The Awakening    -  Chapter IV

One day a guard came to our cell in the morning and took Susan away. Some of the other women in our hall were also taken away that morning leaving only one girl per cell. I never saw any of the women or Susan again for weeks.
I, on the other hand, was placed in very tight leather corsets that were locked on with a steel corset cover – making it impossible to remove. Over the next few weeks, my natural waist decreased in size, with the ever-tightening training corsets we all were forced to wear for 23 hours per day. At night we were all placed in full-length training corsets from our necks to our ankles. We were like dolls, unable to move our bodies secured to our beds each night by the handy restraints welded on each bed frame. We, women, were put in ugly diapers while wearing the sleeping corsets in case we soiled ourselves at night. The corsets were extremely uncomfortable to wear. They were lined with thick latex rubber throughout the inside further causing discomfort and more suffering. Our hands were free, but since our ankles and collars were secured to the bed, and locked - we were immobilized. Anyone who complained quickly found themselves locked into punishment hoods, lined with rubber and sporting a nice big penis gag to chew on during the night. I quickly learned to hold my complaints.
It had been weeks maybe even months since I was taken. Time for me stood still as it did for the others. Again, one day our guards came in the morning, each guard had a hooded girl on a leash. I instantly recognized the shapely body of my partner Susan. I could see that her body had been pierced and gold jewels adorned her belly button, more gold rings in her cunt lips reflected in the light. Her cunt was as bald as a baby's bottom, as all her hair had been permanently removed below. I quickly noticed something silver and shiny on her upper crotch, but I was uncertain what it was. Since she was nude as the others I could see fresh whip marks on her ass cheeks and upper thighs. She moaned as the guard pushed her down on the rubber bed, and locked her into a spread position. I could now see the strange contraption covering her pussy. It was a stainless-steel guard which seemed to be secured in place by a tiny little lock fully covering her clitoris with a rod disappearing in her vagina.
Susan heard my voice as I spoke to her, of course, she could not reply as I could see the outline of a gag under her rubber hood. The guard removed my long corset releasing me from my daily bondage.
Upon release, I further could see that Susan’s pussy lips had not only the strange cover over her clit but had more rings were below the device. I thought “Oh God, what pain she had to endure with the piercings!” Next the guard took a leash and led me off with the others women to a place unknown.
We were led to a previously unknown corridor behind a large iron door. As we were pulled by our leashes still nude and wet dripping from the rubber corsets, we saw a row of half beds or racks firmly secured to the wall. Secured to these were other women. Their necks held by their collars with a chain to the wall, their arms were held by very short chains to the ground. All had their legs held high by their ankles up over their heads and were chained in place. Their bare cunts held open and spread from the position they were in. Their heads encased in steel helmets hiding all their faces. A small thickly padded kneeling stool was on the ground in front of each of them. Already fearful of the next adventure I already knew where this was going. The tall man whom I had first seen in the dungeon weeks ago stood there wearing a bright green leather suit, still wearing a short whip on his belt as before. As we watched in horror he began to speak.
“SLAVES” he said, “I am Master and owner of this place. You have been chosen by us and in time will be sold at a high price to affluent buyers all over the world. You have completed some of your necessary training, but in the following weeks, you will be trained to service, satisfy and learn to enjoy the company of your future owners Master or Mistress alike. Some of you will surely embrace your new lives and training – while others my not at first. I will assure you that you will learn to OBEY and perform as required. I pride myself by offering to our clients the cream of the crop of eligible women. These sluts you see chained to the wall are orgasmic whores. They have learned that they live only to experience pleasure, far beyond the ones of the flesh alone. Many of these sluts have been with me for years some even decades, many may be old enough to be your mother. Jokingly he mused – some maybe!
Here today you five will learn to enjoy the taste of a woman. Each slut here has a unique flavor as you will soon explore. They are brought up from the holding area from level 6, where they live. Each gets fucked often, some even get cleaned as often, some may not. We have many male guards who enjoy their work here and need sexual release which they are encouraged to do as often as they like with these whores. These bitches live to be used, fucked and abused, and have no will to leave. They are well taken care of.
They receive daily exercise, health checks, good food, all the sex they desire and more. Why would these women of the street want to leave what they have? In another corridor, we have 5 male whores who also are kept by us as practice tools for you newbies. They were chosen for their penis size.
They too are kept in bondage much of the time and remain caged in chastity devices until needed. You ladies will learn to enjoy their tools as well.

1. Adam has a 5.5-inch tool, which many of you are familiar with. Average!
2. Steven's tool is slightly longer and thicker at the base.
3. Brian sports a 7” inch slender dick and enjoys butt fucks, and deep oral service.
4. Bob has a 7.5’ inch cock, you larger whores may enjoy his larger girth.
5. We call John big-boy; he is fun to see at work with his huge 9-inch destroyer.
   You all will learn from my boy-whores orally, anally and of course in your fuck holes. My right hand is Mistress Hildegard, some of you know of her already. She too has a pussy that requires oral services. Once you are held worthy of my attention – I will test you myself and determine where your talent lies. I have several other centers some of which need female cunts to become sex whores if you can’t be sold.
   You may not know this but we have one slave who has disappointed me for over a year. She has endured more pain and suffering than most women can endure in a lifetime. She has been tattooed, branded with my initials with a hot iron, had her tongue split, and pierced, her nose ringed, her cunt lips pierced with 10 rings, along with her clitoral and hood. She has endured hundreds of hours in strict bondage, floggings and whipping every day for a year, and yet she remains unbroken. Next week however she will suffer one of the most horrible tortures ever devised by a man for a woman.
   I had a coffin made to encase this little cunt. The box has been lined in a custom form which was molded to her body. She will be encased in a full-body corset, including a form-fitting hood, a feeder gag an exact copy of my cock will be pushed into her mouth. Some of you have had the pleasure of enjoying a gag like that before. Her eyes will be blinded by special contacts leaving her in the dark. Her ears will have tiny earpieces placed inside and then her ears will be filled with wax. Her head will be shaved so the rubber-lined hood will encase her head even tighter. Her pussy will have a large electrified, and expandable plug glued in with medical glue. Her asshole will be stretched to accommodate a huge plug the size of a large dildo. Through her gag, she will be fed substances to retain her health, weight, and life. Pure oxygen will be constantly forced into her nasal tubes to keep her senses in perfect order. She will have her colon rinsed by machine twice per day.
   The little bitch will have a special bra under her corset which will have electrically wired nipple shields with suction cups which will milk her nipples often.
   A custom vibrator and shocker will be glued to her clitoris and the entire device will be controlled by a computer program that I wrote myself. Her skin has been treated with a special coating which will keep it safe from the long days and weeks in her rubber prison.
   Her coffin will be lowered into a deep hole and covered with soundproofing. She will lay there held firmly still with only my voice repeating OBEY you must and will OBEY. Her only form of human senses will be her breathing, in and out, never knowing where she was, what pain or intense pleasure she would suffer next, how long she will be held as she is, and the everlasting pulsating suction on her nipples, which eventually will induce milk production. From time to time I shall speak to her through the computer and tell her what she is to suffer next. Vaguely in time telling her that she is buried deep in the ground and may never be free! The hood will show me her brain waves as her torments continue day and night. Hydraulic pressure will expand the panels in her corset at her waist as her days and weeks go by, forcing her waist to ever-smaller sizes. In time her brain waves will become much weaker as she is being transferred into a living doll-like object – a basic electronic lobotomy. In time I shall release her from her prison and retrain her body and mind to obey my every word or order. So, cunts – do not disappoint me!”
   With that, he told the guards to place us in front of the women, and begin to learn our lessons in female pleasure! This pleasure would not be mine I thought to myself!
   The guards forced us to kneel, secured our wrist to the boards on the sides of the bound women's asses. They took a steel wire hooked it to the front of our collars and pulled hard. As the wire shortened it was pulled through a loop in front of where the women were strapped on their backs - which forced our faces forward and into their waiting pussies. A sharp crack of a cane on our asses instantly made us push our faces into their dripping cunts. My girl must have just been fucked well as I could taste on my tongue her juices along with a familiar salty taste of male sperm.
   After an hour of service, with our faces full of female juices, we were given a break of ten minutes each. We were then rotated to begin again and again as the hours past. By the end of our day, our knees were sore and our tongues felt as if they were to fall off, some were even swollen, and the others could barely speak. The five of us were taken back to our cells where a meal waited. I thought to myself - Fuck it had to be fish! Some joke!

1.       The Awakening - Chapter V

As the next few weeks passed, I often thought of the poor woman buried deep somewhere here in the bowels of this place. What was she thinking, how could she survive? What sort of person would torture a woman to that extreme? Why would she continue to disobey full knowing that she would endure unfathomable tortures?
Unlike her, my days were filled with eating clean and dirty cunts. Sucking the cocks of the five men, getting used to the boys using my open, mouth and asshole for their lustful pleasures, and even letting the guards have their way with me.
Swallowing cum was becoming natural for me. Although Bob's and John's tools were too big to take in my throat, I could take Bob's thick cock up my ass. Adams 5.5 was easy in every opening while Stevens was OK with a little work. Brian 7 inch tool was slender enough for my throat with some work, but I choked often as he pushed it into my mouth. His slender cock fit into my asshole with ease, and with a little lube. His 7” inches did fit my cunt, but it often hit my uterus causing some pain and eventual discomfort. As a woman I felt a little bad for Bob and John, these boys were too much for most girls to handle unless the girl liked it up the ass as her main pleasure.
In week 17, I was taken back to see the Doctor along with the others. To the horror of all, we soon were strapped to the OB/GYN bench, our legs were forced wide and strapped tightly apart. We were shaved clean and then our hair stubs were removed by a laser. The doctor was quick to pierce and install rings into our pussies. The stainless-steel chastity device, however, was a separate issue. The device fully covered our clitoris and clitoral hoods. It was held firmly in place leaving little if any room for movement. A tiny lock was threaded through its hole and our clitoral hoods making certain that none of us would or could derive any pleasure from our natural womanhood. A gold tag was left hanging from my lock with my name and number on it. Our slave number was tattooed on the back of our necks, and our upper left ass cheeks. Now we were numbered! Finally, a tracking chip was placed surgically into each of our uterus's. These trackers left it impossible for any of us to ever run away from this future we were now guaranteed to live till our dying day.
Several photos were taken of us during the next few weeks, These included close-ups of our pussies, rings, nipples tits, tattoos, and faces, with more of us wearing corsets, rubber dresses, even girdles with garters, chastity belts, harnesses, plastic panties, and maids uniforms.
They took short movie clips of us sucking cock, taking it in our asses, cunts, and eating pussy. Our tolerance for pain was also measured through the use of canes, whips, paddles, and straps leaving us bruised, and raw. We were filmed and photographed in every possible position.
We learned that our photos and movies were being distributed on the dark web and that an auction date would be announced soon. Now all ten of us were being kept in a single cell. Our pussies remained locked in the clitoral control device, and we were becoming bitchy due to a lack of sexual release. Often, we were corseted for hours, some were whipped just for cause, while the guards continued to enjoy our asses and mouths. As the dreaded auction drew near – we were allowed to heal and use make-up which allowed us once again to feel as women, not just property.
Each of us were called to the Masters Quarters for our test. One at a time we were judged on our abilities to suck, swallow, lick and fuck his tool. He enjoyed making us squirm and left us tied both before and after use. He took notes on our behavior, attitude, and willingness to please in every way. Master was not a little man in the tool department. He forced his cock deep into my throat and held my head as his load emptied into me from his throbbing, thick cock. I did everything I could to keep from choking, allowing him to finish as I cried and my face reddened. Just as I began to believe that my “test” was over, Master touched a button near his bed. Minutes later Mistress Hildegard walked into his bed-chamber. She wore a form-fitting red rubber catsuit with an incredible tight black leather corset laced on. I had remained on my knees and was still crying some from having to swallow so much of his goo. She strutted over to where I was and said to Master, “Sir are you finished with this whore?” To which he replied, “Of course, let me see how she can please you, my dear!” Mistress said that she had just finished whipping some of the new slave sluts which were just unloaded that morning, and was soaked inside her latex rubber catsuit, with her pussy feeling kind of randy from whipping the new girls! I looked up at her crotch as she began to unzip her suit. The Mistress lay upon the Masters's bed and spread her legs wide while motioning me to begin her pleasure. As my face and nose closed in on her dripping wet crotch, I could smell her scent permeating my nostrils. As my tongue began to flick at her clit hood and suck on her pussy lips, I could taste the pungent juices of her wet cunt. I could smell a combination of Latex rubber, her sweat, with a hint of fishiness a girl gets after a hard workout
As I continued my new job eating her cunt to perfection – she often moaned and bucked her hips into my waiting face. Her rubber covered legs of her suit brushed the sides of my face as she closed her legs around my head. Her latex rubber suit encased legs helping to lock me into the position. I had eaten her pussy before – but that was after she had bathed. That time her cunt smelled sweet and clean, unlike her that day.
As Mistress began to get excited, Master took a cane and began to whip my ass – hard! My short yelps and screams were muffled by her pussy lips and I eagerly ate away much harder.
The combination of my pain and suffering and my licking and sucking soon put her over the edge and she exploded into my mouth and face. I had up until that time only heard of a woman having a streaming climax shooting female cum flowing out of her cunt – Finally, I was thankful that it was over as Master stopped his assault on my poor ass!
As I was instructed to stop, the Master's tool again was hard and pointing in my direction. Without a word, I keeled in front of him and took his tool into my now wet and tired mouth. He too had been primed by the action on his bed and was quick to unload another stream of hot sticky juice into my now aching mouth and throat.
As I was being taken back to my cell – I heard the Master say to Mistress –“ Hildy, you did a fine job with this one. The video of her in action should raise her price by tens of thousands!”
Once in my cell, I thought about this man as I recalled what he had done to the poor woman still buried somewhere here in the cold ground. I thought about her horror, and of the coffin, she was confined in! The thought of that poor helpless and tortured woman should be difficult to forget by anyone with feelings. I wondered what had happened so long ago with the woman in the hanging cage, was she the girl in the coffin? My curiosity was killing me and under threat of severe punishment, I asked my guard about the woman in the hanging cage.
I had come to know the guards and knew that they as most men could easily be enticed with the promise of a blow job, this boy was no different! I promised to provide him with all the pleasure my mouth could provide for a bit of information – He got his suck job, and I got what I wanted. The guard informed me that the girl in the cage several weeks ago had been previously sold to an affluent client who owned a private island and had two other slaves. This woman was the younger of the others, but upon her arrival in paradise, she refused many of her owner’s orders or instructions. Since he had paid over 80 thousand Euros for this slave, he returned her for more intensive training. His instruction was to sexually break her, have all her teeth removed to add to his pleasure and as a lesson to her. She would be branded with his name, after another year of extensive discipline and further education.
Upon the completion of her further “education” she would be informed that if she was returned for any reason – her clitoris would be removed, her cunt sewn shut and her vocal cords permanently disabled leaving her a mute! OMG, I could not believe my ears – as his story finished. I saliently began to cry that night as I knew that slavery would be my forever future. I had no choice at all but to begin to confront my fear and hope that whoever purchased me – would be a good, fair, and merciful owner.

The Awakening   - Chapter VI

I had no idea what day or what month it was by now. I felt as if had been a year since I smelled fresh air, saw real sunlight, and felt its warmth on my skin. I had been with the others below ground somewhere on this earth, I did not even know what country or continent we were being kept at. I had once hoped that someone at my job would have contacted the authorities to report me missing. I wished that my mother was still alive and that I had not been such a bitch to my father. I had fought with my dad during his visit two months before and called him a misogynistic pig! I told him that I wanted no further contact with him. I never had a steady boy- toy to please me when I wanted sex. I knew that with the fuck hole between my legs, my blond hair, great firm tits, good looks, and superb figure I could have just about any guy I wanted with just a wink.
Now that I had been humiliated, objectified, whipped, tortured, pierced and forced to open my body, mouth, asshole to both men and bisexual/lesbians, things were different. I had been severely corseted and had become used to spending hours, days or even nights chained or in rubber. I had been reduced to a slave and would soon be sold like an animal, a human cow to be used or even bred. I wondered if I would ever be free again, or see any of my poor sisters? We would all soon meet our faith with our owners. Why had no one searched for us, why? How could this be happening to us in 2020? At least I thought I was still living in 2020 or was it now 2021?
As I daydreamed on – I heard the speakers call out “Slaves, 8700, through 8710, report immediately to the dressing area.” Our cell doors unlocked and I could see two guards ushering us down the corridor towards the dressing area rooms. Once we arrived we saw several more guards and Mistress Hildegard standing by the Master’s side. Clothing was laid out along a long table with our slave numbers on the tags. We were told to strip off our rubber day suits, and put on the clothing identified for us. We had been reunited with our partners and I looked at slave 8701 (Susan) who looked at me in horror. She was to wear a black French Maid uniform, with incredibly high black heels, fishnet stocking, frilly tight white rubber panties, a clear latex face-mask, along with a cap and open nipple bra. I did not feel pity for her, as in front of me lay a stainless-steel chastity belt, steel bra, with open nipple cups, and a leather corset in an incredibly small size.
As we looked at the others we could see a rubber baby outfit, schoolgirls, a nun, tiger, dog, and cow as well as a stripper pole, and farm-girl outfit. All of us were thinking what the fuck – are we going to a masquerade ball? Our thoughts were wrong – it was to be the beginning of our auction!
After getting dressed in these outfits - one by one we were taken to a table and chair where a slave girl put on our make-up, combing, brushing and styling our hair. Once completed, our ankles were chained with steel cuff, and then our steel collars were chained to each other one by one. We were then led to the camera room where our collars were quickly chained to an overhead shaft allowing us to move from one area to the next, but unable to run, backup or evade.
Three large monitors were set up so we could be seen, front, back, and face as we were moved into position to be auctioned off. The old fully nude photos which were taken long ago were prominently displayed on the bottom of the screens. The woman’s age, nationality, bust, waist, hip, height, weight size was also clearly displayed. Even the measurements of our pussy/asshole tightness and blood type were there for review. As we were paraded past the cameras, we could see opening bids, and those bids rapidly escalating. We had no idea who the buyers would be, were they male, female, couples or worse, or where we would be shipped to once we were sold.
My bid slowed at 114,000 dollars. Suddenly Master took a large dildo almost 8” inches long and forced it down my throat, telling me to hold it there until he removed it. My mouth was dry and it was painful as it was shoved into my throat, but I took it and held it until my face turned bright red from the pain and lack of air. It seemed to me like hours when it was only a minute or two before it was pulled from me. As my face contorted – I could see my bids increase to $125, then $128 and finally to 140 thousand dollars! “SOLD” was all I heard while almost collapsing, as my knees felt weak.
As I was taken still in chains, the nasty bra, corset, and belt to a seat – I was locked in place. I saw (Susan) Slave 8701 next on the block. Her rubber undies rustled as she walked. She had begun to cry a little, with tears rolling down her rubber covered face mask. Her legs wobbled a little from the height of her heels, and her tits bounced a little as she walked. I heard the auctioneer yell out to one of the guards ordering him to slap her ass with his English cane. The guard approached slave 8701, she was ordered to bend over, and 5 quick smacks landed across her tight white rubber panty. Susan did not move an inch, as the camera closed on her rubber pants showing the new bright red welts which had risen on both sides of her panty. We knew that under the rubber pants her butt was also now well marked with deep stripes.
Her bidding which had begun at $75,000 dollars, quickly increased as a higher bids came in for 9,288,100.00 Russian Rubles or about 125,000.00 dollars! “SOLD,” said the auctioneer as the hammer went down! The rest of the women sold quickly as well. We heard - Dollars, Rubles, Euros, Saudi Riyal, and other monies being used for our purchase!
Two slaves were purchased together by the same bidder – a black, lesbian Mistress in Kenya. These two were the ones who were shamefully suited in the rubber Dog and the Cow suits. We later heard that the black woman enjoyed caning and whipping white girls because our asses showed deep raised bloody red welts better than women of color!
We all were returned to our cells after we were again stripped nude. All of us were chained to our rubber beds as was the policy after being sold. We were told that tomorrow we will be prepared for shipment in custom made to measure, sealed international coffins. The coffins included life support, and waste management, for our journey. We would be drugged and tightly restrained inside these boxes, so no discernible noise could be heard on the outside or during our transport. Each of our enclosures will be marked (Do Not Open “HUMAN REMAINS” Bio Hazard).
As I digested my transport to my new owner(s) I candidly thought to myself – at least this time I will be drugged for the butt plugging, hood, and gag which I know will be an integral part of my transport. I sighed both in fear and wondered how these things could be happening in today’s modern world?

None of this Fantasy Story may be used without the explicit permission of the author – or authors representative. Written by Master LatexHer 04/20/2020

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