The Haven

Chapter 4 - Veronica and Hanna

It was still dark when a loud knocking sound roused her awake. Sleepily she rose from her bed, wrapped a bathrobe around herself and answered the door. Waiting for her was a woman who could only be described as Amazonian. Tall and statuesque, she towered over the tiny Kat like some bronzed goddess. Her long auburn hair was pulled back tight in a simple ponytail. She was dressed in a military cap, short button top that exposed a large amount of tanned midriff and tight booty shorts, all in a dark navy blue colour. Stiletto sandals and a leather belt with vicious looking accoutrements including a whip and a electric stun baton completed the ensemble.

She held a chain leash that led to the red leather collar of a naked teenage girl, no more than 16, standing behind her. She held a serving tray in front of her but not with her hands. Two corners of the tray were buckled around her slim waist, the other two corners were held up by thin chains clipped to rings threaded through the girl’s pierced nipples. On the tray was neatly folded clothing and a covered breakfast, the weight pulling the poor girl’s breasts into stretched cones. Adding to her suffering, toe-crushing ballet boots were padlocked to her feet, and a large pink ball-gag was strapped tight in her mouth.

“Hi Katherine, I’m Veronica. Veronica Kuznetsova. You must be our newest recruit” said the first woman.

Katherine could only gawk at the pair. Memories of last night came rushing back and she collected herself

“Oh, ah, yes hello Ms Kuznets...”

Veronica laughed “Oh don’t worry about that, just call me Veronica. I’m chief of the Haven’s security and I’m here to introduce you to the Haven, the real Haven resort, not the one you’ve just left.”

Veronica pulled the collared girl inside. Katherine noticed that red silken rope bound the slave-girl's arms behind her at wrists and elbows, tight enough that her elbows touched. Interestingly, a number of coloured tags were clipped to rings attached to her red collar.

“You’ve got about an hour to get ready. After breakfast, put on the uniform and let Hanna here take you to the training complex. Feel free to have a little play with her, she’s being punished for failing to please her last client.” She smacked an open palm against the slave-girl’s rump, who flinched from the sting but held the serving tray steady. “But don’t be late now. It’s your first day.”

Veronica left Kat with Hanna, who was still standing on trembling legs, balancing on her ballet boots. She unstrapped the serving tray from Hanna, much to her relief. Relief was short lived as Kat gave the rings an experimental twist. Silent tears sprung to her eyes and Kat laughed.

Eagerly she dragged Hanna by her leash to the bedroom. Thinking about Emily last night was making her feel incredibly horny. She unbuckled the ball gag and pulled it free. To her surprise, the ball gag was actually a dildo gag long enough to push down her throat but short enough to allow her to breath. Hanna choked and gurgled as Kat slid the pink shaft clear of her lips.

“Thank you Mistress!” Hanna gasped, working her stiff jaw.

“You can thank me by pleasing me.” Kat commanded.

Obediently, Hanna leaned forward and nuzzled Kat’s neck as she reclined on the bed, her wet tongue and moist lips trailing little kisses down to her breasts. She sucked Kat’s large brown nipples until she heard her sighing in pleasure. More kisses between her cleavage, down her belly, until Hanna knelt between Kat’s legs and applied her mouth to her crotch. Hanna’s skillful tongue soon had Kat buckling wildly on the bed, fingers tangled in Hanna’s hair as she ground her pussy against her mouth and nose. Hanna struggled breathe, her face pressed firmly in Kat’s privates.

While Kat recovered from a mind-blowing orgasm, she ordered the panting Hanna to stand in bedroom corner, sticky with Kat’s juices and sweat drying on her face. After cleaning herself up and finishing breakfast she dressed in the clothes that Veronica had left. They were similar in style to the uniform Veronica wore except her belt had no equipment attached and a baseball cap replaced the military hat. She modelled her outfit in front of the bedroom mirror, admiring the way that the top accentuated her breasts and the stilettos gave her extra height. It had the feel of a security guard uniform but sexier and it made her feel powerful and dominant.

After breakfast, Kat reinserted the dildo gag back into Hanna’s mouth, picked up her leash and let her pull her to where she needed to go. Daybreak was beginning, tiny rays of light streaming through the palm trees as Kat followed the tottering Hanna. It almost felt like taking a dog for an early morning walk, if the dog was a sexy teenage slave-girl. Watching Hanna’s wriggling backside as she maintained her sensual trot in her ballet boots was one of the most arousing things Kat had ever seen. Veronica’s hand-print still glowed on her butt cheek and other welts, some fresh, some faded attested to other punishments that the slave-girl had endured.

Early as it was, they saw nobody else during the walk.  After a while they reached another part of the resort with a sign overhead

‘Training Complex’

‘Punishment Rooms’

‘Slave Storage’

Here Kat saw other female guards, dressed like her. Male guards roamed the area too, all uniformed in black, tight-fitting spandex, all with fine physiques and attractive qualities. She saw other slaves too, hurrying to some chore or being disciplined for some infraction. One slave-girl was kneeling f0ace-down in the dirt, desperately kissing the feet of a pair of women guards. Her wrists were cuffed to her collar, forcing her to prop herself up on her elbows. As she licked one guard’s boot the other slashed at her upturned buttocks with a cane. When she moved her attention to the other guard, the first would resume her lashing. Either way she could not win, while the guards laughed at her hopeless attempts to please them both.

Another girl was busy giving a male guard a morning blowjob. She was bent at the waist, with a leather thong plaited in her hair leading to a butt hook embedded deep in her ass, forcing her head forward to receive the guard’s cock. He was expertly flicking his whip over her back, wrapping around her ass to strike between her spread legs on her tender pussy and thighs. A muffed scream issued at each sting of the lash but her mouth never left the guard’s erect cock.

He pulled out and spurted his cum over her tear-stained face. “Absolutely terrible, cunt! I couldn’t get one third of my cock down your pathetic throat. I thought cheerleaders sucked and fucked their way through high-school. Looks like you need more encouragement in the punishment rooms.” The slave-girl sobbed her apology as he led her away by her collar leash, his cum drying on her lips and cheeks.

Finally they reached an open parade ground. Rows of cages from processing last night were stacked across the ground. Hanna trotted up to a podium at the head of the grounds where Veronica, flanked by other guards, stood.

“Excellent, good to see you made it in time. That uniform fantastic on your body, which is great because it’s more for the benefit of our paying guests than for us.” She eyed Hanna’s dishevelled appearance and sticky face “And I see you’ve made use of our lovely slut Hanna. How was she?”

“Simply amazing, I’ve never had a girl get me off so intensely” Kat replied.

“Glad to hear, she’s not lesbian but she’s been in female pleasure training now for six months. A client was testing her out and she wasn’t impressed by her performance. Good to see that she can do better with the proper motivation.”

“You’ll only be observing so you won’t get your tools today” Veronica gestured at Kat’s empty belt. “Just follow me, watch and keep your eyes open.”

Guards began to circulate among through the parade ground, opening cage doors and forcing the girls out by simply sticking their stun baton through the bars and zapping naked skin. The air was filled with the crackle of electricity on flesh and the shrieks of stunned girls struggling work their cramped muscles to crawl out of their tiny cages. Gradually, the cages were emptied and the girls herded to the front of the podium. Kat saw Emily cowering amongst them, no longer the disdainful, aloof executive. She was now just another terrified future slave-girl, to be trained and moulded for her owner.

Veronica looked down at the assembled mass of terrified girls. “Listen up you cunts. Today you are now all slaves. You live at the pleasure of your new masters. You exist to keep your masters happy. Get used to it, sluts. The faster you learn the less pain you’ll experience. Relatively.” The guards all laughed at the last sentence. “There is no escape from this island so don’t even dream about it. You all have track-able chips implanted in your necks. Sooner or later we’ll find you.”

“Some basic rules. Firstly, if you’re not doing anything you are kneeling with your back arched, tits out, hands behind your head and knees spread.” She gestured at Hanna who had already adopted the position. A few bright girls were already falling to their knees. The slower ones, Emily included, were zapped and whipped by guards until they too were kneeling as Hanna was. Others pissed themselves, their urine splashing on the grass and dirt, faces aflame in embarrassment and humiliation.

“If you’re standing, same applies. Always keep your back arched and legs apart so that your masters have easy access to you.” She made a quick flicking motion to Hanna, like an owner directing a dog. Without using her hands, Hanna rose to her feet, keeping her legs wide apart. Kat was amazed that she could balance so well on her ballet boots and thought about the hours of training she must have endured to be able to rise from a kneeling position without hands and in such footwear.

You don’t speak unless you’re spoken to. When you reply, you address everyone as ‘Master’ or ‘Mistress’. That includes all the guards here...

“Lastly, break any rules and you’ll head for the punishment rooms. If you think training is tough, a week in a punishment room will make training feel like the luxury retreat you just came from. You’re all dismissed. Report to training.”

A few guards began to split the girls into groups and herd them into large building. The rest dispersed to other duties. Veronica turned to Kat and said “They’re headed for the training school now. We’ll take a look at the classrooms and then show you the rest of the Haven."

“Yes please!” Kat replied.