Panther Girls

Panther Girls

by captv8td

captv8td1@hotmail.com

Chapter 1

Sarah was really looking forward to next month.  The eighteen year old high school senior had only four more weeks to go before she graduated.  And then she planned to enjoy her summer before heading off to the university.  She really planned to enjoy herself there.  She couldn’t wait for the freedom that would go along with college life.

She would still have her job through the summer, if the store stayed in business that long.  She wanted to save up some spending money for college.  But she didn’t plan on having a job while at the university.  At least she wouldn’t have a job during her freshman year.  She would attend classes and study.  And for the rest of the time, she planned to be a party girl.

She worked at Tipton’s Toy Store in the center of Pleasance, her home town.  Her usual shifts were Saturday, which sucked in her mind because that’s when all of her friends got together and played or shopped, and evenings on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

But the toy store was not doing as well these days as it had been two years earlier when she started working there.  A big toy store chain had built a new store two towns away and it was draining the customers away.  She wasn’t sure how much longer Mr. and Mrs. Tipton would be able to keep the store open.  They couldn’t possibly be making much money at this point.

She looked at the clock and groaned.  It was only eight o’clock.  She had another hour until closing.  And there had only been one customer in all night.  That woman had been a real wackadoo.

She was bored out of her mind tonight.  She was so bored that she even started building something with the Legos earlier.  She used to use her down time at the store to do homework but, being so close to graduation, there was no sense in wasting time on school work.  And there used to be two people working the evening shift.  That at least gave her someone to talk to.  But when the customers started drifting away, they reduced the staffing to one in the evening.

Sarah walked around the store again, trying to find something to amuse herself.  The store had all kinds of toys and games and hobby materials.  Maybe she could make a bead purse to take up her time.  But she already had over a dozen of those from previous boring nights.  She didn’t need any more.

She really liked the customers.  Mothers and fathers and grandparents and aunts and uncles would come in, looking for the perfect gift.  Some of them were expectant and hopeful as they entered the store.  Others were panicky, worried that they would let a child down.  She prided herself in being able to help the customer find the perfect gift and they always left the store with the confidence that they would not disappoint the boy or girl for whom they were shopping.

She heard the bell ring, telling her that another customer had entered the store.  She turned her head and groaned.  The wackadoo was back.

The woman had called shortly after Sarah started working at six o’clock that evening.  She said she was looking for a life-like doll for her daughter and Sarah assured her that they stocked many, many dolls, some of which were quite life-like.  The woman arrived at the store twenty minutes later.

“Here’s one that’s quite popular,” said Sarah as she held up one of the baby dolls.

“No,” replied the woman.  “My daughter’s fourteen.  I was thinking of more of a teenage or young adult doll.”

“Oh, well here’s the Christina doll,” Sarah said, showing the woman one of the replicas of a young woman that had just arrived earlier in the week.  “It’s very realistic as you can see.”

The woman looked at the Christina doll and then shook her head.  “Everything’s too exaggerated.  Look at that waist.  It’s impossibly small.”

Then she surprised Sarah by wrapping her hands around Sarah’s waist.  “See?  This is a beautiful, sexy waist; not so tiny that it looks fake.”

Sarah gasped.  She did have a small twenty three inch waist but she was not used to people grabbing her by it.  She felt the woman’s hands squeezing her middle and then the hands were withdrawn.  Should she say something to the woman?  She decided not to.  The woman probably just grew up in a culture with more touching than Sarah was used to.

“There’s always the Barbie doll,” offered Sarah.  “It’s been very popular for years and years.”

“Hmmm, let me see one,” the woman said.  “It’s been awhile since I’ve seen a Barbie.  Maybe that would work.”

Sarah reached up and pulled a box off of the shelf and set it on the counter.  She opened the box and handed the doll to the customer.  “I always thought that Barbie was very life-like.”

The woman looked at the Barbie and turned it over.  Then she reached out and, to Sarah’s horror, gave Sarah’s breast a squeeze.  “These are realistic; full, firm, rounded.  They might even have a little teardrop shape if I stripped you out of those clothes.  They aren’t hard and pointy like this doll’s.  No, Barbie will not do.”

Sarah gasped again as the woman squeezed her breast.  What should she say?  Something like this had never happened to her before.

“I’m afraid those two are the most realistic we have,” she informed the customer.  Maybe that would get her to go away.

It worked.  The woman said that she would check some other stores.  Then she left Sarah who replaced the dolls on the shelf.

Now, at eight thirty, the woman was back.  Sarah instinctively raised her arms across her chest to defend her breasts from further intimate and unwanted touching.

“I just hate those big box stores,” the woman said.  “And their selection is horrible.  I decided to come back her to get my dolls.”

“I’m glad that you did,” Sarah lied.  “We always enjoy pleasing customers.  Which one would you like?”

“I’ll take both of the ones we looked at.  And find me a dozen or so outfits for each of them.  I’m going to look around.  Do you have travel games?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” the beautiful sales clerk said.  They’re in the second aisle about halfway down on the left.”  Wow, she thought.  This was going to be a huge sale!  Mr. and Mrs. Tipton would be very pleased.

Sarah laid all of the available outfits for the Christina and Barbie dolls out on the counter.  Then she picked out the ones that she would recommend and pulled each of those forward.  She took the two dolls to the checkout counter and then waited for her customer.

“These are the ones I recommend, Ma’am,” said Sarah, pointing to the ones she selected once the woman dumped some boxes at the checkout and came back to the doll section of the store.

“Good choices.  I’ll take all of the ones you picked.”

Sarah was very proud of herself for choosing so wisely.  She picked up each of the ones the woman was going to buy and took them to the counter.  Then she started ringing up the bill.

“Wow, that’s a lot of travel games!” exclaimed Sarah once she got to the pile of boxes that the woman had deposited.  “You must do a lot of traveling.”

“We will be,” the woman replied.  “We are moving to the coast and will be spending a few days in the car.  Tonight’s our last night in town.”

“Well, you should have enough to keep yourselves entertained.  That’s for sure.”

When she was finished, the total came to over six hundred dollars.  She never sold that much in a single shift before, let alone a single sale.  Sarah then put the purchases in bags.  It took four large shopping bags to fit all of the goods.

“Can you help me get these to my car?” the woman asked.

“Sure,” replied Sarah.  “I’d be happy to.”

The woman led the way out the front door of the store and Sarah followed.  They went through the alley to the parking lot behind the store.  Sarah’s car was there along with the woman’s minivan.  Sarah noticed that the light had burned out, leaving the lot in darkness.  She made a mental note to tell Mr. Tipton about that.

The woman opened the rear hatch and Sarah leaned in to deposit the two bags that she was carrying.  But two hands grabbed her arms and pulled her into the van.  She opened her mouth to scream but someone pushed a cloth into her mouth, gagging her.  She struggled against her attacker, trying to free herself until she felt a pinch on her neck.  Her struggling quickly subsided and she fell unconscious.

The woman placed her bags in the car and then went back into the store to wipe down any place she might have touched.  She retrieved the seven one hundred dollar bills that she had paid for the merchandise with and then returned to the car.

“What’s she like?” her male assistant asked as they drove out of the lot.

“A living doll,” the woman replied.  “A perfect fuck toy.”

Chapter 2

Sarah’s mind was fuzzy when she woke up.  Everything seemed blurry.  She was encased in some kind of foamy material and couldn’t move.  She felt vibrations and heard a humming sound.  She was in total darkness.  And then she drifted back to sleep.

She kept waking up and finding the same surroundings.  Her throat hurt when she tried to swallow at one point but everything else was the same: fuzzy mind, engulfed in foam, vibrations, humming and darkness.  And then she would drift off to sleep again.

She woke up one time and managed to stay awake for several minutes before sleep consumed her.  People were talking outside of whatever packing she was in.  She decided to listen and learn rather than making sounds to try to get her release.  She wanted to figure out where she was.

“Can’t we keep her, Mom?”

“No, honey.  We can’t.  That’s not part of the plan.”

“But she’s so gorgeous,” the first voice said.  “I want to keep her.  And you promised me a doll.”

“I bought you two dolls, baby,” said the second voice.  Sarah recognized the voice as the wackadoo from the store.

“Oh, those aren’t like real girls at all,” said the first voice which was clearly the younger of the two.  “They’re stiff.  And they’re plastic.  And they aren’t even shaped right.  This girl is soft and warm and so, so beautiful.  I want her to be my doll.”

“Baby, we can’t keep her,” the woman from the store said.  “She’s a special order and it took me a month to find someone who fit the specs.  And it took me a whole week to plan and carry out the collection.”

Sarah stifled a gasp.  Special order?  What did that mean?  And it sounded like she had been stalked.

“We’ll be keeping her for a few weeks,” a male voice said.  “She needs to be trained.  You can play with the living doll then.”

And then sleep overwhelmed Sarah again.  The last thing to go through her mind was the realization that she was being drugged.

She finally woke up and the surroundings had changed.  A bright light was overhead.  She was no longer packed in the foamy stuff.  She could feel that she was lying on a cold metal table and, by the feel of the table, it seemed like she was naked.

She lifted her head.  It did look like she was naked but she couldn’t tell for sure.  A white sheet was draped over her body, presumably to keep her warm.  When she moved her head, she felt something brush across her cheek.  She couldn’t tell what it was but she realized that something was between her lips.  And when she tried to swallow, it was painful.  She tried to scream for help but nothing but a croak came out.

She tried to get up but found that she was bound to the table.  Her arms and legs were stretched to the four corners and she was secured firmly.  She laid there for several minutes, looking around the room until someone entered it.  It was a woman of about forty, she guessed.

“Welcome to California, sweetie,” the woman said.  It was the same voice as in the store but the face and hair didn’t match Sarah’s memory.  She tried to say something but all that came out was a croak again.

“Don’t try to say anything, pretty girl.  Let me get the tubes out first.”

The woman slid the sheet off and Sarah lifted her head and groaned.  She was right that she had been naked.  The woman gave each of Sarah’s breasts a squeeze, bringing a blush to the teenager’s face and then she slid a hand down her belly.

She felt something between her legs and then felt a sharp pain in her belly.  “Relax sweetie,” the woman said.  “It will be out in a second.”

Sarah felt another sharp pain and then the discomfort disappeared.  “That takes care of the catheter.”

Sarah lifted her head again when she felt the woman’s fingers at the inside of her elbow.  She saw that she had an IV and felt a little pinch as it was removed.  A bandage was placed over the spot where it had entered her body and the woman shifted her attention.

“Now, I’m going to take out your feeding tube, little one,” the woman said.  “Don’t try to talk.  I want to give you some water first.”

Sarah watched as the woman’s hands moved to her face.  She felt the woman prying her mouth open and then gagged slightly as she felt a tickle in her throat.  The woman slowly extracted the tube and Sarah felt its movement, gagging several more times.

“There we go, beautiful one,” the woman said.  She leaned down and kissed Sarah on the lips, causing the girl to tense at the unexpected intimacy.  “Let me get you some water and then we can talk.  I’m sure that you have some questions.”

Sarah kept her eyes on the woman as she crossed the room.  If this was the same wackadoo, she was at least a very attractive one.  But she still couldn’t get over the change in the woman.  This was not the odd woman who had squeezed her breast and bought six hundred dollars of merchandise.

The woman returned and lifted Sarah’s head with one hand as she held the cup to the girl’s lips with the other.  “Just take sips at first.  Your tummy needs to adjust.”

Sarah took small sips.  But she was so parched that she took many of them.  She groaned as the woman took the cup away and lowered her head again.  “That’s enough for now.  You need to get used to things in your tummy again.”

Sarah tensed again as she felt the woman’s hands resting on her naked breasts.  She was not used to people handling them so casually.  “My name is Diane.  And you are Sarah, if I’m not mistaken.  You should be able to speak now.”

“Why am I here?” croaked Sarah.  Her throat felt raw and she was still parched.

Diane gave each breast a squeeze and then drew her fingers upward toward the girl’s nipples.  “Because I wanted you here.  You are perfect.  I brought you here because I wanted you.”

“You kidnapped me.”  Sarah’s voice was less croaky this time.

“Kidnapping sounds so criminal,” Diane replied.  “I like to think of it as collecting you.”

“Who are you?” asked Sarah.  “You sound like the woman in the store but you don’t look like her.”

“Oh, that,” replied Diane as she captured the perfect nipples and stroked her fingers and thumbs along their length, enjoying their texture.  “A bit of stage makeup and a wig.  I didn’t know if there were security cameras.  I always take precautions.”

“There are cameras,” said Sarah, cringing again as she felt her nipples being toyed with in ways that were annoying her.

“Then they will see a slightly crazy redhead who looks to be about thirty,” responded Diane.  “But you can clearly see that’s not me.”

Diane had dark brunette hair and was closer to forty.  She did not look at all like the woman in the store.  She was trim and was well endowed, as evidenced by the tight-fitting t-shirt that she wore.  Her breasts were very generous.

“When will you release me?” asked Sarah, not sure if she wanted to hear the answer.  She remembered the comment about special order.

“Don’t worry, pretty pet,” said Diane as she continued to toy with the luscious nipples.  “We’ll send you on your way in a few weeks.  And this place will quickly become a distant memory.  I promise you.”

“Please stop touching me,” said the girl.

“Oh, now that’s something I can’t do,” Diane replied.  “This body needs to be touched.  It was designed to be touched.”

“You’re scaring me now,” said Sarah.  “And please stop touching me.  I mean it!”

“Don’t be afraid, pretty pet,” said Diane.  She lowered her head toward Sarah’s and, as their lips were about to meet, Sarah twisted her head to the side to avoid the kiss.  Diane gave the girl a peck on the cheek before continuing.  “There’s plenty more to kiss if you don’t want me to kiss your lips.”

Diane shifted until her head was over Sarah’s left breast and then Sarah watched in horror as the lips descended upon and ultimately engulfed her nipple.  She felt the suction as her nipple was pulled in and out of the woman’s mouth.

“Get off of me!!!” she screeched.  “I’m not a lesbian!!!”

Diane released the breast for a moment and laughed.  “Don’t be silly, girl.  You are whatever I decide you will be.”  Then she sucked the little nubbin back into her mouth again.  Sarah groaned at her helplessness.

“Get away!” she finally screeched.  Unbelievably, however, all that she accomplished was to have the wackadoo suck more of her breast into her mouth.  She felt the suction on her sensitive flesh and felt the tongue fluttering over her nipple.

Diane finally released the succulent little nubbin and straightened up.  She placed a hand on the breast and then placed her other hand between the girl’s thighs, cupping her sex.  “You can make this as easy or as difficult as you like, little one.  Before you make that decision, though, let me tell you a little bit about what lies ahead for you so you can make an informed decision.”

Sarah tensed as she felt the two hands touching her in such an unwanted way.  This was just not right!

“You were a lot of work,” Diane continued.  “You were probably my most difficult project ever.  But you will be worth every ounce of effort once the transaction is completed.”

Sarah furrowed her brow in confusion.  She was a lot of work?  What did that mean?  And what did the wackadoo mean about transaction?  This made no sense.

“You can scream in here all you want,” said the wackadoo.  “Nobody will hear you.  Even when I take you outside, you can scream all you want.  The closest home is seven miles away.  But keep in mind that your shrieks will grow tiring after awhile.  I would hate to silence you, but I will if I grow weary of your piercing screeches.  I think you will also not like it when you are unable to speak.  But the drug is very effective.  It will completely neutralize your vocal cords.”

Sarah felt a chill run down her spine.  Things kept shifting on her.  At first, she thought she was going to get raped.  Then she thought she was kidnapped for ransom, although her family would hardly be able to pay any ransom money.  But now, it seemed that she had been stalked for some other purpose.  And it seemed that purpose was very dark indeed.  Had she entered the world of white slavery?

Diane noticed that the girl remained silent and smiled.  There was hope for her.  “Let me show you my assignment.”

Diane went to the counter against the wall and returned with a picture.  She held it up for Sarah to see, causing Sarah to gasp.

“How did you get that picture of me?” she asked.

“Wait!” she went on.  “Where was that taken?  I don’t recognize it.”

“Wait!  I don’t have a suit like that!”  The picture showed her in a setting that she did not recognize, wearing a bikini that she had never seen before.  She was posed coquettishly with her hands on her knees and her bottom angled away from the camera.  It was her for sure.  But she had never seen the background.  She had never posed that way.  And she had never worn that bikini.

“It’s not you, sweetie,” Diane replied.  She placed her hand on Sarah’s breast and squeezed it again, causing Sarah to tense once more.  “That was my assignment; to find an identical match for this girl.”

“And you are as identical as possible,” Diane went on.  “Even you couldn’t tell the difference.  You are the same weight and the same height.  I was concerned about breast size.  You could have been wearing a padded bra.  But I ruled that out in the store, if you’ll recall.  And we took a few measurements while you were sleeping.  Not a single measurement was more than a centimeter or centiliter off from the specs.  Not even identical twins are that identical.”

Sarah blinked, not quite understanding what she was hearing.  “But why?  Why would someone look for someone who looked like someone else?”

Diane shrugged her shoulders.  “Beats me.  That’s of no concern to me.  Maybe they want matched ponies.  Maybe they are planning a series of porn flicks starring the twins.  I don’t know.  But once I sell you to them…. or him… or her… or whoever your new owner is, you’ll figure it all out.”

Sarah gasped again.  “Sell me?  Owner?  What is this?  You are starting to creep me out.  And get your hands away from me!”  Diane’s finger had been stroking her labia, which were wet, much to Sarah’s chagrin.  She felt like she was an unwilling accomplice to her own kidnapping and abuse, and possible rape.

Diane slipped a finger between the wet folds of the girl on the table.  “You’ll get used to being touched and handled.  That’s my job.  That’s why they pay me the big bucks.  That’s how I’ll earn my two million.”

Sarah gasped yet again.  “Two million?”

“Yep,” smiled Diane as she gave the breast another squeeze and probed her finger deeper into the girl.  “That’s how much they’re paying me for the girl who looks like the one in the picture.  It has to make you proud to know that you’re worth so much.”

Sarah groaned.  It was white slavery after all.  She would end up in a brothel, she was sure, with the other poor girl in the picture.  How else could they justify paying that much money to have her kidnapped?

She had to think.  How could she get out of here?  Clearly her parents could not pay that kind of money as ransom.  And escape at the moment was out of the question.  She was naked and bound.  There was no way she could free herself right now.  But maybe she could win their trust.  And then, maybe she would be able to escape.

Sarah heard the door open and lifted her head.  Another female had entered the room where she was being held captive but this one was much younger.  She looked to be maybe thirteen or fourteen.

But this female was the most bizarre thing that Sarah had ever seen.  She was naked but for the pink collar that circled her neck and the steel shackles that were around her ankles and wrists.  And she was hairless!  There was not a single hair on her head.  Even her eyebrows were missing.  Her pubic hair was also gone.  She looked like some kind of pink-skinned alien.

In a way, it was probably good that the girl was naked or Sarah would not know if it was a boy or a girl.  Her feminine curves had not yet fully developed and, with her narrow, boyish hips, she could easily have been mistaken for a male.  The only things that gave away her gender were her denuded pussy and the small mounds on her chest where her breasts were beginning to bud.

“Ooooooo!!!!” the girl squealed.  “My doll is awake!!!”

The girl creature came over to where Sarah was bound and stood beside the table, letting her eyes roam over the captive’s nudity.  She reached out and poked a finger at the side of the breast closest to her, denting in the flesh.

“She’s so soft, Mommy,” the girl said.

Sarah’s eyes opened wide.  This was Diane’s daughter?  How could a mother treat a daughter like this?  She looked more like some kinky version of a sex slave.”

“Yes, baby,’ agreed Diane.  “She’s soft and warm and cuddly.  Isn’t she just beautiful?”

The girl stroked a hand over Sarah’s belly and then let it glide up to capture one of the full breasts that stood proudly on the prisoner’s chest.  She squeezed it and held it for a moment before shifting to the other one.  In the meantime, Diane’s finger started to slowly pump in and out of Sarah’s sex.

“Oh yes.  She’s beautiful,” the girl said.  “She’s so perfect.”

Diane slipped her finger out of Sarah and held it up to her daughter’s face.  Sarah blushed as she saw it glistening in the light with her lubrication.  Why would her body betray her like that?

“Taste her, baby,” Diane said.  “Tell me how sweet she is.”

The girl opened her mouth and tilted her head forward, eagerly taking the coated finger into her mouth.  She glided her lips up and down the finger almost as if she were giving a blowjob.  And she made little cooing sounds as she licked the digit clean.

“Mmmm,” she said, once the finger was removed.  “She’s so good; so sweet.  When do I get to play with her?”

“In a little while, sweetie,” Diane said.  “I have some thing I have to take care of with her first.  She just woke up.  But you’ll get to play with your new doll soon.”

The girl stuck out her lower lip and pouted.  “Well, don’t take too long.  I can’t wait forever.”

Diane laughed.  “Well, you’ll just have to wait.  Now run along before you earn a spanking.”

The girl giggled at that.  “Maybe I want a spanking, Mommy.”

Diane looked at the girl crossly, causing the denuded wonder to get a serious look on her face.  “Okay, I’ll leave.”  Then she skipped to the door, humming a children’s tune, and let herself out.

“Was that really your daughter?” asked Sarah.

“Yep,” replied Diane.  “That’s my daughter.”

“Why is she naked?  Why is she shaved?  Why does she have on that collar and those shackles?”

“Well, in addition to being my daughter, she’s also my slave.”

“Wow!!” breathed Sarah.  This truly was a strange place.

Diane slipped her finger back into Sarah and started slowly gliding it in and out again.  With her other hand, she started to toy with the nipple, causing it to stiffen.

“I really wish you wouldn’t do that,” complained Sarah.

“You’ll get used to it,” Diane responded.  “Right now, I just need to prepare you for some pictures and the rest of the measurements.”

Sarah gasped.  “Please, no pictures.  I can’t be seen like this.”

Diane laughed.  “You’ll get used to that too.  Soon it won’t bother you at all to be displayed or touched or used.”

For the next thirty minutes, Diane busied herself taking pictures of Sarah and making odd measurements.  Every conceivable angle was memorialized by the camera.  A little instrument that looked like pliers was used to measure the diameter of her nipples.

“We need to measure these when they are aroused,” explained Diane.  “We couldn’t do that when you were sleeping.”

Sarah groaned as a speculum was inserted, wondering what that could possibly be used for in taking measurements.  That question was soon answered as a rod was inserted into her sex and pushed inward until it banged painfully against her cervix.  Diane took a picture of the rod and then extracted it to take pictures of Sarah’s gaping pussy, bringing more crimson to the bound girl’s cheeks.

“I need to adjust you now,” said Diane after taking what seemed like hundreds of pictures.  “Will you be a good girl?”

“Probably not,” replied Sarah.

Diane laughed.  “At least you’re honest.  Frankly, it won’t bother me if you misbehave.  I just love punishing bad girls.”

After Sarah was adjusted, she wondered why Diane had even asked the question.  There had been no point where she could have fought back or tried to escape.  Diane had rolled her onto her tummy.  Then her ankle bindings were detached from the table and reattached to a rope running from the wall.  A motor started whirring and she felt herself being pulled off the table as the bindings on her wrists were relaxed.  When she was halfway off the table, her wrists were secured again and her legs were lowered and spread and attached to rings on the floor.

Diane took more pictures and Sarah squealed and protested as she felt the older woman violating her ass.  She blushed furiously as a series of probes was inserted into her rectum, each one a little thicker than the last.

“We’re almost finished,” Diane said.  “Then you can go play with Elizabeth.”

Oh great, thought Sarah sarcastically.  Just what I was looking forward to.

Chapter 3

“Stop it!” Sarah shouted.  But the pulsing motion just kept going on despite her loud protest.

Sarah shook her head in disbelief as she looked down and saw the younger teenager sucking on her left nipple.  She was lying on her side and was bound with her arms behind her back and her ankles tied together.  A chain went from her wrists to her ankles and kept her back bent slightly.

Little bald Elizabeth was sucking hungrily on the breast almost as if she expected it to offer milk.  Occasionally, she would release the nipple and giggle and say something ridiculous like “you taste so yummy,” or “I’m sure glad we own you.”  Then she would resume sucking, occasionally shifting to the other breast and palpating them with her hands.

Sarah didn’t like this treatment at all but she supposed that it was better than the treatment she received for the last measurements that Diane took a little earlier.  That was truly humiliating.

Dian had strapped her into a seat that was attached to a machine.  When she turned on the machine, the chair started bouncing up and down.  This had the effect of animating her breasts which bounced and jiggled with the movements of the chair.  Then Diane pulled out a second camera and started filming the motions of the bound girl’s breasts, recording each jiggle and jerk.

“They’re just as firm as I suspected,” said Diane as she recorded all of the wild motions of the lively orbs of flesh.  “Not a lot of movement.  Most girls flop all over the place.  I even had one a couple of months ago who kept banging her chin.  That was funny to watch but it certainly decreases a girl’s value on the market.”

Finally, Diane turned off the machine and sat at the computer.  “Now we just upload all of this and wait for instructions.”

What did that mean?  What did any of this mean?  By now, she had resigned herself to the fact that she was kidnapped and would be sold into slavery.  But what was with the instructions that Diane was waiting for?  And why were they looking for a clone of that girl in the picture?

“Could you stop that now?” Sarah asked as she watched Elizabeth’s cheeks puffing in and out with the suckling.  “They’re getting sore.”

“Oh, I wish I could,” replied Elizabeth.  “But you’re too delicious to stop.  I could gobble you all up.  I’m a growing girl, yanno.”

Sarah shook her head in disbelief.  “Do you know what’s going to happen to me?”  At least if she was going to be stuck with the younger girl, she might be able to learn something about her future.

Elizabeth let the nipple slide from her lips.  “Yep,” she responded before sucking it back in and nursing on it.

Sarah raised her eyebrows at the short response, expecting more details in the reply.  “So what’s going to happen to me?”

Sarah watched the nipple pop free again.  It was shiny from the girl’s saliva and looked swollen and red.  “I’m not allowed to say,” said Elizabeth.

Sarah groaned and watched as Elizabeth shifted her attention to the other nipple to torment it some more.  She couldn’t believe how she was being treated.  She thought back to the night of her abduction.  How long ago was that?  She didn’t have any idea because she had been drugged after she had been kidnapped.  She assumed that it was less than a week ago, though.

She tried to think of what clues the police might have.  There was the video camera in the store.  But Diane had disguised herself well.  Even she didn’t recognize her captor.  There was another video camera in the back lot but, with the parking lot light out, that probably wouldn’t provide much information.

Maybe Diane had left some fingerprints.  She must have touched something in the store.  And then she remembered that the woman had paid in cash.  Maybe they would find some prints on one of the hundred dollar bills.  That seemed to be her only real hope.  She groaned in despair as she wondered what life ahead of her held in store.  She was not sure that she could be too hopeful, though.

Diane finally came back into the room.  “Time to give her up, baby.”

“Awwww, Mommy!!!” complained Elizabeth.  “She’s so delicious.  And I haven’t even tasted anything but her nipples yet.”

Diane furrowed her brow.  “Yes you did.  You tasted her pussy on my finger earlier.  And you’ll get to taste that again later.  But I need her back now.  You can taste her all you want after I make the alterations.”

Sarah gasped at the words.  Alterations?  What did that mean?  This did not sound good at all.  She prepared herself to be able to fight and run at the first chance she got, hoping that there would be a chance before any alterations could be made.

The woman released the chain between Sarah’s wrists and ankles and then replaced the link that held the ankles together with a short piece of chain.  This would allow the girl to walk but with tiny steps.  Any hope of escape would have to wait for another time.  Sarah followed reluctantly behind the woman using short, mincing steps with her wrists still secured behind her back.

“Why am I being treated like a prisoner?” she asked as they moved down a long hallway past many doors.

Diane stopped for a moment and patted the girl’s cheek.  “Because you are a prisoner, dear.  It’s for your own good really.  We couldn’t risk having you harm yourself or damage yourself by foolishly trying to escape.”

Sarah gasped as they passed an open door.  Inside was another girl lying on a bed and apparently sleeping.  She was naked but for her heavily bandaged chest.  The space looked like some kind of hospital room.

Diane heard the gasp and explained.  “She’s almost healed from one of her alterations.  But don’t start worrying.  Yours are very minor compared to what was ordered for her.  Your breasts are perfect and don’t need to be augmented one bit.”

This drew another gasp from Sarah.  Not only did they kidnap girls here but they surgically altered them.  How was she going to be changed?  She trembled with fear with each step she took.

“Now hop up in this chair, precious girl,” said Diane once they arrived at the destination.  She grasped Sarah’s shoulders and guided her back into the chair.  Then she unfastened the chain that had been hobbling the prisoner and bound them to two pads that went out from the seat of the chair.  Once the ankles were secure, the wrists were freed and then each arm was bound to an arm of the chair.  Finally, a strap was pulled tightly across her chest above her breasts and another one went below her breasts.  She was completely immobilized.

“Eve should be in here shortly,” Diane said.  “We’re going to give you a little haircut.”

“No!!!  Wait!!!” blurted Sarah as she remembered bald Elizabeth.  “Please don’t shave my head!!!”

Diane laughed.  “Silly girl.  We aren’t going to shave your head.  We’re just giving you a different style.”  Currently, Sarah’s long blonde hair hung almost to her waist.  She liked her hair long and usually wore it in a ponytail, although it had been left free since her arrival at this place.

Less than a minute later, a naked woman entered the room.  Why was everyone naked around here, wondered Sarah.  Diane was the only person she had seen since her arrival with any clothing on.

“This is Eve, Sarah,” said Diane.  “She’s here to style your hair.”  Eve appeared to be about thirty and was very pretty.  She had platinum blonde hair that was stylishly cut at chin level.  She had large, firm breasts that almost sat like flesh-colored snow cones on her chest and she had wide gold hoops piercing her nipples.  Her slender waist gave way to feminine, flaring hips.  And she was nicely tanned all over, making a striking contrast to her almost white hair.

“Hello, Sarah,” smiled Eve.  Sarah trembled slightly and remained silent, nervous about what was going to happen next.

Eve turned to Diane and spoke.  “She’s adorable, Mistress.  You have outdone yourself this time.”

“Thank you, pet,” smiled Diane.  “Yes, she’s a pretty little thing.”

Then Diane handed several pictures to Eve.  “Here’s your assignment.  I need a perfect match.”

Eve looked at the pictures and then stepped behind Sarah, lifting her hair and letting it run through her fingers.  “This shouldn’t be a problem at all.  She has full, rich, lustrous hair.  And the color is already a good match.”

For the next thirty minutes, Eve snipped and brushed and snipped some more.  Sarah groaned as she watched her precious locks falling to the floor.  But at least she wasn’t being shaved.  Several times, Eve’s breasts brushed against Sarah’s face as she leaned in to work, causing the bound girl to blush each time she felt the warm, soft mounds.

Finally, Eve held up the mirror.  Gone were the long amber locks.  In their place, Sarah saw her hair elegantly coiffed at shoulder length.  It was not her style but it looked nice.  And at least she wasn’t bald.

“She looks divine,” said Diane who had been sitting and watching the progress.  “Nice job, Eve.  You’ll get to climax today for that.”

Eve smiled brightly.  “Thank you, Mistress.”  Sarah just furrowed her brow in confusion at the exchange.

Diane walked to the chair that held the girl and reached out, tugging lightly on the blonde tuft of pubic hair.  “This goes next.”

Sarah gasped and opened her eyes wide in surprise.  “Wait!!!  No!!!! Please don’t cut that off!!!”

Diane patted the girl’s cheek again.  “We have to, girl.  You are a special order.  We have to satisfy the customer.  And he was very specific in his needs.”

There it was again.  Special order.  What did that mean?  And now the woman was talking about a customer.  Now she was absolutely convinced that she had been kidnapped by some sort of white slavery ring.  And now she knew that she was going to be sold to a male.

Sarah groaned again as the chair was adjusted and her legs were drawn apart.  She groaned yet again as she looked down across her nudity and saw Eve’s scissors snipping away her treasured little tuft of hair.  After the scissors reduced the bush to stubble, Eve lathered up the girl’s mound and then swiped the razor through the foam, removing the last vestiges of hair.

“Let me just adjust your legs,” said Eve.  Sarah’s legs were lifted and remained separated.  She blushed as she realized that her bottom and her sex were lewdly on display.  The razor swiped through the little valley between the beautifully rounded globes of Sarah’s ass, causing the girl to blush even more.

“She’s a wet one,” observed Eve as she turned her attention to Sarah’s labia and upper thighs.  Entire new shads of red were achieved by the blushing girl as Eve swabbed a towel between Sarah’s thighs to mop up her juices of arousal.  Sarah silently cursed her body again for betraying her.  How could she show signs of arousal when she was being humiliated and degraded so badly?

Finally, Eve was finished with all of her barbering chores.  She ran a finger down each of the slick labia and then looked up at Diane.  “May I, Mistress?”

“Sure, pet,” nodded Diane.  “Have fun.”

Eve smiled brightly.  “Thank you, Mistress.”

She bent her head forward and kissed the captive’s freshly denuded mound, drawing a gasp from the girl.  Then she trailed a tongue downward until she reached Sarah’s clit.  At the same time, she pushed a finger into the bound girl and started slowly moving it in and out.

Sarah gasped at the way she was being treated.  She had never been with another girl and had never wanted to.  She shouted at Eve.  “Get away from me, you pervert!!!  Get away from me!!!”

Diane got up from her chair and crossed the room.  She placed a hand on each of the proud breasts and squeezed them gently as Eve’s tongue and finger continued to move.  “Now, no, girl.  Everything is fine.  Eve just likes giving girls pleasure.  You should be nice to her after what she has already done for you.”

“Well, I don’t want pleasure from her,” replied Sarah.

“You don’t have any choice in the matter, dear,” said Diane.  She was focusing on the nipples now, rolling them back and forth and stretching them away from Sarah’s chest occasionally.  “It’s my decision.”

Sarah screamed and shouted for help as the finger and tongue kept assaulting her.  She did not want this at all.  At the same time, Diane kept toying with the girl’s nipples and wondering how Sarah would react to the next indignity she faced.  She did not think that the new slave would like it at all.

Sarah screamed again and Diane dug her fingernails into the sensitive little buds, causing the captive to screech again.  “Listen to me, little one.  Your screaming will bring you no help and I find it quite annoying.  I don’t want to gag you or use the drugs to silence you but I will if you keep this up.”

“Please get her away from me,” begged Sarah, sobbing as the tongue kept lapping and the finger kept pushing into her.

“Eve, continue,” said Diane.  Sarah groaned.  This was horrible!!!

Despite her efforts to avoid climax, Sarah finally lost her battle.  She concentrated on her upcoming graduation.  She tried to envision her first year in college.  She worked on math problems.  But the efforts between her thighs and on her breasts eventually overwhelmed her.  She let out a loud groan, her body tensing then shuddering, as the orgasm overwhelmed her.  She was so disgusted with herself.

Eve left after lowering Sarah’s legs again.  Sarah remained in the chair as Diane busied herself at a counter along the wall.  She eventually returned to Sarah, carrying a metal tray which she set on a table beside the chair.

“This won’t take long at all, sweetie,” said Diane.  “But I need to place one more strap on you before we begin.”

A leather strap was drawn across the girl’s forehead and then tightened.  Sarah could not raise her head or even turn to either side.  Diane picked something off the tray and placed it on Sarah’s chest as she gathered other items from the tray.  These too were placed on the prisoner’s chest.  Sarah tried to identify what they were but couldn’t figure them out.  One was heavy and cold and made of metal.  Another was light and fluffy.  The third item was also light but she could tell from its cold temperature that it was also metal.

Diane picked up the heavy item.  “This will be over before you know it.  You’ll feel a little pinch and then you’re past the worst of it.”

Sarah was visibly trembling at this point.  “Please don’t do it.  Please don’t hurt me.  Please, please, please.”

Diane ignored the pleas and moved the tool to the girl’s face.  Sarah felt something being inserted into each of her nostrils, stretching them outward.  She continued to beg for mercy but Diane continued to ignore her.

“Oooowwwww!!!” she screeched.  Pain erupted in her nose and she saw stars before her eyes.

Diane removed the tool and held a piece of gauze to the girl’s nose, pressing it against both sides of the septum to stop the bleeding.  She held it there for a couple of minutes until the bleeding stopped.  Sarah sobbed and pleaded the whole time.

Eventually, Diane removed the gauze and picked up the third item from Sarah’s chest.  Sarah felt something being pushed through her septum.  Oh my gosh, she though.  She pierced my nose!!!

Diane held a mirror up for Sarah to see her new decoration.  “We’ll eventually replace that with a ring but we don’t want it catching on anything while you’re healing.”  Sarah groaned at what she saw.  It looked like a little gold horseshoe had been run through her nose.  At each end was a little gold ball that rested on her upper lip.

Chapter 4

The next three weeks were hellish for Sarah.  She never would have imagined that she could possibly feel so helpless and vulnerable.  She had no control over anything including her body functions and her body’s reactions.

Each night, she was stuffed in a cage.  It was too short for her to stand.  It was not long enough for her to lie flat.  The only thing she could do was curl up on her side in a fetal position as she cried herself to sleep.  And that was the good part of the day.

Each morning, Elizabeth would retrieve her from the cage, although she would not be released from the cage until she knelt with her wrists behind her back near the edge of the cage.  As soon as Elizabeth cuffed her, the door would be opened and she could waddle out on her knees.

Elizabeth would take her to the bathroom where she could relieve herself under the bald wonder’s supervision.  Then the young teenager would shower her and scrub her body with a stiff brush.  The bristles stung and hurt her sensitive flesh at first but, after the first week, it was less painful.  Was her skin becoming calloused?

Her breakfast was served to her in a dog bowl set on a low shelf.  She knelt in front of the shelf and scooped at the gruel with her tongue since her hands were useless behind her back.  Then Elizabeth would wipe the gruel off her cheeks and deliver the captive to Diane for whatever training or processing was on the schedule.

Everything that happened to her seemed to be designed to humiliate her and to break down her will to resist.  She still harbored hope that she would escape or be rescued but that light at the end of the tunnel grew dimmer by the day.

Each day contained basically the same activities, although the order was always different, keeping her on edge.  She did not like any of the activities although she quickly learned not to voice her opinion.  On her third day, she had been paddled severely for complaining about her treatment.  She could not sit for days without wincing and it took over a week for the bruises to fade away.  After that punishment, she became very compliant and much less defiant.

“You have to be more vocal, little one,” said Diane as she caressed the outer swells of Sarah’s breasts.  Sarah was suspended in air with ropes leading from each of her four cuffs to four posts.  A male was standing between her legs, pounding his beefy cock into her sex, causing her body to bounce and her breasts to jiggle with each thrust.  “Your owner will want to hear his property as he uses it.”

“I can’t, Mistress,” she whimpered.  She had quickly learned to use the title of Mistress to avoid being punished again.  “I’m so ashamed.”

Diane leaned down and kissed Sarah on the lips.  “That’s why I’m keeping you here for a few weeks before delivering you to your new owner, pet.  We need to condition you.  We need to peel away all of your old inhibitions.”

That’s when Diane came up with an idea.  She wasn’t sure if it would work.  She had never tried this approach before.  But it was her innovative approaches that caused customers to keep coming to her.  And her cleverness was what earned her this two million dollar assignment.

“That’s enough, Ralph,” Diane told the male.  “Thank you for your assistance this morning.”

“Diane,” he groaned as he looked down at the ripe body swinging in the bindings before him and impaled on his cock.  “Just another minute.  I’m almost there.”

“I said that’s enough, Ralph.  Now, be on your way.”

Ralph groaned again.  He reluctantly withdrew his cock from the girl’s perfect body.  Then he got dressed and left.

“Send in Eve,” said Diane before the male left the room.

A few minutes later, the naked Eve emerged into the room.  Diane drew her aside and spoke to her quietly, outlining her plan.  Then Eve knelt between Sarah’s outstretched legs and used her lips and tongue to pleasure the girl.

Sarah was brought close to climax over and over again but each time, right before she was about to explode, Eve would stop.  She would wait a few minutes for Sarah to settle down and then would begin again.  Sarah started to whimper after a few of these start and stop episodes.

After nearing orgasm a dozen times, Diane told her to stop again.  “Take a break.  Send in Elizabeth.  But I’ll need you again shortly.”

Elizabeth came into the room and Diane gave her the same instructions.  Then the bald wonder knelt between the girl’s legs and repeated the actions of her slave sister, Eve.  Quickly, Sarah was moaning and groaning as she was tormented by the talented tongue.  It was torture!

Eve came back in and spelled Elizabeth.  Each time Sarah would get close to an orgasm, the tongue would stop moving.  It was agony!

Sarah was quite vocal at this point.  She was so frustrated that she would have done anything to achieve an orgasm.  She would have even signed her life away into slavery at that point.  She just needed relief.  It was cruel!

This continued for hours with Eve and Elizabeth performing a sort of pornographic tag team event.  Sarah was begging for relief.  She moaned and groaned and grunted and wailed.  It was horrendous!

Diane had been recording this for future reference in case the approach worked.  After several hours of the exquisite torment, she slid a table into the center of the room and she and Eve lifted Sarah onto it.  The bindings still held her spread eagle but at least now, her cuffs were not supporting all of her weight.  And the exquisite tormented continued on for more hours.

Occasionally, Diane would walk over to the bound girl and stroke a thigh or squeeze a breast.  Several times, she slipped a finger into Sarah’s sex and then painted the girl’s lips with her juices.  The first time, Sarah twisted her head away.  After that, though, she let Diane coat her lips in hopes that compliance would cause the mistress to take pity on her and allow her to climax.

Finally, Diane called a halt to the training exercise.  It was close to midnight and she had to let her other two slaves get some rest.  She had another idea, though, that she wanted to try out.

She left Sarah on the table bound as she had been throughout the evening and most of the afternoon.  There was no risk of her falling off with her limbs stretched in all directions.  She threw a sheet and a blanket over the girl to keep her warm.  And then she placed headphones over Sarah’s ears.  She would listen to her own sounds all night.

Right before leaving the girl for the night, Diane sucked one of her nipples into her mouth and pulsed it, further arousing Sarah and increasing her agony.  Eve was assigned to do the same with the other nipple and the bound prisoner was once again wailing.  She thought she was going to pop.  Then Diane led Eve out of the room and Sarah was left to listen to all of her sounds from the day.

It was not difficult for Sarah to fall asleep after the throbbing in her nipples subsided.  She was exhausted from the many hours of torment.  But each time she woke up, she would hear the coos and aahhs and gurgles that she had emitted under the lash of the two expert tongues.  She would eventually fall asleep again, with the soundtrack of the debauchery playing in her head.

“Let us begin again,” said Diane the next morning.  Elizabeth had been in the room earlier.  She had pushed the table away so that Sarah hung from her wrists and ankles again.  Then she had used a hose to wash down and shampoo the captive teenager.

Ralph stood between her thighs again and she tensed as she saw him coating his erection with some kind of lubricant.  She groaned as he sliced his cock fully into her sex with a single thrust and then became a chorus of moans and mewls and coos and gasps.

Diane smiled as she watched and listened.  Another girl had been tamed and properly trained to be a sex toy.  She almost dreaded the upcoming day when the transition would be finished.  She would prefer to keep this girl as her own.  Sarah was turning out to be her masterpiece.  But then again, two million dollars was worthy of a masterpiece.  And, after all, she was a business woman.  She was a merchant.  And her merchandise was beautiful girls.  She was a slaver.

Ralph got to pound away longer than yesterday, much to his relief.  And, to the surprise of both Diane and Sarah, Sarah climaxed as the huge pole was thrust into her over and over again.  Sarah realized that she was close to another orgasm when she heard Ralph grunt and tense.  She knew he had just climaxed inside of her and groaned as she realized her next orgasm would have to wait.  But she wanted it now!

Sarah was finally released from the four poles.  She had been attached to them for a long time.  Elizabeth came into the room and led the blonde slavegirl away to provide her with some breakfast.  And then it was off to another day of training and conditioning.

Today started with practice in servicing females.  Eve was her instructor and Sarah soon found herself kneeling at the beautiful slave’s feet.  She had balked at this exercise the first time during the early days of her captivity.  She had never done anything like this before and she thought it was perverted and disgusting.  But she quickly learned that performing the perverted and disgusting act was preferable to the many was she was punished when she tried to refuse.

“That’s it, Sarah,” Eve praised her as the new slave’s tongue fluttered over her clit.  “You’re getting much better.  Now curl your tongue and push it into me.”

Obediently, Sarah curled her tongue and stabbed it into the senior slave’s sex.  She felt Eve’s juices smearing onto her cheeks as she did this.  Again, she would have been revolted by this only a few weeks earlier but now she accepted it as a fact of her new life.  It wasn’t the taste that offended her.  She had learned that pussies don’t taste bad at all and Eve actually tasted good to her.  But the idea of girls pleasuring other girls had been hard to adjust to.

Eve looked down at the beautiful blonde teenager and stroked the girl’s hair.  Sarah actually had gotten much better at this and Eve truly enjoyed having the talented little tongue pleasuring her.  Diane had talked about capturing a girl for her that Eve could keep as a pet.  She wished that this little cutie could be that girl but she knew that would never happen.  Sarah was due to be shipped to her new owner at the end of the week.

“Pretty girl,” said Eve as she brushed the backs of her fingers across Sarah’s cheek.  Eve wondered how Sarah would feel when title to her body was transferred.  It must make a girl feel even more helpless and hopeless than before, she assumed.  That had never happened to her.  She was captured by Diane two years earlier and she had been kept as the mistress’ personal slave ever since.  She was never subjected to the demoralizing and dehumanizing act of being sold.

“Ooooo!!!” squealed Eve as Sarah started experimenting with a new tongue movement.  Her belly was quivering and her legs were shaking slightly.  “Good girl.  Keep up that movement.”

Sarah felt oddly proud of the praise she was receiving.  It was strange to feel happy that she was doing a good job when she was doing a job that she would prefer not to be doing at all.  But she kept fluttering her tongue over the juicy clit before her until she heard Eve groan and saw her body tense.

Sarah looked up at the beautiful slave and saw the ripe, full, ringed breasts rising and falling rapidly with her ragged breathing.  Eve had been a chorus of soft coos and moans throughout Sarah’s efforts and only stopped her symphony to say something to Sarah.  Even now, the platinum slave was making little mewling and purring sounds.

Punishment time was next on today’s agenda.  It was not as if she did anything to deserve punishment.  Each day, she was subjected to some new form of punishment or torture and Sarah assumed that it was just so that she knew what each one was.  It was a sort of sampler pack.

Today, she learned what a horse was and what kind of pain it could inflict on a naked girl.  Elizabeth supervised this section and had Sarah straddle what initially looked like a balance beam.  Once she was on it, however, she learned that it was quite different from the balance beams she remembered.

The long wooden beam was shaped like an upside down V with the point of the V rounded and smoothed.  Elizabeth had Sarah settle herself onto the beam, which she did.  The hard wood was uncomfortable as it pressed up against her body but she could endure this, she was sure.

The next step was to secure her wrists behind her back.  This made it a little more difficult to support herself with her hands but it was still bearable.  And she could still push off the ground with her feet when she needed to relieve herself.  What Elizabeth did next made things noticeably worse.

Elizabeth circled each ankle with a leather cuff and then, one by one, lifted Sarah’s feet behind her.  Snaps on the cuffs were attached to rings on the underside of the beam.  Sarah was no longer able to use her feet to support her weight and it was becoming more uncomfortable.

The next change moved things from uncomfortable to painful.  Elizabeth attached a rope to the links between the two handcuffs.  The rope ran up to the ceiling and through a pulley.  When Elizabeth pulled on the rope, Sarah’s arms were drawn higher into the air causing strain in her shoulders.  It also tilted the captive girl forward a bit and Sarah found that her entire weight was being supported by her clit.  She groaned as she felt her sensitive little bud being crushed beneath her.

A final attachment marked the official beginning of the punishment.  Sarah’s pierced nose had healed and the horseshoe had been replaced by a gold ring.  Elizabeth clipped another rope to the ring and, when she pulled on the rope that ran through another pulley on the ceiling, Sarah’s head was drawn upward.  She quickly became a quivering ball of female pain.

Diane entered the room to inspect her daughter’s work.  She ran her palm over Sarah’s nudity, admiring the firm but quaking flesh.  She could see the strain in the muscles and the agony in the girl’s face.  But Sarah remained silent.  She had already learned that protests only earned her more punishment.

“Welcome to the horse, little one,” said the mistress as she ran her palms over the smooth orbs of the girl’s bottom, admiring the tight muscles there.  “This is usually only used for severe infractions.  But I wanted you to experience it at least once so you knew enough to try to avoid it.”

“It hurts so much, Mistress,” groaned Sarah.  She hoped that complaint did not earn her more punishment.

“I know it does, sweetie,” said Diane who had positioned herself to stroke and squeeze the breasts that were dangling downward from the girl’s chest.  “But it displays you so nicely.”

Sarah groaned again as she felt Diane stroking her breasts almost as if milking them.  She felt the pressure in her nose and had to be careful to keep her head tilted up for fear that she might tear out the ring.

Diane continued to amuse herself with the full breasts, squeezing them and stroking them.  Occasionally, she would slap one of them and then watch as the beautiful orb swung back and forth like a pink, soft metronome.

“Only two minutes left,” Diane announced after what seemed like an eternity to Sarah but which, in fact, had only been a little over ten minutes.

“Oh god,” groaned Sarah.  Her entire body was suffering from the pain emanating from her mashed clit.  She wasn’t sure if she would survive another couple of minutes.  It felt like her body was being sliced in two.

Finally, Elizabeth was brought back in and released Sarah in the reverse order that she had been bound.  Sarah was whimpering and sobbing by the time she was able to support her weight with her legs and vowed to herself that she would be very obedient in the future to avoid ever being subjected to this kind of punishment again.

She had a lesson on etiquette.  She had a session where she practiced blowjobs.  Some days, she was peed on and other days she would be a human toilet, forced to drink piss.  She was fisted each day.  She was exercised.  She was fucked in the ass.  At the end of each day, she would be stuffed back into her cage where she would be stored until the next day.  And then it would begin again.  The only change from day to day was the order in which the indignities were inflicted upon her.

To be continued