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Chapter 3
As promised, Mistress Natasha met Commandant Dominique at punishment room #4 immediately after their meeting. Natasha was well aware of the difficulties that Dominique was facing with this particular slave. That was one of the reasons she had not been terribly upset with her, despite the gruff response in their earlier meeting. The truth was that Natasha had favored Dominique since the day she first hired her. In her mind Dominique was the one to beat for the top slot of taking over her position, but to avoid obvious internal strife she chose to hide her true feelings and let the contest play out with Teresa. Natasha was well aware that there were many there that favored Teresa and her particular brand of punishment style. To obviously endorse Dominique would cause unnecessary friction in the organization.
Natasha, in fact, was much less concerned with how Dominique dealt with this particular slave then how she would with the one she was bringing in a few days.
Natasha looked at the files she brought with her. All punishments had been “surface” treatments, meaning that everything that Commandant Dominique had performed on #465 had been of the non-penetration variety. This was the preferred method of coercing the girls into capitulation. Forced penetrations, whether vaginally or anally, while undeniably effective, tended to lessen the girl’s ultimate value at auction. These harsh methods were now generally avoided in all but the most extreme cases. This was a big change from a few years ago, when compulsory penetrations were routine to force submission more quickly. Natasha felt though that today’s buyers wanted as little “mileage” as possible on their slave girls, hence the change in tactics. This new policy complicated the jobs of Commandants Teresa and Dominique, forcing them to continually devise new and ever crueler and unusual torture techniques to accomplish their objectives.
Despite all these new guidelines, Natasha was prepared to make some concessions. She needed #465 to be broken and broken soon. What she was planning in the next few days was going to require Dominique’s complete and undivided attention and she could no longer afford to have her messing around with this insolent Italian bitch.
Natasha nodded at Dominique and the two women opened the door to punishment room #4 and walked in. Just as Dominique had requested, her subordinates had stripped Isabella of all of her clothing and left her dangling from the ceiling by a heavy chain. She was truly an awesome specimen, both women noted. Just 20 years old with long brown hair, she had a magnificent figure and generous breasts, which Dominique had targeted relentlessly, all to no avail. This girl had proven to be a difficult subject to be sure. Natasha was not surprised though; Italian women had a reputation for being stubborn. The few that Stonebrair had processed in the past were all similar in temperament.
Isabella hung there trying to stand on her tippy toes so she would not swing freely. She knew that they had cranked her up just high enough so she could barely touch the floor. She was cold, as all the rooms were kept that way, she noticed. She was exhausted, these last few weeks had sapped just about every bit of strength she had in her and she doubted how much longer she could hold out. The only thing that kept her going was the thought of what lay ahead when she consented to go to the chamber. Like most of the other girls she had heard the rumors about it and was scared to death to go in there, but soon she would have no choice, like all of the others before her.
Isabella had long since given up the thought of escaping or being rescued, this place was run like a Supermax prison and there was only one way out, and that was after the auction she was sure. But going through the rest of what they had planned for her, she wasn’t sure she could handle it, which is why she fought on, enduring unimaginable pain to her tender young body.
Commandant Dominique took a riding crop from a shelf as Natasha looked on from a corner.
Isabella was scared, more so then usual. It was unusual for Mistress Natasha to be present for one of her “sessions”, so she knew something special must be planned for her today.
“How are you this morning #465?” Commandant Dominique asked like they were just two girls walking into the office to begin their workday.
Isabella just hung there, refusing to respond, as she usually did. She hated to give Commandant Dominique any response.
“Today is the day it must end #465. You have fought valiantly, you are a very brave girl, but what you are doing makes no sense anymore. You have proven your point to all of us, and most importantly you have gained my respect.”
Dominique circled around the dangling girl, spinning her around with one hand and then gently tapping her ass with the riding crop she held in the other.
“We have something new planned for you, something you have not been subjected to yet. Please believe me when I tell you that it not something I want to use, certainly not on someone as pretty as you”. Dominique grabbed her ass with her right hand and stroked her cheek with the left. Isabella was non-responsive as usual.
“Please #465 listen to me, from one woman to another, let me be your friend for a moment. I don’t want to hurt you anymore. I want more then anything for this to end and it can end in only one way, with you signing the contract from Madam Hardings. You are going into that chamber #465, and you will become a lesbian slave, there is nothing that can change that fact, ever. The best thing that you can do for yourself is to accept the inevitable and put a stop these ridiculous torture sessions.”
It was an impassioned plea, Mistress Natasha noted. Similar to the ones she had given many times to many other girls in her early days of running the torture sessions on Level One. This is one of the many reasons why Natasha had been so fond of Dominique; she used logic to coerce the girls while Teresa so often relied on brute force to break them. A difference in approach no doubt, but the softer sell was often so much more effective.
“Fuck you!!!!!” is all that Dominique and Natasha heard. “I will never give into to you crazy bitches.” Isabella screamed, in flawless English, at her captors and used what little leverage she could muster to push away from Dominique.
Neither woman was surprised; they hadn’t expected Dominique’s attempt to work, especially after the young girl had fought this hard for this long. Natasha wasn’t upset; she just went over to a closet and pulled out a large metal ball type apparatus. It wasn’t a complete sphere and it did have a hinge in the middle. She handed it to Dominique.
“Do you know what this is #465? I am going to tell you. It is sensory deprivation helmet. You can see it is made completely out of metal. The Mistress and I are going to put it over your head and lock into place. Oh don’t worry; you will get air in there, but not much else. There will be absolutely no light, and minimal sound, it will be like lying in your own coffin. And while that is in place we are going to have our fun with this.” The two evil bitches ran their hands all over Isabella body as she squirmed all around in circles while dangling from the chain.
“You are not going to have any idea what we are going to do to you,” Dominique laughed evilly.
Isabella screamed as loud as she could as the two women moved in. Natasha wrapped her arms around Isabella’s naked body and held her tight. The young slave could only shake and squirm, as she was unable to get any control to resist her captors. Dominique placed the infernal apparatus over the screaming girl’s head and fastened the two locks on the back of the helmet into place. #465 was now locked into her own personal cocoon. Her head was now completely covered with a heavy metal globe. There were two tiny holes in the back, but that was it. No light, no sound, nothing. It had to be terrifying for the girl inside the two women concurred. The only they could hear were the muffled screams coming from inside and even those were drowned out by the heavy rubber collar connected to the neck of the device, which fit snuggly around the slave’s neck.
The lower level staff normally handled these menial tasks, but Natasha dismissed them before she and Dominique entered the room. The Mistress wanted to spend some time with her star pupil to more closely evaluate how she would deal with this troublesome slave.
After evaluating their petrified prey, Natasha asked; “What do you have in mind for her, Commandant Dominique?”
“First I think we should put her tits into a vice, and then pour hot wax over them.”
“Excellent!” Natasha concurred.
Dominique went to the intercom and ordered the two items to be brought to them immediately. While she waited she circled Isabella with her riding crop, delivering sharp stinging blows to the Italian girl’s shapely ass. She could hear the cries from inside the metal ball. She paused every once in a while and placed her hand on top of Isabella’s perfectly shaved cunt, She held it tight, wanting very much to taste it, but knowing for now at least, that was quite impossible.
A moment later a gentle knock on the door snapped her out of her daydream. A subordinate delivered a tray full of 6 large black candles, already lit of course. More ominously (if she could see it of course), was a leather studded tit press. Natasha took it in her hands and marveled once again at this diabolical little contraption. She had dozens of these units at Stonebrair and every slave in there had been forced to wear them multiple times. It was such a low-tech device, but so undeniably effective at achieving it’s desired result. With Natasha’s help the two women had it attached around Isabella breasts in no time.
They could hear the screams, now reduced only to faint murmurs through the metal sphere, as they twisted the wing nuts tighter. Now satisfied, Natasha sat down and watched her charge go to work. Dominique placed one of the candles directly under Isabella’s right tit. Immediately sensing the flame she pulled away as best she could. On to the left tit Dominique went, provoking a similar reaction. This went on for a few minutes until Dominique was bored. Finally she grabbed the slave’s right tit and with her left hand started to pour molten wax over the squashed teat. #465 yelled as loud as she could, and tried to dance away, it was fruitless however as her range of mobility was so limited. Dominique put the candle down and grabbed a second one, in which she repeated the process on the left tit.
Inside the sphere it was a living hell for Isabella. She could see and hear virtually nothing, but the worst part was how hot it was, she could hardly breathe. Her tits were aching worse then ever, she wanted more then anything for this to end, to be done with this madness; instead she could only fell more pain as the wax was obviously being whipped off her tits by the repeated lashes of the riding crop.
The Commandant waited for a few minutes for her slave to catch her breath, and then she repeated the whole process over again. Dominique needed to be careful, as all the trainers did, they could not let their anger boil over here and cause long-term damage to the slave that would just be bad for business. After the second round of waxing and whipping Natasha made a suggestion that intrigued the frustrated woman.
She ordered one of the staff people to retrieve a box from the freezer, marked 421B.
Natasha opened up the package and showed it to Dominique, inside was a frozen piece of ice, formed in the shape of a dildo. The thing must have measured 10 inches long and had an overly generous diameter. She handed Dominique a pair of thick rubber gloves and said: “Maybe this will help get her over the top?”
Dominique was excited; this was the first time she had been offered the chance to penetrate this slave. More then anything she wanted to do it. But in the back of her mind she wondered if this was just a test from the Mistress, to see if she could resist her urges to defile this bitch and break her another way. Dominique snapped the gloves on and removed the dildo from its case. It was surprisingly heavy and felt good in her hand. First she gently pressed it against Isabella’s right nipple, then the left. Back and forth she went. Isabella was weaker now and unable to put up much of a fight to get away. Her boobs aching now from the crushing force of the press and the wax assault, but her nipples managed to get hard anyway, further increasing her agony.
Dominique then traced a path down Isabella’s tight stomach before finally stopping at her pussy. She forced the girl’s legs apart and jammed the icy spear all over her cunt and ass, careful though not to violate either hole. Finally she stopped, but only to grab a spray bottle filled with lubricant. She carefully hosed down Isabella’s cunt and asshole, letting her know she was preparing her for the inevitable. Before proceeding she paused to open the tiny hatch where Isabella’s eyes were. She slid it open and waited, long enough for the bitch’s eyes to adjust to the light.
For her part, Natasha was delighted.
Satisfied the Italian bitch could now see, she put the dildo right up to the globe. “Do you see what this is #465? That’s right, it’s a dildo made of solid ice. And I think you know where it is going to go don’t you?” Dominique asked mockingly. “We will sit here all day if we have to and I will ram this into your cunt and then your ass until it melts, and when it does I will bring another one in here and we will do it all again.” Her voice was rising again, to add emphasis as to how serious she was.
Dominique looked through the eye slit. Isabella was now crying hysterically. She couldn’t take it anymore. She wanted it to end so badly but she couldn’t bring herself to say the words.
Not willing to give up her momentum, the cold-hearted woman shut the eye slit and went back to work. She picked up the dildo and placed it right on top of Isabella’s pussy lips, rubbing it teasingly back and forth. With her other hand she banged the riding crop on to the metal globe, causing loud, painful echoes inside the steel chamber. “Give me what I want you bitch!”
Dominique continued circling her prey, keeping the dildo pressed firmly on, but not in, the slave’s cunt. She continued banging away with the crop. Natasha sat and stared, marveling at her charge’s abject cruelty. Finally the Commandant stopped, and opened the eye slit again. She put her mouth right up to it and whispered in; “Have you had enough yet or do I need to ram this thing is?”
Isabella couldn’t bear the thought of it anymore. The sweat covered, tear-stained beauty had given it all she had and this was the end of the line for her both emotionally and physically. Days and days of relentless beatings had taken their toll. It was time to give them what they were going to take anyway. With what little strength she had left the pretty brunette managed to whisper… “Yes, I surrender, please stop.”
With those magical words, Dominique immediately dropped the now melting dildo and riding crop to the floor. Natasha knew immediately what that meant. She leaped up from her chair and congratulated Dominique. The two women smiled at one another and proceeded to unfasten the diabolical head sphere that no doubt made this special moment happen. Inside was the sweat soaked but still very pretty Isabella. She was going to make an excellent slave both women were sure, but there was still so much work to be done.
Natasha rang for the staff. Upon arriving they were told the good news and then got to work unfastening #465 and placing her in a gurney for transport back to her cell. No longer combatants, Dominique gently stroked Isabella’ face and hair. Then she gave her a kiss on the lips before she was led away. Isabella was exhausted and offered no resistance.
Dominique was well aware that this was a very emotional time for the now vanquished slave. For the next few hours #465 would be left alone in her cell, to contemplate her life altering decision. Then Madam Hardings would enter and ask for her signature on the contract, thereby signing herself away to a life of permanent lesbian enslavement. Dominique was not uncaring; she knew that this was a decision that was not an easy one to make, and frankly one that she was glad that she would never have to.
The worst for Isabella was clearly ahead, but luckily she had no way to know it. Dominique was just happy that she had done her job and done it well. Having her boss witness the capitulation firsthand made it even better. The fact that she did not have to penetrate Isabella, as much as she wanted to, surely raised her stock in Natasha’s eyes. “Penetrate as a last resort” was the motto that Natasha was now driving into both her and her rival Teresa.
“Excellent work again, my congratulations Commandant.” Natasha said as she left room and headed back to her office. “See you at the all staff meeting tonight.”
Dominique was dying to know what that was all about, but she knew that Natasha would never tell her. Instead she just walked down the hall to check on the progress of one of her other girls, a 21-year-old college student from Kansas, Amber, now known as #469.
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