actually looked sexy.  Was I actually turning myself on?

       I was led across the yard to the main building, up the stairs and into a huge bedroom.  My new Master sat in a lounge chair beside the bed.

       “Your new girl is here for her initiation, Master.”  The young girl said proudly.

       “Let me take a good look at her.  Come closer.”  I stepped toward him making sure I hid nothing with my arms as my older Master trained me.

       “I must say, you slaves have done a hell of a job with this one.”  He smiled.

       “Now leave us alone.”  I could feel my nerves starting to rattle as I knew I was about to have sex for the first time in my entire life.  The funny thing was that I really wanted to have sex.  My pussy was pulsating in pure desire and I could feel my juices dripping down my thighs.  The handsome Master stood up and looked me over.

       “I might just keep you as my new personal slavegirl.  You are a really georgeous girl.”  The compliments made me even more wet.  He pointed to the floor in front of me.  “First, I want to test your mouth.  Lets see how your last Master trained you for that.” 

       With that said I knelt and unzipped his pants.  My hands were shaking as my nerves were getting the best of me. 

       “Don’t worry little girl, I wont hurt you tonight.”  He said with a smile on his face.

       I pulled out his shaft and stared at it for a second trying to remember my suck training.  I quickly put my hands behind my back and used my tongue to guide him softly into my mouth.  He gently rubbed his hands through my hair as I rubbed my tongue softly beneath his soft tool.

       “I like my slaves to look up at me while they suck me.”  I looked up at him as I started to pump myself slowly up and down.  He immediately started growing hard.  I continued to pump while gently massaging his shaft with my tongue.

       “Let’s see how far down you can take it, little girl.”  He was far more nice than my former Master.  I hungrily hit the back of my throat with the tip of his dick and attempted to swallow as best I could.  He moaned in ecstasy. 

       “Now I want you to pump and take it like that every time.  Keep looking up at me.”

       I continued to pump until I started to feel his tool jerk inside my mouth.  He immediately pulled out.  “Very nice, you were trained well.”  “Thank you, Master.”  I remembered my manners.  He smiled happily.

       He stood me up and bend me over so I held myself up on the chair he was sitting in.  He pressed his stiffness against my butthole.  He laughed.  “Looks like your pussy juice lubed your ass for me.  I like that.”  With that said, he slowly thrust himself into my asshole.  The stretching was very painful as I squealed out loud.  He continued to pump through me and the pain and stretching began to feel more and more pleasurable.  My squeals quickly turned to moans of pain and pleasure.

       After some time in that position taking it in my anus, he pulled out and ordered me to suck him clean of my asshole.  Well, I had tasted worse things before so it wouldn’t be so bad tasting my own ass as I licked and sucked him again.  He pulled out again right before he came again. 

       He lifted me up easily and laid me down gently on the bed.  I couldn’t remember the last time I had felt myself lying on a real bed.  I had been sleeping on hard floors and kennels for a few weeks now.  He climbed up on the bed as I opened my legs.  I wrapped them around his tight waist as he moved on top of me.  He was so much bigger than I was as my head went up to his chest as he came over me.

       I wanted him so bad.  I couldn’t help myself, I needed him to fill my pleasure hole.  He pressed his length against my sopping wet lips and rubbed it up and down gently sending tingles of bliss to the lower part of my spine and working its way up to my head. 

       “Here we go, honey.”  He said it so softly and so seductive, I felt a wave of chill.  He pressed against my hole and very slowly inserted the head.  It slid in quite easily but I felt my hole stretch like it had never been before.  I jumped in shock from the stretch and the pleasure I was receiving.  At least he was a good looking man.  Better than that disgusting bastard I had before.

       He then slowly pressed further into me which caused so much pain I squealed really loud.

       “AAAAGGGGHHH.”  I gasped for air as the tears ran down my face as he beared his weight on me further pushing in.  He embraced me, comforting me.  The first few thrusts were extremely painful.  But soon it turned into pure bliss as I would feel a sharp sting from the thrust followed by more pleasure.  I was actually enjoying my first time. 

       It took quite a while for him to finish.  He came hard as I could feel his cum filling my womb.  I couldn’t really tell if I had an orgasm or not since I had never had one before.  The tingling inside my body was spectacular, but for some reason I felt unsatisfied, like I needed more.  I wanted to beg, but I thought better of it.  He finished with a loud grunt and flopped down beside me in a pant.  I lied there silently with sweat dripping all over my body also panting.

       “Now, I might be the only Master that will explain everything to you.  But you are a slave and I think you should know what you are in for.”  He sat up and ordered me to sit in a relaxed state.  I sat Indian style on the end of the bed resting against the post.

       “First, the pill you have been taking every day has changed your insides.  It is a drug that was developed to get you horny and keep you that way the entire day.  The downside to this drug for you is that you will not be able to have an actual orgasm as long as you take it.  So be prepared and ready for constant desire to have sex, but never be fully satisfied.  I, however, do reward some of my slaves with actual orgasms after a hard days work.  Every week, 3 of my 100 slaves will be rewarded.  To them, it is the ultimate reward as they crave it for several months before receiving it.”  He took a deep sigh.

       “This may be the only time I will be extra nice and gentle with you.  You may never even be with me again.  I rarely fuck used bitches.  I love the virgins.  Tonight, you will get a view of your rotations as a worker at my weekend night club.  You will start as a valet cunt for 3 weeks, a door bitch for 2 weeks, a hostess for 1 week, a stripper for 8 weeks, a waitress for 4 weeks, a bartender for 2 weeks, a cook for 2 weeks, a fantasy girl for 5 weeks, a whore for 5 weeks, a piss pot for 4 weeks, an asswiper for 3 weeks, a piss drinker for 3 weeks, and finally you will be the cumdumpster for 3 weeks.  That’s a total of 45 weeks without a single orgasm.  After your service as a cumdumpster, you will get a week off of pure pleasure and orgasmic bliss.”

       Wow, what exactly was I in for?