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Chapter 17
The morning began in the usual way, with the girls being taken down to the prep room for their morning shave. Their seemed to be no ramifications from the guards despite them finding the girls on their respective cell floors holding each other. Even the heartless bitches that they all were had some compassion for the tender scene played out from the night before. How much so Missy and Susan had no idea. The morning pussy shaving was a ritual that each and every girl had to undergo every day on Level One. It served so many purposes; it was humiliating to the girls as it reinforced just how little they were in control of their own bodies, and most importantly it provided a “clean slate” for the staff to work with. Many of the procedures involved vaginal punishment and torture, and pubic hair only interfered with the effectiveness of these activities. In addition Natasha found the hair to be unsightly and bothersome, hence the mandatory shavings. She had instituted this policy from the earliest days of Stonebriar’s opening and she was rightly proud of the fact that most women, at least in the magazines she looked at, had clean-shaven cunts. Natasha, in fact, considered herself somewhat of a pioneer.
What really benefited Missy and Susan, as compared to the other girls there, was that Natasha had them shaved with normal, over the counter shaving creams. The other girls were subjected to either very hot shaves or equally painful icy ones on a daily basis. This was another of the concessions she had made to her staff to keep them “on-board” with this whole plan of taking and processing of these younger girls in the first place. Always at the back of her mind was the constant fear that someone on the staff would be so appalled with what was going on that they would engineer an escape for one of the girls or worse, make an attempt to contact the authorities which could bring the entire operation down.
Once finished, Missy and Susan were taken from their tables, chained and kept fully nude and then finally placed on dollies to be wheeled into a “treatment” room. Yet another degrading process, being wheeled around like a piece of meat. Oddly though, only Susan was gagged.
Before being unfastened a guard took cans of what looked like spray paint and hosed down each of the girl’s breasts and pussies with separate cans. There was no visible color so the girls were only left to guess what was to happen next. Suspended from the ceiling were two 5-foot long or so wooden poles with sets of wrist cuffs attached at each end. The girls were removed from the dollies and fastened to the parallel bars by the wrists while facing each other. Next wooden bars with identical cuffs were placed between each of their legs and their ankles were fastened to the cuffs. The girls, despite hanging separately, were connected by a very small chain between the two upper poles, which served to force Missy and Susan’s naked bodies to touch each other.
Before leaving the room, the guards winched the girls up so they dangled a foot or so off of the ground. Next they turned out the lights and left, leaving the girls in total darkness. Now it was very obvious what the paint was for. The girl’s tits and shaved cunts were now completely illuminated by ultraviolet paint. Susan’s large tits, now glowing with a reddish hue easily dwarfed the smaller B cup sized ones of her older friend, now painted a bright blue. Missy had always been jealous, even envious of her much better endowed friend, but now she was relieved, as it was quite obvious that their breasts were now going to become the focus for whatever awful torture awaited them and she was happy she had the smaller targets.
Meanwhile out in the hallway Natasha was with both Commandant Teresa and Dominique. The two rivals rarely worked together and were curious as to what the exact nature of their business was today.
“Ladies, in that room awaits our two latest additions, #473 and #474. I have had them painted and suspended from the ceiling for your convenience. I would like to see you two try and work together for a change, maybe learn how each other operates and hopefully learn from one another. Remember ladies, just because you are contenders for my job you should never lose sight of the fact that we are all on the same team.”
The two women forced awkward smiles at each other, just enough to avoid drawing the ire of Mistress Natasha.
“Good, we have a lot of work to do today. Dominique, just to fill you in, our hidden microphones picked up a discussion between the two girls last night. It indicated that #474 was just about ready to give in; I do not think she can hold out any longer. She is brave girl, but it is time for her to succumb. I would like you to start with her, she is the one painted in blue. For you Teresa, #473 has proved a tougher nut to crack then we anticipated. I would like you to work some of your magic on her.”
She handed each of the women one of the newest weapons in their arsenal. They were cat o’nine tails. But not your garden-variety models, these were specially designed with electrified tips on the end, little zappers that delivered voltage when they came into contact with skin. No one strand was particularly powerful, but all nine hitting the same spot simultaneously could deliver a painful jolt. To make the devices even more intimidating, the tails were made of fiber optic cable, which allowed them to glow a bright, frightening green.
This turn of events immediately made Dominique nervous. Natasha had promised that she and she alone would be allowed to “work” on Susan and now that animal Teresa was going to flail away at her sister. What could she do though? She didn’t dare say anything in front of Teresa for fear of her discovering the truth and being even more violent with Susan.
Inside the room, Missy and Susan tried to swing into each other, if only to feel the warmth of each other’s bodies. Missy, who was un-gagged, whispered words of encouragement to Susan. But really it should have been the other way around. Missy was scared out of her mind and Susan could hear the fear in her friend’s voice. She wanted so much to tell her companion it was OK to surrender to them, their was no point in letting additional pain be inflicted to her body just for Susan’s sake. But the gag of course muffled any attempts at speaking to her friend.
Missy tried desperately to swing her knee in order to touch Susan’s exposed pussy. She didn’t know if or when she would get a better chance to touch something that she had wanted to for such a long time. This is what she wanted so badly to taste with her mouth only a week ago and she now wondered if Susan was regretting turning her offer down.
“I want so bad to touch it Susan,” she whispered, referring to her friend’s cunt. “After everything they have done to both of us you deserve it.” Susan really wasn’t interested though. She held steadfast in her beliefs that lesbian contact of any kind was sinful, no matter the circumstances. But she was unable to do anything to stop her friend. The wooden bar between Missy’s legs prevented her from lifting her leg high enough anyway to do anything, so that put a stop to the proceedings anyway.
Outside in the hall, Natasha was growing impatient and was now ready to go in. She handed the two women pairs of night vision goggles, put one on herself and opened the door. Teresa walked in, but before Dominique could follow her Natasha grabbed her wrist. “Don’t worry my dear, I won’t let this go too far, I know what I promised you, but I am doing this more for Teresa’s benefit than anything else. She is jealous that you got the beautiful young girl all to yourself. I agreed to let her have a turn with Susan in exchange for her watching you do your work on Missy, she needs to see that brute force is not always the answer and who better to deliver that message than you?”
Dominique nodded, happy with the compliment but still unhappy with what was going to go on, but there was little she could do about it. At least the sessions with these devices would be short, only 5 minutes.
Whips and cats were used sparingly at Stonebriar because they often left marks that were unsightly and took a long time to heal. That was clearly not good for business. Natasha never allowed full arm swinging no matter how incorrigible the girl was; there were always other ways of achieving your objective she told them. Teresa in particular had to be watched carefully with such a device in her hand. Her nasty demeanor and hot temper often caused her to go overboard and in no way did Dominique want to see that happen today with her little sister’s body being the recipient of the blows. That may have been the real reason why Natasha was in the room, as she had nearly as many motives as Dominique to see that Susan was not overly brutalized.
Natasha closed the door, rendering the room in absolute darkness.
“Don’t we have some inviting targets here?” Natasha asked mockingly. I have a treat for you two girls this morning. I have my two best people in here with me, Commandants Teresa and Dominique. I figured I would give each of you girls a little variety to see what the other is missing.”
“Fuck off you bitch!” Missy screamed.
Natasha only laughed; she heard that response a lot and never took it personally, lest it cloud her judgment. She was well aware that these girls had no outlet for their frustrations. Constant unrelenting abuse to their bodies would cause anyone to act that way she reasoned, no sense in letting it get her riled up. This was a discipline that she hoped one day Teresa would master but she highly doubted it.
Natasha took a small step stool from the corner of the room and put it next to the two dangling girls. She forced a small object, no larger then a cigarette lighter, into each of their hands.
The bright glow from the ultraviolet paint cast just enough radiance onto Natasha’s face to allow the girls to see how truly frightening she looked in the goggles. Her wicked smile made her even that much scarier.
“What I have given each of you girls is a special light. When you push the end with your thumb it will cast a bright orange light. This will be your signal to us to stop the punishment. Once you push it you will be asked if you are sincere in your decision. If you indeed are you will be released and taken back to your cell. Madam Hardings will be waiting for you there. In her hand will be the contract that she has been discussing with you girls from the first day you came here. You will be asked to sign it, thereby surrendering yourself completely to us. This nightmare will be over and we can commence the phase of beginning your transformation into permanent lesbian enslavement.”
“Girls, I know it is a difficult decision, but the punishments will not stop until you surrender. Believe me I am sorry it has come to this, but we need to move you along in this process there are other girls waiting to be converted and we can no longer afford to tie up assets breaking you.”
Natasha hated to resort to mundane talk of business jargon, but facts were facts. Stonebriar was losing money each and every day that these girls refused to capitulate past their allowed time.
The two girls were scared to death now. Whatever was going to happen next was likely to be the worst thing to happen to them yet. The both started sobbing uncontrollably. Natasha walked over between them, and gently caressed their inner thighs. She stopped for a moment and palmed each of their cunts. “I don’t want to hurt these any more, please surrender them to me. I promise you Level Two will be so much easier.”
Natasha, with her goggles on, saw each of them shake their heads.
“Very well then, before we commence today’s session let me remind you of the consequences if either of you, for whatever reason, decide to push the button and then not sign the contract later in your cell. You will be immediately sent back into this room to face this punishment again, for hours on end, no matter how much beg us to stop and plead to sign the contract. Do I make myself clear?” Her voice was rising now, in anger, or so the girls thought. Her tone was just for effect and to increase the girls’ level of terror. The other threat was a bluff too, Natasha would never allow this particular punishment to go on for longer then five minutes, but the girls of course had no way of knowing that.
Dominique and Teresa each pushed the button at the end of the handle of their cats. The grisly instruments each lit up with a green neon glow. The two women circled around their respective prey as Natasha stepped backwards in order to give her employees plenty of room in which to work. Teresa began first, immediately beginning with a series of lashes to Susan’s tender ass. Susan pressed herself forward, directly into Missy’s body in an attempt to get away from the blows. Missy was not unhappy with feeling the naked body Susan against her, even in these incredible circumstances. She tried to block the pain out and to think back to the time a few years ago when she first saw Susan naked as she stepped out of the shower at her house.
Those pleasant thoughts quickly evaporated as Dominique, not wanting to be shown up by Teresa, lashed away even harder at Missy’s creamy ass. Soon the two young girls, twisting from the ceiling and spinning around, were awkwardly squishing their naked bodies against one another. Only the repeated cries of Missy broke the silence, her mind focused only on dealing with the pain being inflicted on her ass.
Teresa, clearly delighted at having one of her rival’s girl’s to work with, next began a vicious onslaught on Susan’s juicy tits. With her goggles on Dominique could see the pain and anguish on Susan’s face as her large, tender breasts absorbed repeated blows from the nasty whipping device. Teresa was an expert with this, holding a tit with one hand and twirling her opposite wrist so the nine tails of the cat repeatedly struck the same spot, causing terrible pain. Even without the tiny electric jolts this was a brutal torment.
Dominique was panicky now; it wouldn’t be long now before Teresa made her way between Susan’s legs and attacked her sister’s virgin cunt with the hideous instrument. She felt the only way to stop this process now was to get Missy to capitulate, and hope that Natasha would intervene and end the proceedings for both girls. Thinking even further ahead, Dominique hoped that she herself could go back to working exclusively with her sister, and bring her to the chamber in a way that she felt was more humane.
Dominique took her cat o’ nine tails and stood directly behind the hanging redhead. But instead of continuing to lash Missy’s ass she swung it from behind, up underneath her legs and allowed the whip ends to make contact with Missy’s exposed cunt. She did this slowly, so the electrified tails would spend more time in contact with the ultra vulnerable area. This was a marked contrast to Teresa, who preferred speed and relentless slashing with her victim. Missy could only cry out and scream in agony, her lone voice echoing throughout the empty room. Next she grabbed the flailing girl by the leg, in order to stabilize her, while turning the cat around so she had a firm grip on the handle. Dominique positioned it right over Missy’s puckered asshole. She held it there for a moment and waited for Missy to quiet down.
“Give me what I want bitch,” Dominique screamed at the helpless girl, “Or I will jam this fucking thing up your ass right now!” She had read the report from yesterday, that Missy had her first anal penetration with Teresa, and surmised that the young girl would not want to go through that pain again.
Missy could not bear the thought of a repeat of yesterday, she had taken everything that had been thrown at her, but this was too much. She looked over at Susan, barely able to see her face in the darkness and herself being tortured by an equally diabolical bitch, and thought about holding out longer. But what was the point? Her body could not take any more, they had broken her. She pressed the button in her hand, she barely even realized the tiny device was still there, and then the room filled with a bright orange light.
“I am so sorry Susan!” Missy screamed out. “I can’t take it anymore.” Missy was sobbing hysterically now, even as Dominique removed the whip handle from the opening of her ass. Natasha walked over and stopped the very disappointed Teresa from continuing her assault on Susan. Next she flipped on some very soft background lights, giving them all enough time to remove their night vision goggles and for the two hysterical girls to get acclimated to their surroundings.
Natasha walked over Missy and gave her a quick kiss on her aching cunt. “Thank you my dear, I know that was difficult on you, but the hard part is over now. I will see you in the morning so we can begin your preparations for the chamber. And you my friend”, she said focusing her attention on Susan now, “You are proving to be a much tougher nut to crack then I ever imagined.” She also gave Susan a kiss on her tender little twat. “But let’s see how well you hold up tomorrow with your friend gone!” Natasha gave an evil little laugh and she and the two commandants exited the room.
Outside four orderlies were obediently waiting. These were the grunt people on the staff that did most of the mundane tasks like moving the girls between cells and torture rooms, taking care of the elaborate bondage procedures, suspension work, etc., all of the things that Natasha had to do when she and Dr. Olga were just starting out and could not afford to hire anybody. That is why she treated all of them with such deference, knowing how hard their job was, yet how essential it was too. It was these junior level women that allowed her and the upper management at Stonebrair to spend more time on the big picture issues.
She gave orders to the leader of this group; “Take #473 back to her cell, but bathe her first, I want that fluorescent paint off of her by the morning. As for #474, summon Madam Hardings and tell her to bring a contract. We have another one that is ready for the chamber.”
“Congratulations Ladies!” The head orderly said to all three of them, a pleasing smile on her face.
Dominique and Teresa both nodded.
“Dominique I would like you to take a look at something in my office.” Natasha asked as much as she ordered.
“Yes Mistress.” She followed her down the hallway as Teresa sulked off and went back to her own much smaller office. It was another frustrating day for her. She had wished for more time with the hot young sixteen year old, didn’t get it, and now Natasha was going back to her office with her hated rival. Nothing upset her more then the thought of the two of them spending time together. She was like an elementary school student who thought she was the teacher’s pet, but there was someone else the teacher clearly liked better. It drove her crazy. She would now have no choice to take out her frustrations on one of her other girls.
Meanwhile back in Natasha’s office, Dominique was motioned to take a seat beside Natasha.
“How are you holding up honey?” The Mistress asked tenderly.
“Truthfully it is much harder than I thought Mistress, and seeing Teresa do that to Susan was very difficult.”
“I know it was my dear, and I promise not to spring any more surprises like that on you. This whole ordeal is hard enough as it is on you without me pulling those kinds of stunts. She is your sister Dominique, and you can handle her anyway that you want. No one else will touch her again but you, I promise. I just did this to mix things up a little bit, to let each of these girls see what the other had to deal with. And it worked perfectly Dominique. It was your threat of what you were going to do to Missy that caused her to submit, not the actual action. Everybody wins this way, less pain and damage to Missy and a learning experience for Teresa. And room for a new girl that is coming in tomorrow.”
This always brought a smile to Dominique’s face. She loved it when new girls were brought into Stonebriar. She loved watching the expressions on the girls when they first found out what awaited them at Stonebriar. That would never get tiresome for her. She loved to see the looks on their faces when Madam Harding s first told them what was going on, what would happen to them and how. She loved seeing the reality set in when their pussies were shaved for the first time. That’s when it hit home for most of the girls, that this was no joke but a very real experience. Thinking of that was a pleasant distraction from dealing with the very real situation with her sister.
Natasha handed her the folder on the new girl while she continued. “I have an idea Dominique, one I think you are going to like. Let’s back off a bit on Susan, let’s put the new girl in Missy’s soon to be vacated cell, and give your sister a chance to befriend her. Now that Missy will be gone, Susan can take a more objective look at the situation and hopefully see that this new girl will be broken, just like all the others. With a bit of luck Susan will begin to question her own desire to fight on. Maybe this way if she sees another girl succumb she too will stop fighting us. Just like you Dominique I don’t want to hurt her. She is so young and so beautiful and I want her to be as pure as possible for the auction, don’t you?”
It was a rhetorical question but Natasha wanted to make sure one of her most important employees was still on board with their secret little arrangement. More importantly, it would play into Natasha’s secret plan for Susan, while not affecting her relationship with her subordinate. Natasha had many surreptitious agendas and the one she had for Susan, if exposed, could shatter her relationship with Dominique forever.
Dominique lifted her head up and managed a little smile. “Yes Mistress, I want to make this as easy as possible for her too.”
Natasha breathed a silent sigh of relief; she certainly did not want any complications now. “Good, let’s take a look at our newest guest then.”
Dominique put the folder on the table and the two women poured through the contents. Inside were some photographs of a striking blonde girl. Dominique smiled, she loved young blondes.
“She will be arriving tomorrow evening, her name is Tiffany Winston. She is a 19-year-old girl from Galveston, Texas. She is just the kind of girl you like Dominique, busty and blonde. From what our operatives have been able to gather, she may rival your sister from a purity standpoint. Sadly, we don’t think she is a virgin, but at the very least has had very few sexual contacts. She goes to a community college down there and works part-time as a waitress in a family restaurant. I hope you’ll like her.”
“I am sure I will Mistress, I look forward to her arrival.”
“Good.” Natasha answered and pattered her friend on the leg. “Because I want to take your mind off of everything I have another surprise for you, waiting back in your room.” Why don’t you take the rest of the day off and head back there?”
“Thank you Mistress, I will go right now.” She planted her customary kiss on Natasha’s cheek and exited her office.
Dominique waked the long hallway to the elevator and inserted her special key into the lock as well as entered her pin code to activate the elevator. She took it up to the main floor and walked the two flights of steps up to her private chamber.
Chapter 18
From the outsider’s perspective, Stonebriar looked like just another old building that needed a bit of upkeep in the largely uninhabited forests of central California. First built in the 1930’s with a healthy dose of government money, Stonebrair was designed as a very large complex to house the large numbers of people in the state deemed to be clinically insane. In those days it was socially appropriate to keep those kinds of people separated from the general population. When times became more enlightened the state shuttered the facility and moved its inhabitants to other locations.
The building had decayed over time somewhat, but the strong construction codes at the time it was built left the structure amazingly well intact. When Natasha first dreamed of opening a facility of this kind in the early 1990’s she could never have imagined her luck in stumbling upon this place. Its remote location was perfect for what she needed and a closer look at the premises caused her to fall in love with the place the moment she inspected it more closely.
The place had everything a budding lesbian slave-training entrepreneur would want; a remote location that showed up on few state maps. A highly secure building designed to keep people in, and others out. It had a 12-foot high stonewall that ringed the entire perimeter of the compound, with only one gate in and out, and even that entrance had an equally high steel gate protecting it. The state of California was all too happy to get this monstrosity off of its “non-performing assets” ledger and back onto its tax rolls, so they sold it to Natasha’s off-shore LLC for a song. The agent that sold it to her was completely befuddled as to why anyone would pay even a nickel for such a remote and desolate eyesore, but she was happy with the commission nonetheless.
In the early days of buying and renovating the building, Natasha required a good amount of construction and labor people to be on her property for the massive renovations that the place needed. Many wondered what was going on and a few even asked her direct questions about her plans for the property. Natasha simply said that she and her fellow believers need a place to meditate in peace away from a society that they all had rejected. She then asked if any of them would be interested in learning more about their group and possibly joining it. That tended to end the questions quickly and Natasha only smiled at the obvious discomfort of the inquisitors. The questions soon stopped and the laborers went back to work just happy to have jobs in such a financially strapped part of the state.
The above ground part of Stonebriar was four stories tall and had enough space to accommodate 50 people living there full time. The entire workforce was housed above ground with the rooms on the top floors being reserved for upper level staff people only. But the real secrets of Stonebriar lay in the vast underground basements of the facility. That was the real reason that Natasha had purchased the building. The hidden rooms below ground were ideal for her needs. Down below the surface, unseen from above, were multiple floors filled with a vast assortment of prison like cells and solitary confinement chambers. In addition there were many other rooms that could be easily converted into what she would need them for. Best of all the entryways to the secret basements were easily concealed from anyone that happened to be in the main part of the building. Even the most astute of architects, or even professional sleuths like the police, would have been unlikely to discover them.
Security, even in her earliest days of owning Stonebriar, was always first and foremost in Natasha’s mind. These hidden catacombs would ultimately serve two purposes she felt, preventing escape for the unfortunate occupants housed below, and more importantly detection by unwelcome visitors from above. Any undesirable guests, like the police for example coming with a search warrant, would never discover the secret entrance to the floors below. For some odd reason they were not even on the original blueprints, which were now exclusively in Natasha’s possession anyway! Even the unwitting real estate agent who first showed her the property was completely unaware of them herself.
Once Natasha had completely remodeled the entire building, and upgraded the security systems, she relied heavily on her partner Dr. Olga to provide the help needed in refurbishing the all-important underground basements. These basements were actually entire underground floors containing a total of over 200 rooms. Only she and Dr. Olga knew the exact number of secret floors and hidden chambers. The first three sub basements were collectively referred to by all staff people as “Level One”. It was here that the new girls were first brought and housed in one of 24 separate solitary confinement rooms. These three floors, known officially as sub basements 1, 2 and 3, contained a variety of torture areas, specialized equipment zones, meeting rooms, offices, etc. The one and only purpose of Level One staffers was to break the girls and move them down to Level Two. The stays for the girls on Level One lasted anywhere from a one-week minimum to an all time record of 41 days. For obvious reasons, the girls tended to dislike Level One much more than Level Two.
The next three floors down (sub basements 4, 5 and 6) were known collectively as “Level Two”. It was here that the girls were taken immediately after their conversion in Dr. Olga’s chamber. Here the new lesbians were taught and trained in the arts of Sapphic slavery and servitude. Punishments here tended to be more mild and infrequent but were not totally eliminated, so as to keep the girls properly “motivated”. Life on these three floors, for the most part, was much easier for the slaves. The girls were generally kept in any of three-dozen individual cells, but under far less demanding and isolated conditions as found on Level One. These floors contained a number of classrooms, a large auditorium, labs and other general learning areas. Also present were multiple corrective areas where girls who did not, or chose not to, learn properly their curriculums were taken for immediate remedial actions. On the opposite extreme though were areas designated for particularly obedient girls, these rooms included an exercise room, a small theatre and other forms of relaxation. Stays on Level 2 ranged anywhere from 60 days up to 5 months, depending on how their training was progressing and calendar quirks.
It was down here, in the vast underground complex of Stonebriar, that Natasha spent the bulk of her $15,000,000 inheritance, which was left to her by her crazy aunt many years ago. To properly outfit these rooms, Dr. Olga’s old KGB contacts were brought in from overseas. Many of these people were recently out of work, and with the government changing hands, were happy to be doing something again that paid cold hard cash. Almost two-dozen of them were flown in to work night and day refurbishing this vast estate. These were people that specialized in everything from outfitting torture chambers with the latest available gear to installing the most up-to-date high tech security and locking systems. No expense was spared to completely clean and upgrade every inch of the new Stonebriar. Natasha reasoned that if she was really going to go through with a scheme as crazy as this she might as well make sure it was done right in the first place. Everything there was state-of-the-art technology for the early 1990’s and now most of it had been updated several times since then.
To provide an extra level of security when dealing with all of these unknown workers, Natasha had insisted that they be brought in on bus with no windows, so none of them had any real idea of where they were. These were people that tended not to ask questions in the first place, especially when being paid in cash, but better to be safe than sorry. It took many months, and it nearly bankrupted her in the process, but it was done and open for business in early 1992.
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