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CHAPTER SIX
Danielle
"Wake up, little bitch! The Mistress is waiting for you!"
Danielle hadn't realized she'd fallen asleep. She struggled to
open her eyes, fighting to remember where she was. Suddenly, she
heard a sharp crack that coincided with a sudden burning sensation
across her buttocks. That not only woke her up, it served to remind
her of situation.
She rolled quickly over onto her back and sat up. There was
another strange, naked young woman confronting her, riding crop in
hand, and a cruel smile on her hard but pretty face. How many
strange naked ladies did that make for the day anyway? There had
been Adelle, and Maria and Gereti, and then sweet Fanny.
Fanny's face was the last thing she remembered seeing before
falling asleep. She remembered the pretty girl giving her a nice,
long bubble bath, the attentive little hands soothing her abused
body, rubbing her down so nicely. Then she'd been led over to the
bed and made to lie down while Fanny had disinfected all her
scrapes, and rubbed some sort of soothing ointment onto all her
bruises. Somewhere along the way, she'd drifted off to sleep.
The crop came down again, this time catching her across her
thighs. "Aiyyee!" Danielle squealed.
The woman confronting her laughed at the cry. "Come on! I
don't have all night! The first stage of your initiation into our
happy little family is about to begin, and it wouldn't do for us to
be late! Who the hell gave you permission to sleep, anyway?"
Still somewhat disoriented by her abrupt awakening, Danielle
stumbled out of the heavenly comfort of the water bed, and onto her
feet. She rubbed at her eyes, and tried to give her summoner a
look-over. The woman stared at her impatiently. "Never mind. Go
into the washroom and wash your face. That'll wake you up. And
don't take any more time than you have to!"
Danielle shuffled off into the bathroom. She paused, looking
for the sink, and found herself having to smile. She would never
again be able to enter this room without thinking of Fanny. The
short time she'd spent with that pretty brunette had almost made
all the fear, pain, and abuse of the day worth it! This, however,
wasn't the time to start daydreaming about that.
She washed her face as she'd been told, trying not to think
about Fanny. The water did indeed wipe the sleep from her eyes.
That, in turn, brought the throbbing of the welts across her ass
and thighs into sharper focus. She looked down, and saw the angry
looking line across her thighs, right at home among the other
bruises she'd acquired. That in turn reminded her that while she'd
survived until now, there was probably much worst yet to come!
The young woman with the crop was waiting for her by the
entrance to the washroom. She grabbed Danielle's arm with painful
force, and began dragging her to the exit. At the door to the
suite, she stooped to pick up a piece of black cloth lying on the
floor. "Your blindfold. I dropped it on the way in."
Danielle used the opportunity to get a make a quick study of
the woman before her eyes were covered. Noticing the attention, the
woman smiled. "I'm Sandy." she said by way of introduction. "I'm
the head of mansion security during the day shift. Because of you,
I'm putting in a little extra overtime tonight. Not that I mind."
The last words had a cold, cruel ring. "So go ahead and take a
look. Maybe later we'll have a chance to get to know each other
better."
Sandy was five seven in her bare feet, and she looked strong.
She had the physique of a swimmer, lean, with wide shoulders, and
a flat stomach. Her hair was a light, coppery-brown color but was
dyed blond at the sides. She wore it cut very short except at the
front where it hung down in a wavy curl. Her face was attractive in
a tough sort of way. She had piercing steel-blue eyes under brows
that had a pencilled-in look. Her small nose was sharp but cute.
Her thin lips made her mouth look cruel. Her breasts were small,
the muscle apparent beneath the softer flesh. She had tiny, pointed
nipples. Her hips were slender, and her asscheeks were firm and
compact. Her shaved pussy was one of those where the inner pink was
completely hidden by the outer folds. She had strong, shapely legs,
though her calves did look just a little too thick with muscle. Her
feet were on the dainty side. Small and pretty, with delicate,
straight toes, they were perhaps the only part of her that retained
any femininity.
"Enough," Sandy suddenly snapped. "Time to get this show on
the road." She tucked her riding crop under her arm, and moved in
with the blindfold. Danielle stood still and let the thick piece of
cloth be placed over her eyes. Sandy leaned in very close in order
to tie it off behind her head. Danielle detected the faintest hint
of a fruity perfume. Somehow it seemed out of character.
"You were wearing cuffs when you came in. Where are they?"
Sandy asked.
Danielle blinked. With her sight taken away, she was feeling
very helpless, and uncertain. One thing was for sure. She hadn't
even realized that her hands had been freed. She had no clear
memory of the cuffs being removed. Her mind strayed back to the
massage she'd received as she'd drifted to sleep. "Maybe Fanny?"
she mumbled mostly to herself.
Sandy laughed. "If so, the little bitch is going to be in real
shit! Mind you, knowing her, she did it just to give me an excuse
to discipline her! It's okay. We'll get another pair of cuffs on
the way down."
Danielle was still unsure of what the rules in this place were
and just how she fit in. Her gut feeling was that she should keep
her mouth shut. But her curiosity got the better of her. "Where are
we going?"
All Sandy said was, "And I'll get you a gag to go along with
those cuffs."
They started off to wherever they were going. Danielle quickly
lost track of where she was. Sandy guided her through a number of
turns, and down a set of stairs. She tried to relate it to the path
she'd taken on the way in, but it was hard to do without her sight.
It didn't seem the same, but who could say?
They stopped, and she was made to wait while her guide left
her for a while. She knew Sandy had returned when one of her wrists
was grabbed and pulled behind her back. The cold metal of a cuff
bit tightly into her flesh. She quickly put her other wrist behind
her, not wanting to give Sandy an excuse to use the crop. That
wrist was promptly cuffed as well.
"Now open your mouth," Sandy ordered her. "And I think you'd
better tilt your head back."
Danielle swallowed, and did as she'd been ordered. She felt
something being forced between her lips and into her mouth. She'd
been expecting a gag, but this felt like a large, hard, plastic
dildo. It was pretty thick. Her jaw was forced apart until it ached.
It was fairly long too. Before she knew it, Sandy was forcing the
tip of it into her throat, and Danielle had to fight her gag
reflex. Mercifully though, after only the second inch had entered
her throat, Sandy stopped pushing, and strapped the dildo-gag into
place.
"It's mostly plastic," Sandy told her, "except for a bit of
metal in the head. It's made so that an electrical cord can be
plugged into it, and shocks set off in your throat. You won't have
to worry about that being done unless you do something deserving of
punishment. Just remember to breath through your nose. But I doubt
I really need to tell that to a slut like you. Now come on. The
Mistress is waiting."
There followed a long, straight stretch of corridor, after
which they stopped. She heard a door slide aside. They stepped into
what she guessed was an elevator. When her stomach lurched, she
knew that she'd guessed right and that they were going down. It was
a quick trip. Then the door slid open, a wave of chilly air blowing
in and giving her gooseflesh.
"Welcome to hell, Danielle," Sandy whispered in her ear.
Once again, Sandy grabbed her arm and pulled her forward. She
suddenly found a cold, damp, rough floor beneath her feet. The
momentary shock of the cold made her go to her toes, and hop up and
down. Sandy laughed and said, "Wimp!"
They continued forward. Danielle couldn't resist dragging one
of her feet over the rough floor to feel it out. She couldn't,
however, tell whether it was of stone, or concrete. It did feel
like it could be one or the other. She didn't need Sandy's clue to
figure out that she was in the dungeon.
Then she heard the voice that had so mesmerized her only that
afternoon. "Thank you for being so prompt, Sandy," Adelle's tone
dripped amused sarcasm. "I'll settle with you on that score later.
Privately. As to her, uncuff her hands, and stretch her out on the
main table. There's work to be done on her."
Danielle once again felt that indescribable rush of something
to her head that she'd experienced in Adelle's presence earlier in
the day. It was as if someone had suddenly given her a drug that
made her willing to do anything. She stood meekly as Sandy freed
her hands and then led her to one side until she felt herself bump
into a waist high slab of stone.
"Sit up on this," Sandy ordered her.
She moved to sit on the slab. It too was cold, but she found
she liked the way it felt. It soothed the burning of the welt she
had on her ass. Sandy guided her with her hands, forcing her to
slide over more and to turn her body a certain way. "Now lie down
and stretch out. Extend your arms above your head and spread your
legs as wide as you can manage."
Danielle did so, a strange thrill running through her.
Somewhere in her brain, some small part of her complained that she
was acting wrong. It was as if something in her recognized that she
was reacting like a completely different woman. But she found
herself not caring about that. Instead, she reached up and out with
her arms, and genuinely forced her legs as far apart as she could
manage.
She felt new sets of cuffs being attached to her wrists and
ankles. There were extra sets of hands working on her. It wasn't
just Sandy. But with the blindfold, she couldn't tell exactly how
many other girls might be there. Whoever they were, they were not
talking, so she couldn't use that to judge.
When she had once again been firmly restrained, she heard a
gentle hum, and felt herself being slowly pulled on, a deliciously
painful tension being placed on her spread limbs. Thankfully, it
did not reach the point of being truly painful. Then she felt a
section of the table, underneath her lower back and jutting half
way beneath her buttocks, start to rise. This forced her ass up off
the table. She was forced to arch her back painfully. The effect,
she assumed, was to make her crotch totally accessible. But it also
helped keep her head tilted back so that the dildo in her throat
wouldn't bother her too much.
"Very nice," Adelle said from somewhere farther off in the
room. "She's going to make a very nice addition to my little stable
if she works out. Thank you Sandy. Now let Pam and Nina shave her."
Then her voice assumed a harsher tone. "Clean her from the armpits
down, girls! You know the drill."
Danielle tensed, and then felt two pairs of tiny hands rubbing
some kind of lotion onto her body. One pair started at her feet and
slowly worked its way up her legs. The second set of hands rubbed
the strange tingly substance into each of her armpits and then went
straight down to her crotch. There, more of the lotion was spread
over her cunt and into her ass crack.
At first the lotion just made her skin tingle pleasantly. Then
she slowly started to itch. The itch built up to a slow burn.
Within a few minutes she was squirming uncomfortably, moaning into
her gag. It felt like hundreds of tiny insects with needle-point
legs were running around on her bare skin. It was a very annoying
and distracting sensation.
The hands working on her upper body finished rubbing first.
The other hands were still working on her thighs. Something thick
and wetly sticky was suddenly applied to each of her armpits. Then
the same stuff was slapped wetly into her crotch and spread out
over her cunt and ass crack. At least this stuff cooled the itch in
those areas!
After a minute, she felt the stuff under her left armpit being
tugged out. She could sort of feel the hairs going with it. It
stung, but not too much. It was, she thought, actually a rather
nice way of getting rid of unwanted body hair. The same thing was
done down below. At the same time, the second pair of hands
finished rubbing in the lotion, and started smearing the gooey
stuff all over her legs, not missing the slightest spot.
"You were probably expecting something a bit more dramatic,"
she heard Adelle say. "But this system works too well. I had it
developed for my own personal use, which is why there's so little
discomfort involved. Your body hair has been removed right from the
roots. At the same time that lotion will make your follicles
incapable of growing new hair for almost six months. Rest assured,
the treatment will be renewed before then."
Danielle took a long slow breath and forced herself to relax.
She had indeed expected a more painful treatment. She used this
opportunity to regain some of her composure. The gooey stuff was
being peeled away from her legs now, and she could tell it wouldn't
be long before she'd have to deal with whatever the next part of
her initiation involved.
As soon as the last of goo was peeled off, a blast of very
cold water was jetted against her. She would have cried out if not
for the dildo stuck in her mouth. Her body jerked in its bondage
and she began to shiver uncontrollably. She got gooseflesh all
over!
But the hands returned and began washing the lotion off her.
The scrubbing blunted the cold. By the time the water was turned
off she felt fresh and clean, and her skin tingled pleasantly.
A hand cupped her newly bared crotch, feeling the smoothness
of her skin, and prying her pussy open to take a peek inside. "Very
nice," Adelle purred into her ear. It was her hand on Danielle's
cunt. "I hope you're ready to face the first part of your
initiation. You'll be in for some really intense pain over the next
little while. Normally, I keep new girls here in the dungeon and
break them in slowly. But I really need you on the job. So you'll
be working days, and making up for the lost time at night. However,
the first order of business before we can begin with the serious
stuff is for you to be purged. Sandy, you know what to do. String
her up."
Danielle felt herself being freed from the restraints of the
table. Then she was pulled to a sitting position and helped off the
slab. There was someone on either side of her, each holding one of
her arms. They half-dragged her some unknown distance. Then she
felt loops of rope slipped over each of her wrists. These were
pulled tight, and then the ropes pulled up and apart. The ropes
continued to pull until she was lifted far enough off the floor that
she couldn't even brush it with her toes.
Next her legs were pulled apart and tied that way. At the same
time, she felt her buttocks being pried open. Suddenly, a nozzle
was being forced up her ass. She squirmed in discomfort. She knew
what was coming.
Again though, she was surprised. She did indeed receive an
enema. But no one went out of their way to make it painful for her.
Only enough liquid was pumped into her to flush out whatever solids
were in her system. Small, delicate hands massaged her bloated
belly, and then the nozzle was removed and she was encouraged to
immediately release the contents of her bowel. She did so, using
the opportunity to empty her bladder as well. Then she was once
again rinsed off with cold water.
"The fun is over now, love," she heard Adelle tell her. "At
least for you. My fun is just beginning. Okay, Sandy, go ahead.
Plug her up."
Small, agile fingers forcefully spread her cunt open. Then a
thick metal object was pressed up against her hole. "We'll be
inserting a couple of dildos like the one in your mouth into your
cunt and ass." This was Sandy talking to her. "This means that
they're equipped to channel current. Of course these ones will be
much bigger than the one you're sucking on, and they're metal all
over."
The one being shoved up her cunt felt huge! It was stretching
her more than Fanny's fist had! It also felt endless. She really
couldn't tell how much they were forcing into her. But she would
have sworn it was at least a full foot. Finally, it was in as far
as her captors wanted, and they strapped it into place. Almost
immediately, the process was repeated with her rear passage.
This time, the insertion really hurt! The dildo being forced
into her ass wasn't much smaller than the one in her pussy. She
could feel her sphincter tearing, and not just a little bit! The
gag muffled her screams, and the blindfold kept the tears from
pouring freely down her face. But she was sure that her face had
turned red and purple from the strain and the pain!
"Nina," she heard Adelle order, "take her right foot, and Pam,
you take her left. You know what to do. Sandy, you work over her
backside. I'll do her front personally.
Danielle held her breath, awaiting whatever abuse was in store
for her. Instead, she felt two hands grab each of her ankles, and
small mouths close around the toes of each of her feet. The hands
and mouths felt child like, and she remembered Maria mentioning that
Adelle also kept very young slaves. But she had no time to wonder
about it, or to be repulsed. Twin agile tongues licked the balls of
her feet, and between her toes. They sucked on her gently, and it
felt surprisingly divine. She hadn't realized that having her feet
sucked on could feel so good.
Whips struck her front and back simultaneously. One caught her
across the tight flesh of her buttocks, and the other landed across
her breasts. The pain flashed through her like fire. Her nerves had
been primed by the pleasant sensations in her feet, and the contrast
served to heighten the shock effect of the blows. The pain in her
breasts though had made her nipples stiffen. She found that almost
embarrassing!
The sucking of her feet continued, and so did the whipping.
The next blows caught her across the small of her back, and the
middle of her lovely belly. It felt like they were using fairly
supple leather whips, and not crops or anything like that. Danielle
knew her experience in such things was limited mostly to the events
of the day, but all the reading she'd had to do on such matters
would seem to point to her conclusion.
The dildo gag, of course, muffled her screams. They came out
as gurgled whimpers. Her throat was beginning to hurt from being
stretched straight, and from the abuse of her vocal chords. She was
very aware that all the dildos inside her were wired to shock her,
and she knew her tormentors would not be able to resist using them.
Her fear and terror threatened to overwhelm her.
Lashings landed along the back of one thigh and up hard into
her cunt. Some of the force of the pussy shot was broken by the
protruding end of the dildo, but it still hurt like hell! Her
torturers were picking up the pace as well. The whips rained down
on her faster than before, though still at a deliberate pace. Not
a single area of her body was spared! One shot landed on the back
of her neck, making her head snap forward painfully, and she nearly
choked on the dildo in her throat. Another blow was landed with the
tip of a whip against the left side of her face!
Her world was pain now. It was the burning of her skin, the
throbbing of her bruises. It was the welling up of despair from the
inner core of her being. It was also the humiliation of the
dampness developing in her pussy. How could her body betray her
like that! She sought to shut out the world. She wanted to pass out
and not feel what was being done to her, but there was a buzz
running through her system, singing through her brain, that made it
impossible for her to black out.
It took the new pain in her feet to make her realize that the
licking there had stopped. Pins were being driven into the top of
each foot. She felt them inserted and slid lengthwise below her
skin. New convulsions racked her suspended body, but there was
little she could do to demonstrate her agony that she hadn't done
already.
More pins were inserted into her feet by the deft little
hands. Pins were pushed under the fingernails of each toe. Others
were driven right through the flesh of her toes from side to side.
Amidst the cracking of the whips, the grunts of Sandy and Adelle,
and her own muffled cries, she swore she could hear girlish giggles
of pleasure.
Then what felt like thumb-tacks were pushed into the bottom of
her feet, in the fleshy part right before the heels and on up to
the base of her toes. It was silly, but in that endless red ocean
of pain that her mind had sunk into, she had the clarity to wonder
how bad it would feel to walk in the morning!
Suddenly, Adelle yelled, "Break!"
The torments stopped. Or at least no more blows felt. No more
pins were stuck into her feet. The agony continued unabated, having
built up a monstrous momentum.
"Cool her off!" Adelle's voice, cooly business-like, sounded
a million miles away.
Cold wet sponges gently assaulted her body, rubbing off the
sweat that had been pouring from her tortured form. There were a
lot of them. Danielle couldn't be bothered to keep track of how
many. They sponged her off from her head down to her feet. The cold
soothed the burning of her welted skin, but did nothing to help the
pain in her feet.
The sponges withdrew. The shocks that surged through the
dildos buried in her body caught her by surprise. The jolts ran
through her cunt and ass and the back of her throat. Every muscle
in her body spasmed at once and she stiffened as they pulled
against her restraints.
The current stopped as suddenly as it had begun. She went limp
in her bonds, her brain in a grey fog of pain. She was at the
breaking point. She could no longer think straight. The torture
seemed to have gone on forever. When the electricity came on again,
the shocks succeeded in doing what the whipping and the pricking
had not.
She passed out.
* * *
Adelle
Adelle stared at her unconscious slave and admired her
battered body. The girl looked quite good covered with cuts, welts,
and bruises. Adelle found most women were at their best that way,
but Danielle seemed especially suited to bearing the angry red and
purple marks. She smiled briefly when she recalled what her half-
sister called it -- "slave make-up".
"Should I revive her right away, Mistress Adelle?" asked Sandy.
Adelle turned her attention to her household security chief.
She'd always had a deep liking for Sandy. The young woman was a
model of cruel efficiency, and she was always very eager to please.
Adelle rarely had reason to punish her and really enjoyed every
opportunity she got. Sandy was not a masochist. She hated pain and
humiliation. Adelle loved making her submit. "In a moment, my
dear," she said, a dramatic frostiness in her tone. "There is still
the matter of why you took so long to bring her down."
The security chief shrugged and stared at the floor. "She was
asleep when I got to her room. It seems Fanny took the liberty of
removing her bonds, and I had to go hunt up another pair of cuffs
for her."
Adelle smiled, looking thoughtful. "Fanny, eh? Is that who
you've paired her with? Interesting."
"Do you want the little slut punished?" Sandy asked. She was
eager to pass the blame for her tardiness onto someone else.
Adelle laughed. "I always want everyone punished." She stared
right into Sandy's eyes as she emphasized the word everyone. "But
this time," she continued, turning away, "I've something else in
mind."
Sandy nodded, a trifle disappointed. She still wasn't sure she
was off the hook. Now she might not get to torture Fanny either!
Adelle noticed the sour look and laughed. "Oh, don't look so
glum. You may give her a good stern reprimand. No, I'm thinking in
the long term. Did you monitor them? How well did they get along?"
Sandy half-shrugged. "I wasn't watching their room myself, but
the report I glanced at seems to indicate that they were quite,"
she paused seeking the best word for it, "smitten with each other.
I can have the recording piped to your room later if you wish."
"Smitten. Beautiful. I think Fanny is going to be part of
Danielle's final exam. I'm going to use that little bimbo to test
this bitch's loyalty to me."
Sandy looked intrigued, but held her tongue. "Don't think that
I've decided not to punish you though," Adelle suddenly snapped.
"I'm just going to put it off to later."
The vicious blond mistress turned once again to admire her
newest slave. But when she heard the giggle, she lowered her gaze
to the two young girls kneeling at Danielle's feet. The two pretty
things, who'd been admiring the job they'd done on Danielle, froze
when they noticed her attention was on them. They looked at her
fearfully. "Face down, sluts!" Adelle commanded. "I've told you
more than once that you are not to look me in the face without my
permission!"
Pam and Nina quickly lowered their faces to the cement,
touching it with their foreheads. This ensured that their eyes
could only see the floor. Adelle nodded. "Very good. You do know
how to follow orders. Now why didn't you get it right the first
time? It seems the two of you will have to be punished as well.
We'll take care of that when we've finished with Danielle."
Pam and Nina were two of Adelle's youngest servants. They were
lovely twelve-year-olds both of whom were making a rapid trip
through puberty. Normally Adelle's taste ran to older girls. She
liked her slaves and victims old enough to really appreciate the
abuses she heaped on them. While she did like to torture children,
she never kept them around long. She found them boring. Pam and
Nina though had captured her imagination. She had decided to have
them trained to be full servants in her house. She still had plans
to torture them to death. Unless she changed her mind, they would
be snuffed before their sixteenth birthdays. In the meantime, they
were a joy to behold.
Both were just under five feet tall. Pam, the shorter of the
two at four foot eight, was a honey-blond. Her hair was neck-
length, and hung in waves about her cute, round face. Her eyes
sparkled a lively blue. Traces of her baby fat could still be seen
in her cheeks, and when she smiled she had the most adorable
dimples. Her breasts were very well developed for a twelve-year-
old. They were already the size of apples, and very firm. Her
nipples were babyish, tiny, rosy buds. She was just short of plump.
Again, it was probably just the last bit of baby fat. Her hips were
nicely curved, and her ass pleasantly chubby. Her bald mons was
very fleshy. Her clit was surprisingly long and thick, and
sometimes Adelle found herself wondering whether she should let Pam
survive to adulthood so she could see just how big that bit of
flesh would get when she was full grown. Her legs were short but
well proportioned in their compact way, with killer thighs. Her
feet were small and chubby.
Nina, a brunette, was three inches taller than Pam. Her dark
tresses hung down to mid-shoulder. Her face was a slender oval
shape. Dark lashes set off sultry brown eyes. Her cheeks were
sharper than Pam's, and her mouth fuller. There was a quiet
innocence to her appearance. She would have looked at home in a
convent. Her neck was long and slender. Her body was slender too.
Her breast growth had not been as precocious as Pam's. Hers were
just starting to swell up, but she already had thick, long nipples.
There was not an ounce of fat on her, but neither was she bony. Her
belly was flat and soft, and she had a cute little navel. She had
one of those classic shapes, where the ass seemed to stick straight
out behind her. It was this ass that had grabbed Adelle's
attention. It was a perfect behind. Perfectly round at the hips,
tight, full, and firm in the buttocks, it was surprisingly adult.
The slenderness of her thighs left an ample opening below her
shaved crotch. Her pussy, like Pam's, promised to grow into a
fleshy one. Her clit was just a tiny button, but her labia already
hung well down below her slit. Nina's legs, unlike Pam's, were in
perfect proportion. They weren't long enough to be coltish, but
they were perfect little-girl legs. Nina had pretty feet too. They
were small and perfectly shaped, with the sweetest looking little toes.
But it hadn't been just their looks that had grabbed Adelle's
attention. It had been their youth and temperament as well. Despite
the fact that both girls had been very innocent when they'd been
taken, both had demonstrated a horniness beyond their years. This
had made it a snap for Adelle to mould them into the perfect
slaves. It had also been a delight to cultivate their meanness. She
had turned them into sadistic little sluts, and they loved it when
she had them help her torture other girls. In fact, there was no
limit to what they were willing to do. They would torture, or kill,
anything, from full adults to babies, male or female, with equally
fascinated pleasure.
As victims, they were a treat. She had trained them to
complete submission. Neither girl was truly masochistic, though
sometimes Pam came close. They didn't like pain. But they were so
obedient that they would willingly submit to any torture she cared
to devise for them. They were so well trained that she could pass
them on to anyone else to use, and they still behaved. They didn't
require her special gifts to persuade them.
"I don't believe you all!" Adelle continued musing aloud. "We
come down here to break in one girl, and I find myself having to
discipline all of you! Let's wake Danielle, so we can get on with
the program."
Sandy fetched two small vials and a syringe. She filled the
syringe with the contents of the first vial and handed the second
vial to Nina. Finding an easily accessible vein in Danielle's leg,
she gave her the needle. She disposed of the used syringe, and
returned to take up the second vial, all the time counting slowly
to a hundred. When she was sure that the needle had been given
enough time to start working, she opened the second vial, and waved
it's contents under Danielle's nose. The abused young woman's head
snapped up. Her body quivered, then stiffened in its bondage. She
let out a long, muffled moan.
"She's all ready to go again," Sandy happily announced.
"Fine. I think we can start her on a little of phase two,"
Adelle declared.
"That's a bit soon, isn't it?" Sandy asked, uncertainly. "It
usually takes several days of abuse before we go on to the next
phase."
Adelle nodded. "I know. Consider this an experiment. We're in
a hurry, and I need to break her in quickly. I've got to start her
on the job right away. That's already against regular procedure. So
the conditioning has to start now. I believe that the accelerated
program will work on this girl. The preliminary evaluation of the
psych questions she answered today say it's a good risk." She
looked down at Nina and Pam. "Take her down and help her over to
the sensory chair."
The young girls nodded. Nina went to the winch control and
began letting Danielle down while Pam untied the cords holding
Danielle's legs apart. Danielle was whimpering and shaking. When
her feet hit the floor, she didn't even try to stand, but slowly
folded to the ground. Pam finished with the ankle ropes and quickly
moved to untie her wrists. Nina came over to help. Then they each
draped one of Danielle's arms over their shoulders and began
dragging her to the far end of the dungeon.
In spite of their youth and small size, the two little slaves
were quite adept at moving full-grown victims around. The needle
Sandy had given Danielle had an interesting side-effect. It had
helped force her to consciousness and it would make it hard for her
to pass out again. But it also left her muscles too loose and
relaxed for her to struggle effectively. This made it even easier
for Nina and Pam to move her around.
At the far end of the dungeon Sandy had already opened the
door to a special chamber. Adelle entered and began setting up the
program she wished to run for Danielle. In spite of what she'd told
Sandy, she knew that moulding Danielle into the type of servant she
needed might be tricky. Until now, every girl she'd broken had been
exposed to many days of abuses. They'd all been desperate to embrace
any course that would deliver them from their private hells.
But what Adelle did with her servants wasn't just induce
servitude. She brought out their sadistic sides. She brought out
their remorseless cruelty. She sought out the Mr. Hydes of their
personalities, the monsters kept chained in the darkest corners of
their psyches. She not only freed these monsters, but gave them a
free hand to explore their deepest fantasies in her employ. Nothing
they could dream up, no matter how vulgar, violent, or ugly was
denied them.
These evil sides were sometimes so deeply buried, so reviled
by the slaves-in-training, that some of her subjects had preferred
to die rather than to be remade in their own nightmare image.
Adelle had discovered that prolonged exposure to abuse would begin
to break this resistance. Then she would combine pain with
pleasure. She taught her victims that pain could be pleasure if
dealt in a controlled manner. Finally, she began teaching them that
inflicting pain, torturing other human beings, was the greatest of
all sources of pleasure.
The sensory chair was a primary tool in this process. It was
simply a metal frame onto which a subject could be securely
strapped with all the sensitive body parts left exposed. These
would in turn be hooked up to a variety of sensors, both passive
and active. They could measure a victim's physical responses, and
they could be used to apply additional stimuli, both painful or
pleasurable. The chair's chief purpose was to monitor the subject's
reaction to the information Adelle would present to her in the form
of videos and, sometimes, live demonstrations.
Adelle watched her two young slaves drag in Danielle's limp
form. She'd broken in both those young sluts in this room. The
memory still brought a smile to her face. Pam hadn't needed much
conditioning in order to be broken in. Nina had taken a little
longer. She'd been brought up with strict sexual taboos. But when
she'd finally given in to the programming, she turned out even more
remorseless than her friend. Their "final exams" made up some of
her favourite video footage.
Sandy grabbed Danielle's legs and helped the girls put her
onto the chair. They strapped her down. As soon as that was done,
Pam and Nina went to their knees and lowered their faces to the
floor. They'd learned quickly! Sandy began the long, involved
process of attaching all the sensor pads to Danielle's body. The
pads were taped on all over. They went on her face, along her arms,
in the armpits, down the belly and up her back, along the bottom
and inside of the thighs and calves, and the soles of the feet.
Sandy paid special attention to the ones that went on the breasts,
nipples, and clit. Special sensors plugged right into the dildos
still buried in all of Danielle's holes so that they needn't be
removed.
While Sandy was doing her job, Adelle picked up a short, thin,
flexible metal rod. She moved up behind her two young slave-sluts.
She stared down at them. "Nina, get on your hands and knees. Pam,
I want your tits. Move over in front of Nina and lie back over top
of her. Spread your knees wide. You too Nina."
The girls quickly complied. Nina kept her straight down. Pam
shuffled in front of her and backed up until her ass was pressed
against the back of Nina's head. She leaned back so that her proud
tits stuck straight up. She reached back with her arms to help hold
herself in place. She spread her knees as wide as she could. Nina
did the same. Due to the slenderness of her thighs, and her
position, her cunt was a lot more accessible.
Adelle brought the rod down hard right down the middle of
Pam's luscious tits. The hard metal sank deep into the soft flesh
just below the nipples, and Pam screeched! A thin red welt formed
across the milky whiteness of Pam's skin. Adelle struck her again.
This time, the rod came down on the front of the tits. It was a
harder blow, though it wasn't hard enough to break the skin. Pam
cut her shriek off into a whimper.
The next blow came down against the full cheeks of Nina's ass.
The shapely little brunette quivered and her ass jerked forward
trying to evade the blow. Pam had to hang on tightly not to lose
her position. Both girls knew well what Adelle would do to them
should they move out of this pose without her permission. Neither
one wanted to anger their Mistress!
Adelle walked around to stand in front of Pam's reclined form.
She lifted one of her perfect feet and stuck it up high between
Pam's full thighs. "Spread your knees a little further, bitch!" she
ordered. She pressed against the thighs with her toes, and Pam did
her best to comply.
Satisfied that she had the room she needed to work, Adelle
brought her foot back and kicked the pretty young girl right
between the legs. Pam, braced for a blow of the rod, was caught by
surprise. She grunted in pain and just barely kept herself kneeling
up, or bringing her hands to cover her fat pussy. That would have
been a big mistake!
Adelle sighed and kicked her again, enjoying the way the pussy
felt against her toes. The girl's fleshy cunt was already wet. Pam
enjoyed this sort of abuse just enough to have it quickly get her
hot. Adelle, using the rod as a cane for added balance, pushed the
ball of her foot against the cunt and rubbed it firmly. Pam's moan
changed to one of pleasure.
Adelle lowered her foot, took a step to the side, and brought
the rod up hard between the girl's thighs. Even before Pam could
finish screaming, Adelle struck her again. These were hard sharp
blows. A third followed quickly, and this time the tip of the rod
struck right against the thick, tender clitoris. Pam shuddered in
agony. Tears began streaming down her reddened face. Her teeth were
clenched and her hands tightly gripped Nina's waist.
Adelle reached out with her left hand and ran her fingers over
Pam's crack. It was very wet now. As much as she hated it, Pam
could not help but respond sexually to the pain. Soon Danielle
would have the same conditioning drilled into her.
The regal blond mistress took Pam's clit between the nails of
her thumb and forefinger and squeezed hard, pulling on it. Pam's
mouth opened wide, and the cute girl moaned long and hard. Adelle
twisted the nob of flesh hard, and suddenly Pam was in the midst of
a massive orgasm. Adelle's fingers were drenched with the sexually
precocious youngster's pussy juices. She let go the clit and
brought her hand to her mouth. She began licking it clean, enjoying
the taste, as she watched Pam's quivers of pain and pleasure come
to an end. Pam had one of the sweetest pussies she'd ever tasted.
There was a strong muskiness to it too. It made for delightful
eating.
She didn't want Nina to feel neglected. She walked around to
stand behind the other's spread legs. She pushed the tip of the rod
gently into the back of a thigh, and ran it down the leg, and over
the sole of Nina's small cute foot. Nina had perhaps the prettiest
feet in her harem, at least for now. Perhaps as she got older
they'd lose some of their cuteness. But for now, Adelle loved to
torture them. They were surprisingly sensitive to pain considering
Nina was forced to go barefoot at all times which should have
toughened them.
Adelle could not resist hurting them right now. She jabbed
down hard with the point of the rod right in the center of the
slender foot. Nina gasped in pain, her foot jerking and her toes
curling prettily. Luckily for the young slut, the rod's tip wasn't
pointy enough to actually pierce the skin. But Adelle had hit a
nerve, forcing the muscles to cramp painfully.
She raised the rod and struck down on the other foot the same
way. Then, without pause, she began to whip the back of Nina's
thighs. She struck each one in turn, beginning just above the
knees, and placing each new welt an inch higher until she reached
the buttocks. Nina cried out shrilly at each impact, and by the end
was sobbing loudly. Adelle paused briefly and admired the results
of her handiwork.
The pause was short-lived. Reversing the rod in her hand so
that she held the thick end forward, she spread Nina's ass cheeks
with the fingers of her left hand and pressed the end of the rod
against the young girl's ass hole. She brutally shoved the first
four inches into the girl's ass, getting a nice long scream in
reaction!
Nina had taken thicker objects up her rear hole during her
training. The suddenness of this penetration rendered it painful
anyway. Adelle had purposely shoved the rod's tip against the left
side of the sphincter instead of driving straight up the middle and
the impact stretched, and slightly tore, the delicate muscle. Adelle
withdrew the rod, and repeated the penetration, this time banging
against the other side on the way in.
Nina arms buckled at the elbow. As she bent down in agony,
Pam, caught by surprise, fell off to a side. She quickly got back
up, flashing a look of helpless desperation Adelle's way. It looked
so cute, thought her Mistress. But rules were rules. Both girls
would have to be punished further for breaking formation!
"I'll settle with you both for this error later. Get back into
position. I'm not finished with my games yet. Sandy, how much
longer until we're ready to proceed with Danielle's session?"
The security chief was taping a sensor to the bottom of
Danielle's right foot. She had paused to remove the tacks in her
way first. "I'm just about done with the wirings. I'll just have to
run a check on the equipment to make sure that everything's
functional. Another five to ten minutes should do it."
The two young slaves resumed their pose, moving quickly, not
wanting to give their Mistress any further excuse for punishing
them. Adelle took the opportunity to put away the rod and pick up
another toy. It was a pair of pliers with short pointy needles
dotting its jaws. She admired it for a minute, then decided where
she would use it first.
She moved in behind Nina, bent over and reached between the
girl's legs. With her left hand, she pinched the long labia
together, pulling down on them firmly. She placed them in the mouth
of the pliers and began to squeeze. The needle-points pressed hard
against the taut flesh, then penetrated it. It happened too fast
for Nina to react before her nether lips were holed. The poor girl
screamed blue murder and jerked her torso up. Once again, Pam found
herself falling from her perch.
Adelle didn't let the pussy lips go. Taking a firm grip on the
pliers, she began jerking down with them. The cruel jaws tore at
the captive tissues. Little rivulets of blood began dripping onto
Adelle's hand. Her lust fired by the sight of blood, she was
tempted to tear the pussy lips right off her slave! But finally,
she decided that it was not the right time or place to mutilate the
girl. Reluctantly, she released the tortured bits of flesh.
"On your backs both of you, and spread yourselves," she
ordered. When they complied, she knelt between Nina's legs and
brought her mouth to the ravaged little pussy.
She sucked the bloody labia into her mouth, enjoying the salty
taste of blood. She rolled the flesh around on her tongue. The girl
started to juice. Compared to Pam, Nina still didn't get very wet,
nor did she turn on as quickly. But she tasted nice, and Adelle
loved sucking on fleshy pussies. She stuck her tongue into the
girl's tight hole and scraped her teeth along the tender folds of
flesh, making the petite beauty release a long whining sigh. Thanks
to her training, Nina had already forgotten her pain, having it
transformed completely to pleasure by her Mistress's attentions.
She had no intention of eating Nina to orgasm. The little slut
hardly deserved it. Slowly she withdrew her face from the tiny
twat, kissing and licking the girl's lovely thighs on the way out.
She really found this girl attractive. Pam too. Maybe she wouldn't
be able to wait those three to four years to snuff them!
She moved over to Pam. This time she knelt over the girl's
head facing her plump and eager body. "Suck me," she said simply.
Pam eagerly did as she was told. Clasping her hands over her
Mistress's buttocks, she pulled her face up into Adelle's pussy and
began licking and sucking with gusto. Though young, she'd been well
taught, and had turned out to be something of a natural when it
came to using her slutty mouth to give pleasure.
Adelle sighed. She had total control over her pleasure
centres, even as she had total mastery over pain. She could, if she
wanted to, easily focus past the feelings in her pussy, or she
could concentrate on them to enhance her pleasure and speed her
orgasm. She did neither for now. She just relaxed and revelled in
her power and position.
She reached down and took one of the firm, youthful breasts in
her left hand, squeezing it harshly. Pam's face pushed hard against
her pussy, and the girl's moan felt good against her flesh. It was
too bad, she thought, that Pam's nipples were still so babyish.
There wasn't much there on which to use the pliers. But she knew
where there was. She let the breast go and bent forward.
Pam's pussy was before her, the girl's large clit hard and
sticking out from between the plump outer folds. Adelle licked her
lips and dropped her head down to take the sexy morsel between her
lips. She pressed her tongue against it. Again Pam moaned into her
pussy. Adelle sighed with pleasure. She could feel the girl's pulse
throbbing rapidly against her lips and tongue. She began nibbling
roughly on the sensitive knob. With her right hand, she placed the
cruel pliers down on Pam's pillowy thigh.
Ever since she was little, Adelle had been fascinated by
pussies. She found cocks and balls interesting too, and didn't mind
torturing them. But nothing compared to the thrills she got when
she was abusing a pretty pussy. Perhaps it was due to the lust she
felt for women that she didn't feel for men. But though she loved
to torture tits and pretty faces, ass holes, feet, thighs, and
whatever else, torturing pussy was special. If the pussy was
especially pretty, full-fleshed or tight, whether it was young or
old, she could literally spend hours and hours playing cruelly with
it and not be bored.
Before she could go further, she heard Sandy clear her throat.
She looked up. "Yes?"
Sandy looked a little embarrassed at having to interrupt her.
"Danielle is ready to go. All systems are up and running properly.
All you have to do is choose which program you want to run."
"I'll be right there. I want you to raise the stage. I might
want her to watch a little live action as well."
Sandy nodded, and pressed a button. A nine by nine foot
section of the floor directly in front of the chair slowly rose up
till it was three feet higher than the surroundings. The area was
dark now, but there were spotlights in the ceiling that could be
used to flood it with light.
Adelle looked regretfully at Pam's pussy. There would be time
later to slake her lust. She rolled off her slave and got to her
feet. "You two get on your knees and wait for my orders. I've got
other uses for you."
Along one wall of the room was a programming console. She
walked over to it and considered the selection of tapes. Her first
selection was a tape made of Danielle's predecessor, the late Anne-
Marie. It would be good to show Danielle what she should expect
from her job. Next she decided on tapes of Nina and Pam in action.
She had the girls here where they could be made to interact with
the subject. That would help make the reality of it all sink in.
Then she smiled. She had some really neat footage of Fanny both as
a victim and as the abuser. Considering how fond Danielle was
supposed to have become of the little bitch, it should have a good
impact.
Was it wise to include snuff-footage right away? Or would the
shock be too much too soon? It was, perhaps, best to wait on that.
She shouldn't let the experimental nature of this accelerated
session tempt her into varying too much from her tried and true
technique. For the same reason, she wouldn't use the olfactory
mask, or the taster tube on the poor girl and overwhelm her with
too many stimuli. That could wait for later sessions. No. The tapes
she had so far would be enough. She could supplement them with a
live session if she felt it necessary.
She loaded the tapes and keyed in the code that would unlock
the controls for the chairs active features. Sandy would man the
main controls, freeing her to watch the session and evaluate
Danielle's responses.
"Okay, dear," she said to her lieutenant as she moved to stand
next to Danielle's bound body. "We're all ready to go. Turn on the
video, and let's get this show on the road!"
Author's comments......
Well, Sunder is back. For now anyway. Originally this chapter was
going to contain one other part, but I decided that that part could
wait for the next chapter so that I could upload Sunder06 immediately.
Why did this chapter take so long to write?
Well, first, I was busy.
Second, my inspiration, Anonymous the author of Cute, Sunlov, et
all stopped submitting stories.
Third, I wasn't getting any feedback. Not only did the comments dry
up, but while everyone wondered what happened to the above author,
I didn't see one comment wondering what had happened to Sunder.
I don't get paid to write this stuff. I have other things to do.
One of the few satisfactions I do get is in knowing that there are
people out there that enjoy reading this stuff. I WANT TO HEAR FROM
YOU PEOPLE. UPLOAD comments. Upload them as Sundc***. where *** is
a three digit number starting from 001. (its important to do this
as there is a series of old comments using a two digit numbering
system going from 01 to 09 or 10 or something. I'm not sure what.)
While I can not accomodate requests as easily as some of the other
authors, your ideas are inspiring, as are the stories submitted by
the other authors dabbling in this genre. In fact, this installment
is dedicated to all of you who have written any stories or have
made comments either to me, or to any of the other authors that
have been submitting stuff.
So write in. Please. If you've written before, write commenting on
Chp. six and let me know what you think.
If you haven't written before, but have read all the chapters,
write me a commentary on what you think of the story as a whole...
what parts you liked best, what you'd like to have emphasized in
the action.... While I have a direction for the plot, I can add a
lot of little detours to it if something good is suggested. If
there's some kind of scene you really want to see included, all you
have to do is suggest how it could relate to what has happened
already. If you take the trouble to make it compatable with the
plot, I'll take the trouble to fit it into some future chapter.
To the Author of Cute, Sunlov, etc... my latest comment to you,
uploaded a few days ago, says it all. But it wasn't in the
directory yesterday. I hope I didn't screw up the upload. If it
doesn't show up, I'll try uploading it again in a few days.
However, in the meantime I'll repeat one idea....
...if you don't plan to continue Sunlov, I would like to borrow
some of your characters and incorporate them into the Sunder story.
But I'll only do this with your permission.
Hope to hear from as many of you as possible, as soon as
possible....
.....................Anon-sk
10/10/91
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