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Chapter 12
The morning for Susan began sharply at 7:00 AM, although she had no way of knowing it. Sensory deprivation was a key part of the subjugation process at Stonebriar. The girls were kept in cells that were underground, with no windows to let in sunlight. That made it difficult to tell day from night, and when combined with other methods, led to disorientation and confusion; both key ingredients to eventual submission. Certain routines though were never varied, and that included the morning shaving. The slaves found it humiliating to have their legs pried open every morning and have their pussies shaved. From the Stonebriar perspective though it served two important purposes: it helped to reinforce who was in control of the girl’s bodies and more significantly it allowed unfettered access to the most important of the slave’s body, the part that had to be controlled.
The two young girls were not brought in together this time. Natasha felt it was time to begin isolating them from each other. Not completely though. Once Susan was properly prepared she was taken to a “punishment room” where she was left hanging, gagged, and alone, from a heavy chain attached to the ceiling, her arms were spread apart by a wooden bar.
Natasha accompanied Dominique to the room. This was somewhat unusual the guards noted, but perhaps the Mistress wanted to make sure everything was going to go smoothly for such an important slave. Natasha had made it clear to her charge, as well as everyone else at the facility, that she was going to be intimately involved with the processing of Susan. As much as she trusted Dominique, she wanted to make sure there was no chance of a bond developing between the sisters as that would certainly complicate matters.
“Dominique, please wait here for a moment, I want to talk with her before you go in.” Natasha suggested as much as she ordered.
Natasha entered the room and closed the door behind her. Susan was a beautiful sight, dangling just an inch over the cold floor. She was completely naked, except for the omnipresent chastity belt and a bit gag positioned firmly in her mouth. Natasha had thought carefully about this moment, and she made the decision just last night that now would not be the best time to re- introduce the two sisters. It would definitely make the process so much more difficult for everyone involved to have the secret revealed so soon. Natasha had a plan for that time was right, but now was definitely not it.
“Hello #473, welcome to the first day of your capitulation process. I know you are scared, and that is to be completely expected. I want you to know that we have never attempted this process on someone so young before, so I am going to try and make it as easy as possible for you. That is why I have arranged to have one of our top people work on you personally during your submission process. Believe me #473 I know how tremendously difficult it will be for you. Both of us are going to try and make this as easy as possible for you. Please remember that there is nothing you can do or say to Commandant Dominique that will make her stop. You must accept her will and submit to her. I promise you that it is the best choice you make for yourself.”
Susan felt the lump in her throat grow bigger as the Mistress only stared at her and flashed an evil, almost soulless smile.
The Mistress went over to the door and opened it, and closed it behind her. Dominique I have had a change of heart, I think it is better if your sister not know it is you right now. It would just complicate things too much I fear.”
Dominique was delighted. She knew she had to go through this anyway, but not having to face Susan now would make it that much easier.
“Of course Mistress, I am happy to hear that.”
”I thought you would be.” Natasha replied, while reaching for a black mask that would completely obstruct Dominique’s face. “Please but this on.”
Dominique did, with a certain amount of relief that her inner shame of what she was about to embark on would be shrouded awhile longer.
Once the mask was on Natasha nodded and the two stepped into the room. The older sister, despite having her identity shrouded avoided eye contact as she made her way over to the dangling girl before her.
Dominique was as ravishing as she was intimidating with her bright red cat suit made completely of latex. The Mistress insisted that every employee, save Madam Hardings, be in top physical condition. This was as much for aesthetic reasons as it was for practical ones. Physically fit women were more intimidating to the slaves and made them less likely to be aggressive, and more fearful of dealing with the ramifications if they did. Dominique was essentially a Dominatrix and she played the part to perfection, wearing these types of outfits only served to reinforce that fact to the unlucky slave girls.
Mistress Natasha took a seat in the corner and watched this likely-to-be uncomfortable scene play out. Dominique was almost happy that Natasha was in the room, as she would not feel compelled to share her motivations behind her actions with the unlucky girl hanging before her. The older sister took the key to the chastity belt and placed it into the unit protecting Susan’s treasures. Once removed she placed her hand for the first time on her Susan’s shaved sweetness. It was odd to touch her own sister’s cunt, but she wanted to show no hesitation in doing so in front of the ever watchful gaze of the all powerful Mistress Natasha.
Susan tried to shake herself free but had absolutely no leverage. “I must have this,” she whispered to Susan, “I will have it”. This was her standard line to each and every girl that she was to begin torturing for the first time. Susan, for her part, just shook her head violently.
Dominique grabbed a pair of adjustable nipple clamps. They were made of solid brass, but were highly brushed, giving them the appearance of gold. The tension on these clamps was adjusted by turning the black cylinder at the base of the clamp to slowly increase or decrease the pressure. These were a highly specialized little devices and an often-used item at Stonebriar as they allowed for very precise, controlled tuning of the intensity to very tender spots on the body.
Larger breasted girls always wished that their tits were not so large at times like this. Susan’s large bosoms and proportionately sized nipples made for a rather inviting target. Dominique struggled to put them onto her petrified sister. Normally she would have asked for help in controlling the twisting and uncooperative girl, but she did not want to see additional pain inflicted to her sister by the brutish guars for non-compliance. Once the devices were on and sufficiently tightened, she grabbed a heavy leather-riding crop.
“I am truly sorry #473, now we must begin.” Dominique felt horrible about calling her sister by her new assigned number, but with Natasha there she had no choice. Calling these girls by numbers was degrading and dehumanizing, which was exactly what Natasha wanted. Numbers were impersonal and made the slaves feel like mere commodities, which they now were. The numbering process also served a purpose from the staff side as well, as it was much more difficult for them to become romantically attached to a figure then a real name.
Dominique circled her quarry a few times, spinning her around before wielding her arm back and hitting her sister’s ass with the crop. Susan let out a scream into the gag. Dominique continued the onslaught, switching from one ass cheek to the other. Tears welled up in Susan’s eyes but her older sister was careful not to make any eye contact. Natasha watched with obvious pleasure, as her protégé was clearly showing no mercy on this one, exactly as she had hoped.
Dominique put the crop down, but only to exchange it for another. She returned to her sister and cupped her cunt with her left hand while continuing to whack away at Susan’s tender ass with the other. Dominique stopped occasionally, but only to tighten the nipple clamps on her sister’s now aching tits. The beating continued for what seemed like hours, until at last Natasha got up and motioned for Dominique to join her, leaving the exhausted sixteen year old to dangle from the ceiling.
“Excellent work Commandant”, Natasha praised her charge, “That is enough for today. She knows you mean business. Let’s have her taken back to her cell; tomorrow you can start to concentrate on her cunt!”
Dominique breathed a sigh of relief, silently to herself. She did not want to show weakness in front of the Mistress, especially not now. Whipping her sister was more difficult then she anticipated and she was happy Susan was gagged and apparently did not recognize her voice, another concern. She was equally happy the Mistress showed some compassion her 16-year-old girl sister and ended their session early for the day. Tomorrow, and each succeeding day were going to be tougher, she knew that and Dominique wanted Susan to get her rest.
“For now I would like you to come with me, I think I have figured out a way to get to #468.” Natasha commanded, and her charge followed her down the hall, happy to focus her mind on someone other than her sister.
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