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Chapter Twenty Seven
Dominique was rudely awakened at 7:00 AM by her alarm. Her sleep, if it could even be called
that, was one of the most restless she had ever had in her life. She was dreading today, knowing
that Natasha was going to do something horrible to force the issue with her sister. Whatever
fiendish plan the Mistress had devised was certain to be very uncomfortable for her and likely to
be tremendously painful for Susan, and yet there was nothing she could do to stop it. The time
had long since past for that.
Dominique walked over to her computer monitor and checked the secure in-house messaging
system, as she did every morning, for any updates on her other slaves that may have occurred
during the night. Any such major events were highly unusual, but nevertheless she needed to
know about everything. Other than Susan, she was responsible for three other girls in captivity
right now, all of whom were all in various states of submission. Normally juggling so many
balls at one time was not an issue, but her work had clearly slipped because she was focusing so
much of her time on her sister. Mistress Natasha of course had made note of it and this was one
of the reasons she had told Dominique that they needed the ordeal with Susan to come to an end.
A quick review of the night’s reports indicated that there was nothing out of the ordinary to
report on the other girls, their processing was proceeding as scheduled. However an instant
message popped up on the screen indicating that Dominique was to report to Mistress Natasha’s
private training room at 9:00AM. This made her even more concerned, as the Mistress only used
this room when she required complete and absolute privacy from everyone else on the staff.
Dominique knew from experience that she usually reserved this room to perform her most
bizarre and brutal tortures.
With the extra time afforded her, Dominique took a long hot shower and then proceeded to dress
herself in one of her most intimidating outfits, an all black skintight latex ensemble with thigh
high lace up boots. She hoped this look would further reinforce to Susan that she indeed meant
business, but after all Susan had been through already Dominique sincerely doubted anything she
wore now would make much a difference anyway.
It was 8:40 AM and Dominique stated to make the long dreaded walk to Natasha’s private
chamber. It was located underneath the compound, as all the main torture rooms were, and
would take a good 15 minutes to get to when factoring in all of the security checkpoints she
would have to pass through.
Meanwhile down in Natasha’s chamber, the two other principles had already been getting
reacquainted for the better part of an hour. Natasha had Susan brought into the chamber around
7:30 AM. The girl was as defiant as ever as The Mistress instructed the guards to secure her flat
onto a specially designed padded leather table. This one was different than any of the others that
she had been on before. It was extremely soft and surprisingly comfortable, almost too much so.
It was made out of a special body conforming foam rubber, which allowed Susan to sink down a
few inches into the foam. As she was strapped into place she was forced farther down into the
padding then would be considered ideal, giving her somewhat of a claustrophobic feel as her
body sank deeply into the padding.
Once positioned firmly and securely into place, Natasha removed the meager sheet over Susan’s
naked body so she could get a close look at the spectacular young female laid out before her.
She was indeed a tantalizing sight. Looking closely at the young girl, really for the first time
since she had ordered her abduction, Natasha had not even the slightest bit of remorse over what
she had done to this point, and more importantly, what she was going to do next. This beautiful
young girl was magnificent in every sense of the word. The fact that she was so young, as well
as being a virgin, only reinforced her demented feelings to proceed with her diabolical plan.
Natasha said nothing to Susan as she personally shaved the already bare cunt of her young
victim. She had forgotten how much she missed performing this activity. She neither used the
hot shave or the cold one, just an over the counter shaving gel and a new razor. Susan put up
little struggle and said nothing; she just lay there, trying to ignore the indignity of it all. This
went on for maybe five minutes with neither party saying a word to the other.
The rest of the time Natasha tended to other business until she finally came back into the room at
8:30 AM. At last she broke the silence. “I know this likely won’t mean anything to you #473,
but I want you to know I have the utmost respect for you. You are one tough young girl. When I
first decided to have you brought here, I fully expected you to succumb in a matter of days, most
of the girls, like your friend #474 do. I simply had no idea that you would put up a fight like
this. Your fortitude is to be admired.”
Susan had no idea how to react or what to say so she simply kept quiet. She guessed that
Mistress Natasha was trying to pay her some kind of a compliment.
“Your sister #473 is a truly remarkable woman. She has worked for me for several years now
and each and every day I am grateful that I hired her. This is a truly awful business we are both
in; neither one of us is under any illusions about that. You may think that we all enjoy what we
are doing, but in reality many of us don’t, it is after all just a job, but what makes it palatable is
that it is an extremely lucrative one.” Natasha could not have been more disingenuous, she was
certain that most everyone there loved what they were doing, or why else would they be there?
“One of the reasons you are here is that this job is becoming more and more demanding for me
and I am ready to step back from my day-to-day role of running Stonebriar. I think #473, that
your sister is the ideal replacement for me. I know that you know her as Karen, but she has not
been Karen for many years now. She changed her name to Dominique when she took a job in a
lesbian S&M club some ten years ago. She thought it sounded more intimidating, and I agree
with her, it certainly does. I know it’s hard for you to understand, much less appreciate, but what
she does here for the entire facility and me is truly remarkable. She has taken so many girls,
#473, most of them girls just a bit older then you, and “persuaded” them into a life of lesbian
submission. She does it so effortlessly that it leaves the rest of us almost speechless.”
At last Susan broke her silence. “You act like that is something she should be proud of, you
people are all monsters.”
Natasha simply smirked as she paced around Susan; gently dragging her perfectly manicured
long red fingernails over the girl’s tender outstretched body. “From your perspective my dear I
can see how you would feel that way. But from where I stand she has been the perfect
employee. She has done anything and everything I have ever asked of her, and when I told her
that I was ready to hand the reins over to her, you should have seen the look on her face. It was
like someone had given her the keys to Fort Knox.”
But before I agreed to pass the baton to her, I told her though that she needed to prove herself to
me one more time. And that is where you come in.”
The Mistress paused and looked down and the inquisitive girl lying before her.
“You see #473, turning over Stonebriar to anyone that I can not trust completely, implicitly,
would be a terrible mistake. There are over 50 people on the payroll here, people who depend on
me, and my decision making ability, to provide for them. If I am going to give up that role then
my successor must have the same characteristics that I do and more important than that, show
unwavering loyalty to me. What better way to ensure that loyalty then to test it by having her
enslave her own stunningly gorgeous younger sister?
Susan was staggered. This entire sickening plan was almost beyond her comprehension. How
could Karen Richardson, her own sister, have fallen prey to such a warped and twisted mind?
“I know it does not seem fair, my dear. There are other women that work here that also are
interested in taking over for me, but none is as qualified as Dominique. It just was blind luck
really that Karen had a stunning little sister, one whom could become a perfect pawn in this little
game. Certainly you must know that when I told her that her own sister would be brought in
here she was shocked at my proposal. Anyone would be really; after all she is a human being
too. But after careful deliberation she agreed to proceed. So deep is her love for me and this
institution.”
Natasha stopped to let that remark sink in. She looked at Susan again, the young, but tough girl,
had no response for that comment and at last a tear started to well up in her left eye. One of the
few she had seen from the girl, Natasha noted.
The Mistress continued anyway. “Don’t think for a minute that we are not compassionate
towards you #473. We have never taken a girl so young before and I thought long and hard
about putting this plan into action, but the timing was right and we felt we had to move forward.
I wish more than anything we could have waited a couple of more years, as all of our previous
girls had been at least eighteen, but I couldn’t wait any longer; I need to name my successor.
And as for your sister, this has been so terribly hard on her. You must know that my dear. I
don’t want you to think she is enjoying this, not even for one minute. Every night I have had to
reassure her that she is doing the right thing. Every night she has expressed her doubts to me. I
want you to know that each and every evening we prayed so hard that you would listen to
Madam Hardings and that you would come to your senses and sign that damn contract! But you
just wouldn’t do it, would you? First we took Missy away from you, and then your new friend
Tiffany, and still you go on #473. You need to stop thinking about yourself and start thinking of
the emotional toll you are putting on Dominique!”
This was the most perverted logic imaginable, Natasha knew it and so did Susan, but what could
she say?
“If you like her so much, why would you make her do this to me, her own sister?” Susan
screamed out, hoping that she would at least get some kind of answer that would allow her to
make sense of this madness.
“I thought I explained that but let me put it to you another way. I did it because I need to be
absolutely certain of Dominique’s loyalty. Anyone who would do something like this to her own
sister would obviously do anything for Stonebriar and more importantly for me. More than
anything #473, I want someone who will expand this operation and build upon what I have
already created. There are so many opportunities for us as an organization to grow. Each year
we enslave and sell an ever-growing number of girls. This year we may do over 50! The profits
from every sale that we make are plowed directly back into the business, allowing us to do so
many things like hire more surveillance teams, buy new equipment, etc. I don’t want to bore you
with this talk but you in particular #473 are likely to fetch an extraordinary price at the auction,
perhaps our highest ever.”
Natasha paused again, this time for a bit longer to run her hands all over Susan’s taught little
body. She stopped first at her oversized breasts, and then slowly eased her hands towards
Susan’s silky smooth cunt. She could feel the tingle growing between her own legs, even more
so as the young girl tried to recoil, and The Mistress was anxious to do something about it.
“I know it’s hard for you to hear #473, but the money we make on your sale will allow us to
acquire even more girls, all of whom will follow in your footsteps of permanent lesbian
enslavement. I think we have only scratched the surface of this market, lesbians are becoming so
chic now and we intend to do our part to meet this growing demand.”
“You people are all out of your minds, do you know that? Somehow, someway I will get out of
her and stop you if it’s the last thing on earth I ever do!!!” Susan was screaming now, doing
anything she could to free herself and get at her tormentor. Natasha simply ignored the girl; she
had heard this blather so many times before. Even if the sixteen year old did break free she
would be no match for the older and larger woman, much less the legions of security guards at
her disposal and the omnipresent airtight security system.
“Save your energy my sweet, your sister is going to be here in a moment and you are going to
need it.”
Looking at the clock, Natasha saw that it was 8:58 AM Dominique would be here shortly and she
wanted to be ready to go. Natasha walked over to a shelf and grabbed her trusty rubber bit gag.
It had two big silver rings with a solid rubber horse bit in the middle and a sturdy locking buckle
in the back. Susan had no way of telling it at such close range, but there were already multiple
sets of teeth marks indented into it. For Natasha there was something delicious in knowing that
so many different girls had bitten into this exact same gag as they were being tortured. To
Natasha it provided some sort of bizarre and devilish kinship.
Naturally Susan resisted the installation of the gag, but this was not unexpected. Natasha simply
squeezed one of Susan’s nipples very firmly, causing her to yell out and therefore allowing the
gag to be forced into her mouth and then easily fastened behind her head.
“Remember now #473, she listens only to me now. She will do whatever I tell her to do to you,
no matter how vile or bizarre or horrifying.” Natasha sounded confident when she said this, but
in reality she was not so sure. She had never performed this procedure with another woman
present, much less with one of her staff people’s own younger sisters. That’s why she felt it
necessary to put the gag in Susan’s mouth. Its one thing to see someone you love suffer, it was
quite another to hear them scream out. She simply could not afford any complications now that
she was so close to fulfilling such a key part of her ultimate goal.
There was a knock at the door; Natasha simply replied, “Enter.” The very nervous Dominique
came in, wishing for all the world that she still had that mask on to hide her unrelenting shame.
Only a few times had she ever been in this room so she knew this must be a “special” occasion.
Dominique approached the center of the room slowly, trying to gaze away from her strapped
down sister, trying to avoid any additional feelings of guilt that may overwhelm her and make it
impossible to complete whatever duties Natasha would require her to perform. Any such actions
of disobedience would likely deprive her of her coveted prize of taking over for the Mistress;
Dominique was determined to avoid that fate.
“Look at her Dominique, she is beautiful isn’t she? I know it’s hard for you, but try to imagine
that it’s not your sister there, but instead one of the many other beautiful women that you have
put into so many similar situations.”
Dominique looked down at Susan, trying to imagine that she was just another whore there for her
own personal use. Sadly all she could see only the extremely petrified sister whom she barely
knew, but nonetheless felt an incredible amount of pity for, even though she had no idea what
Natasha was going to do.
Natasha wanted to get right to it so she began: “I know how difficult this is for both of you girls;
believe me I have struggled with the gravity of this moment many times over the last few days. I
never thought you #473 would be so stubborn. I respect your determination my beautiful young
friend, but there comes a time when enough is enough. Four hundred and seventy plus girls have
all been in this position my dear and each and every one of them has eventually succumbed to us.
Every one of them has left these confines the only way that is ever possible, through our auction.
It has always been that way and it always will be, no matter how long or how hard you fight us.
There is simply no other way.”
“Normally in situations like this, I would simply let Dominique continue to brutalize a girl until
she capitulates. But in this special case that is simply counter-productive. There is nothing to be
gained by doing that #473.”
Dominique was relieved to hear that, at least until the Mistress continued.
“Unfortunately your obstinate ways have left me no choice but to force the issue today.”
Natasha was addressing Susan directly now. “I cannot, in good conscience my dear, allow you to
take a further emotional toll against your sister. Her work is starting to suffer and we need to
move you down to Level Two immediately so we can begin your training.”
Dominique knew it was true but she was hoping the Mistress would not notice how her work had
indeed declined. She kept her head bowed as the Mistress went on.
Natasha put her right hand firmly on top of Susan’s pussy and said. “Unfortunately now you
have left me with no choice. We must do everything possible today to compel you into signing
this contract. We simply can’t wait any longer #473. What you are doing to your sister, to me
and to this entire staff simply can no longer be tolerated. I have allowed you to be treated far too
tenderly at the behest of your sister, but now I must take over your submission and bring your
time her on Level One to its logical conclusion.”
Dominique was stunned by this allegation nearly as much as she was frightened by it. She could
not believe that Natasha was actually implying that it was her, Dominique’s, idea to go soft on
Susan when both of them had agreed it was in fact the best plan. And now she was forcing the
issue today, when in reality the next auction was not for 2+ months, leaving plenty of time to
prepare her? But in actuality what could she do? She was not in control here and Natasha was
clearly frustrated with the way this whole process had played out. Knowing from experience,
Natasha was not to be trifled with when she was in a foul mood like this.
Dominique had no way of knowing that this was exactly the outcome that Natasha wanted, that
she, The Mistress had carefully orchestrated everything up to this point so the three of them
could all be in this room now. Natasha’s entire plan, from the moment that Susan was brought
into Stonebriar had culminated in this moment. She had hoped against hope that Susan would be
this tough and she indeed was very lucky. Things that were largely out of her control just fell
into place during the last 2 weeks and she had been blessed with a gift, a gift that was about to be
unwrapped. Natasha could not wait to proceed as her panties were starting to get hot and wet
just thinking about what she was going to do.
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