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Chapter 19
Dominique had now managed to get back to her room, actually it was a suite, one befitting of someone with such a high-ranking position at Stonebriar. Upon opening the door she was treated to a little surprise. Waiting for her in the middle of the room, fastened to a steel post was her old nemesis #465, Isabella the beautiful 20 year-old from Italy. These two had quite a battle of wills a week or so ago that ended with the brunette’s capitulation just before the forced insertion of the ice dildo. The girl was a thing of beauty, flawless body, well-proportioned hips, ass and breasts and long flowing brown hair that was now kept in a ponytail, just as Dominique liked.
She was wearing nothing except for a tight black latex bra and equally tight black latex
Panties, which hugged the chastity belt underneath tightly. All girls brought to these rooms were gagged despite the fact each and every room was soundproofed. It was felt that the trainers often time wanted complete silence when returning from their difficult days at work and they tended to prefer not to have to engage in conversation for a while, if at all.
#465 was kept on short leash, connected to her slave collar, which in turn was secured to the top of the metal post, which were an accessory built into the middle of every upper level staff person’s room. Girls were left here, as opposed to the bed, as they were immediately noticed by their captors and more importantly were not able to get in a comfortable position, having to stand there for what may be hours. This left them plenty of time to think about how they were going to please their mistress for the evening.
To compound #465’s discomfort, her arms were stretched out behind her and kept together in a tight arm binder. A fiendish little piece of bondage gear designed to lock the arms together in a single leather sleeve. 4 buckles kept movement to a minimum and its very design made it uncomfortable for the submissive to keep her head up, So Isabella kept it down, as a good slave should anyway.
Dominique, for her part, was surprised to see #465 in her chambers so soon after being moved down to Level Two. Two weeks, minimum, was almost always the rule of thumb before any slave was taken out of the basements and into the main building for the “pleasuring sessions” of the upper staff people. Commandant Burke, the head trainer on Level Two, felt the girls needed at least that much time of intensive training before they were ready to begin properly servicing their high ranking captors. Natasha must have insisted upon this rule being waved, perhaps as a reward for the extremely difficult situation Dominique was having with Susan. Regardless of the reason Dominique was quite pleased at what was now available to her.
Traditionally there was always a battle between the five or six top ranking officers at Stonebriar as to who would get the first crack at the newly minted lesbian slave girls. She was certain that Isabella was about to have her first lesbian sexual experience, whether she liked it or not. Judging by the look on her face, she wasn’t going to like it.
Dominique was in no hurry though to have her fun. Instead she wandered around her room, paying absolutely no attention to the girl waiting there for her. She checked the monitors for a live look in at the other slaves she was currently tending to, much like a supervisor would look out the plant window at the factory floor. This was a routine she followed every time she retired to her private quarters. Next was a snack of cookies and milk. Dominique lingered over this as much for her own satisfaction as it was to taunt Isabella, who likely had enjoyed little to eat since her incarceration there.
Food to the girls was given out judiciously, there was no point in starving them, they were fed enough to provide daily sustenance, but little more. Most of these girls ate very little anyway as they were in peak shape even before being brought into Stonebriar. Small portions though cut costs for Natasha, and more importantly kept the girls in top physical condition for the all-important quarterly auction.
After her light nibble, Dominique retired to her bathroom for a long hot shower, another daily ritual after a demanding day. In a few weeks Isabella or another slave of her choice would be joining her for this activity, but not just yet. She was clearly not properly trained for that activity yet. Now freshly showered she changed into something more suited for work then relaxation, a leather corset, tight latex panties and thigh high boots. She wanted to provide a fresh reminder to #465 that despite the more relaxed environment, she was still be in charge.
She grabbed a trusty riding crop and approached the slave, tapping her gently on the ass.
“Hello again #465, how are you?”
Isabella could only nod.
“I am so glad that we are able to be reunited, I have missed you and thought about you often. I hope you are not still angry with me.”
No motion from Isabella. Yes she was still angry but of what use would it be to show it now? She just waited and hoped that Commandant Dominique would remove this awful gag and equally uncomfortable thing around her arms.
For Dominique, this was always an awkward time. She would spend day after day brutalizing beautiful young women into submission and only a few weeks later these same women were sent to her suite to sexually pleasure her. It was bizarre to say the least. The girls always complied, even if they didn’t want to, they lustily obeyed. Whatever Dr. Olga and Natasha did to them in her secret chamber worked. She didn’t know how such a thing was possible, no one there did.
More then anything in the world she wanted to go into the chamber and see how the whole process worked. How were these magnificent beauties transformed into cunt worshipping dykes? Natasha was firm though, no matter how much she or anyone else asked no one was ever allowed in there. It was made perfectly clear that this was a topic that was off limits, not to be broached by anyone at Stonebriar, ever. It frustrated her to no end, but there was little she could do about it.
However the results were achieved was now largely irrelevant to her. Being around gorgeous naked women all day made her quite aroused, having Isabella in her room now drove her desire to a fever pitch. It was now time to have some fun. She removed Isabella’s gag and unhooked the ring holding her arms to the metal pole, but she did not unlatch her arms. Dominique reminded the scared girl that silence was indeed a virtue by holding her finger to her lips. She lead the Italian beauty to her king sized bed and made her kneel down on the firm mattress.
Dominique removed her own panties and crawled up on the bed and laid spread eagle in front of the startled girl. “Let’s see how much you have learned my dear from Commandant Burke.”
Isabella was just as nervous about pleasing her former trainer as she was about falling over directly on top of her. She had no way of stabilizing herself and bending over with her arms locked uncomfortably behind her back made her uneasy. Seeing this, Dominique helped the girl lower her head onto her own waiting cunt. The new girl slowly slipped her tongue out and began the inevitable process of bringing Dominique to orgasm. She dearly wished her arms could be free so she could perform her activity better to please her mistress. But as she would learn over the coming months, Dominique nearly always preferred that her slaves be in bondage when performing sexual favors. For her the fact that she was in complete control at all times was a major turn on for her and made her come all the harder.
For her part, Isabella was anxious to please. She never would have believed it even just 10 days ago, but licking another woman’s cunt was not nearly as unpleasant as she would have imagined. Somehow her sexuality had been altered, just like Dr. Olga assured her it would. She could do without everything else that went along with this horrible ordeal of course, but she rather enjoyed sexually pleasing another woman with her mouth.
After a few minutes, Dominique could feel a powerful orgasm coming on; she firmly placed her hands behind Isabella’s head and kept them there while the young girl’s tongue continued to dart around on her engorged clit. At last ecstasy washed over her as her legs went first stiff, and her toes curled, until finally she relaxed. Dominique pushed the girl off of her, as if disposing of an unwanted toy, and just lay there, staring out the window. After a few minutes of silence, with Isabella just lying there obediently, she composed herself and went over to her dresser. She returned carrying two strap-on dildos one about eight inches long, the other six. Isabella was no virgin, far from it as a matter of fact, so there was no chance of harming her value at the auction with additional penetrations.
She laid them both of them in front of Isabella, who was still lying on the bed, unable to get herself up under her own power because of the arm binder. She was hoping for a thank you from Dominique, or at the very least some kind of recognition that she had performed well, instead all she got was a question.
“OK #465, now I am going to fuck you like the whore that you are. I am going to give you a choice though of how you want it.” She picked up the larger model, one with a bluish tint and a fat bulbous head and said, “This one her is eight inches long and I can fuck you in your pussy or you can choose the other shorter one and it will go in your ass. Either way I am going to fuck you hard for a full five minutes. I will give you some time to think about your choice while I go have a drink.”
She left the room just as Isabella started to cry. She was led to believe the worst part of her stay was over and now this! She had no doubt that either option was going to hurt as Dominique certainly had no interest in giving her an orgasm. She had never engaged in anal sex before, but it was likely to be forced upon her at one time or another here, should she try it now she wondered, just to get it over with?
“What is it going to be bitch?” Dominique demanded rudely, as she came back into her bedroom, a highball glass in hand. Normally she would not have taken such a rude tone with a new girl just up from Level II, but she had a long memory and this girl really got under her skin during the time the spent breaking her. It was time to issue some much deserved payback.
“The blue one.” The Italian whore replied meekly, indicating the one for her pussy.
“Very well then.” Dominique picked the girl up off her bed with one hand and grabbed the strap on with the other. She led the slave back into her living room. She made her stand there while she unbuckled the infernal arm sleeve. At last Isabella had some blood flow to her arms, but her freedom was short lived as she was forced down onto an angled bench, with her head at the bottom and her waist high. Her legs were bent over the end, allowing her ankles to be cuffed to a bar. Dominique bent over and used two sets of handcuffs to secure both wrists to a second perpendicular bar directly underneath the bench. Once her victim was fully immobilized, she then proceeded to fit herself into the strap-on.
Isabella gulped as she was about to be violated again by one of these bitches and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. The only thing holding Dominique back now were two things, Isabella’s black panties and the chastity belt underneath. The first was dealt with easily with a pair of scissors. The second was a little trickier.
The chastity belts were by far the most critical thing the slaves had to contend with at Stonebriar, after their visit to the conversion chamber. They were never removed unless it was absolutely necessary, like now for example. Only upper level staff members had authorization to do so. And even then, under certain circumstances, that was denied.
Dominique had to confirm that the green light, right in the middle of the unit was on, which it was. That meant that access to this particular slave had been granted upon verification of her thumb print analysis. She put her thumb in the scanner, right below the light. Now both the red and green light flashed for 30 seconds. This time was to be used to check, recheck and triple check that the slaves arms and legs were completely secured, lest they get free and touch their own cunt, which was absolutely forbidden under any circumstances. No rule was made clearer to both staff member and slave alike.
Dominique used this short time, as she had been trained over and over again, to verify that #465 was indeed secured and that it was safe to remove the belt and proceed with her forced penetration. Once the lights stopped blinking she placed her right thumb in the unit again and the belt unlocked from the both sides at the waist. A slight “whooshing” sound accompanied the removal, indicating the airlock directly around the pussy had been depressurized. It was now almost time to begin.
First though she had to verify that all of the cameras in the area had their own green lights on. These cameras were kept in every room in the facility, every room no matter what your ranking was at Stonebriar. They were activated automatically whenever a slave’s chastity belt was removed. All vaginal contact, no matter how minor or seemingly insignificant, was recorded and analyzed by Natasha or some unknown person on her staff. Orgasms for slaves were not allowed under any circumstances. Penalties were swift and severe for any staff member that allowed one to occur. Natasha took this offense very seriously. Orgasm denial was a critical part of a successful training regimen. To guard against this possible breech of trust the cameras were programmed to go on instantly the moment a chastity belt was removed.
Dominique confirmed that the cameras were indeed on, gave a wave to one of them and waited for a moment. The green lights blinked several times, meaning that she had been cleared for entry, and more importantly her actions were being watched carefully by “the Eye in the sky” as the staff members referred to it. Before commencing she added a generous amount of lube to the dildo and positioned it right on Isabella’s shaved cunt before ramming it in. The girl let out a little cry and then shrieked a bit more as the rod slid deeper into her cunt. Dominique thrusted away, slamming the rod deeper and deeper into the neatly shaved box. Isabella started to scream from the pain, which only emboldened Dominique to thrust harder still.
There was no fear of the girl coming; each dildo had a special sensor on it that detected if and when a girl’s pussy was wet enough, or excited enough to possibly result in her coming. If and when that was the case, which was very rare, a loud alarm on the dildo harness would go off, which meant it was time to pull out and let the girl cool down. This only lead to more sexual frustration on the part of the slaves, often times for the trainers as well, as they sometimes wanted to see the girls have an orgasm. Many felt they deserved it after everything they have been through. This was perhaps the most unpopular of Natasha’s rules. Unfortunately for #465, Dominique was in lockstep with her Mistress’ way of thinking. Her penetrations tended to be brutal and unpleasant, with almost no chance of any type of pleasure being derived for the slave.
Finally, mercifully for Isabella, the timer went off, but Dominique was done anyway. She was exhausted from a long day and did not want to partake in this anyway, but she felt it was necessary to send this little bitch a message. She walked away from the panting and still securely bound girl and back into the bathroom for another hot shower. She let Isabella lay there uncomfortably for a while before she finally called down to security, waiting patiently at the end of the hall. She would let them untie the girl and take her back to her cell on Level Two. She wanted to get some sleep and hopefully come up with a way to deal with her sister. Tomorrow was going to be a long day indeed.
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