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Chapter 13
Rendered almost catatonic by her ordeal, Scully put up no resistance as
her bondage was removed and she was led back to her cell on a leash, crawling
on all fours like a good little bitch puppy. Her evening bowl of mush was
waiting for her there and she positively wolfed it down, eager for the relief
that oblivion would provide and, sure enough, just a few seconds after
finishing her meal she felt the chemically-laced food begin to do its work as
she began to slide once more into a very dark pit…
… and then awoke. “Come on bitch, up and into
position one,” she heard a voice say. “Now!” Looking
up from the floor where she had slept Scully saw the man’s whose cock she had
been forced to suck the previous day standing on the other side of the bars that
divided her cage into two.
The previous day!
In a flash all of the memories of the hell that she had experienced the
day before flooded back into her mind and she moaned in terror. “No” Wade
shouted. “No sound. Also, instant obedience.” And,
with these words, he activated Scully’s implant and the abused FBI agent soon
found herself scrambling to avoid the pain by jumping to her feet and standing
with her legs spread wide and her hands clasped behind
her neck, as ordered.
With the slut posed as required, the pet trainer took his time
inspecting the human animal before him, his hands lingering long on its firm,
fleshy tits and equally succulent ass. “You put on one hell of a show for us
yesterday cunt,” he whispered into Scully’s ear. “We were all very pleased with
your performance. Good girl.”
Scully flushed bright red at the words of the patronising bastard
before her. “They had me off balance yesterday,” she thought to herself. “I
didn’t know what to expect from these pricks. But today will be different.
Today I’ll be ready for them. Today they can make me do things but they can’t
make me enjoy them. I swear to God.”
Wade smiled as he observed the internal conflict that was obviously
taking place in Rusty’s mind. “They all think they are special, he mused
inwardly. “Unique. Better than other women. Other people. But they aren’t. The patterns of thought and
behaviour that they exhibit as we begin to train them are really rather
depressingly limited. This bitch thinks that if she concentrates really hard
she can avoid succumbing to the highly-addictive orgasms that we intend to give
her but does she really think she is the first cunt we have ever tamed who
tried to resist with every fibre of her being? We have drugs, we have
psychology, we have pain – any and all of these can be used to produce any
effect in a slut’s mind and body that we desire. And, of course, in this case,
we also know that the animal’s own body will betray its mind, if stimulated in
the right way.”
As he contemplated the futility of Scully’s planned resistance Wade
continued to ‘inspect’ her body, bending forward slightly to suckle on her
tits, whilst stroking her pussy lips with one hand and running his other gently
up and down her back. In spite of her resolve not to submit and the burning
hatred that she harboured for her captors Scully was forced to admit that the
man handling her certainly knew his way around a woman’s body. She mentally
shook her head at the paradox – the small number of men who she had previously
had sex with had all done their best to bring her as much pleasure as possible
but they had all, without exception, she was forced to admit to herself, been
crap. Utterly, completely crap. But this monster in front of her (and now
behind her, touching her, stroking her, controlling her!) somehow had the gift
of understanding Scully’s body better than even she did. He knew where to touch
her and how and when and he was patient and even gentle, provided that she was
well behaved and stayed in position as ordered.
After several minutes of being handled Scully started to feel a growing warmth in her loins. “No!” she screamed inside,
yet again. “No. I won’t enjoy having this monster’s hands on me. Being pawed
like this is making me sick to my stomach, not aroused. I hate what is
happening to me, I hate what is happening to me, I hate…”
Scully’s newfound mantra was stopped, however, by her trainer’s
decision that she had apparently had enough stimulation for one session.
“Down,” he commanded and, once Scully was on all fours, he attached a leash to
her collar and led her out of her cell.
Once fed, bathed and shaved, Scully was then subjected to a repeat of
the rigorous training session that she had experienced the same time the
previous morning with her trainer ordering her to instantly adopt the many
provocative positions that she was required to master and punishing her for
failure or lack of enthusiasm. “They’re conditioning me like a fucking lab
rat,” was about the only conscious thought that Scully had time to think as she
was relentlessly drilled in the postures of a well-trained slut.
After two hours of hard work Scully’s trainer left the room, only to
return minutes later with the Asian slut called Honey in tow. Scully’s heart
missed a beat as she recalled how the horny Oriental had licked her pussy and
made her cum the previous day. “I won’t enjoy it today,” she began to say to
herself. “These bastards aren’t going to beat me. I’m not going to get off on
having another woman play with my cunt. I’m not going to let it happen.”
Laughing to himself at the expression of determination on his newest
pet’s face Wade began to make the necessary preparations for her latest defeat.
Scully’s hands were cuffed in front of her and her legs were kept wide apart by
a spreader bar attached to her ankles She was then bent over a waist-high
pommel horse and her cuffs were attached to an eyebolt in the floor. Thus
immobilised, Scully could only await her fate, whilst doggedly reciting her
mantra: “I am not going to like this, I hate these bastards
and what they are doing to me. I am not going to like this…”
“Alright Honey, get to work,” Scully heard her torturer’s voice behind
her say. “I want an orgasm out of this slut in under
five minutes or you’ll get to spend 24 hours in the hole.”
The naked Asian pet jumped quickly to work on hearing these words and
was soon subjecting Scully’s cunt to another exquisite tongue bath. Although
resolved to resist these ministrations Scully was troubled by something,
however. “The hole, what the hell is the hole?” she thought to herself. “If I
resist then poor Moon-Leng will be punished and 24 hours of punishment in some
place called the hole doesn’t sound like a picnic. Christ, what can I do?”
The captive FBI agent’s resolve weakened temporarily as she realised
that, in order to avoid subjecting the once successful Asian businesswoman to
what sounded like a horrific punishment, she would have to submit and allow
herself to be brought to orgasm and, as she did, Honey’s talented tongue made
contact with Scully’s clitoris for the first time. “Oh,” Scully moaned,
allowing herself to enjoy what was happening to her,
just for a moment. But then a second thought occurred to the soon-to-be-slut
who still thought of herself as an independent woman with a mind of her own.
“My escape plan, I’d forgotten about my escape plan,” she thought, through a
rising tide of lust as Honey continued to do what she did best. “I have to
convince my captors that I have accepted my fate as a docile pet slut in order
to be allowed to roam around this place on my own and find a way out.”
“Oh yes,” Scully moaned the next time the tongue working her cunt
flickered across her clit. “Oh God yes!” This moan of
lust was only partially because the sensations that she was experiencing were
undeniably pleasurable, however, because the feisty redhead had hit upon a
simple plan to maintain her independence in the face of the determined assault
on her sex from her captors: she was going to fake it.
Scully’s moans of lust grew progressively louder over the next few
minutes and then, when she judged that they were getting dangerously close to
the five-minute mark, she let rip. “Oh yeeessssssssss!” she screamed. “I’m
cumming!!! Oh Christ Almighty, I’m cumming!!!!!” As she yelled out her faked
surrender Scully arched her body the way she had done in earnest the previous
evening and then, after holding the pose for a few seconds, slumped into her
restraints.
Honey the Asian slut sat back on her haunches as Scully went through
her performance and when she was done Wade came around to the front of Scully
and unhooked her handcuffs from the eyebolt in the floor. Then, sitting on a
chair in front of the restrained slut, he pulled Scully’s head up until they
were looking into each other’s eyes.
“Pathetic,” he said, the disdain obvious in his voice. “You call that a
convincing orgasm? You couldn’t convince the fucking Pope that you had just cum
with that sort of performance.”
Scully gazed back at her captor in shock. She had thought that her
pretend orgasm had been utterly convincing but her trainer had seen right
through the pretence as though she had been a little girl playing make-believe.
“Now, Honey, get back to work,” Wade commanded, holding Scully’s upper
body horizontal as he did so by pulling her chin up with one hand and reaching
beneath her to fondle a provocative nipple with the other. “And this time
Rusty, you deceitful little slut, you will give yourself fully and without
restraint or little Honey back there will suffer more pain than you can even
imagine.”
A chill ran through Scully as she felt her cunt once again begin to
experience the touch of the Asian pussylicker. “What the fuck should I do?” she
thought desperately to herself. “I swore I wouldn’t allow myself to cum again
at the hands of these fiends but if I don’t then the poor creature behind me
will be tortured. Can I sacrifice her just because by so doing I might possibly
increase my own chances of escape?”
As her train of logic reached its inexorable conclusion Scully realised
that she was going to have to give in (“Just this one more time,” she thought
to herself.) in order both to save the unfortunate Oriental pet from needless
suffering and to convince her male torturer that he had won.
Forcing herself to relax, therefore, Rusty opened her mind to the
delicious sensation of having a truly first-class cuntlapper going to work on
her. Honey’s tongue oscillated wonderfully between clit and cunt lips and her
delicate Oriental fingers began to insinuate themselves gently deep inside Scully
pussy, which actions soon began to draw genuine moans of lust from the helpless
redhead.
As he sensed that Rusty’s first real orgasm of the day was starting to
come closer Wade stroked her hair back from her face and looked deep into her
eyes. “That’s right pet, just let it happen,” he crooned. “Resisting does no
one any good, now does it? Just let the orgasm happen, let it live, let it breath.”
Just as Scully was on the brink of surrendering to her needy cunt,
however, her trainer ordered: “Honey, stop,” and the Asian pet did so
immediately. “Wha… ?” Scully gasped, gazing up into
her abductor’s eyes. “Now ask for it,” he explained. “Beg. And make sure your
plea is genuine or Honey gets it.”
Scully’s mind froze for what seemed like an eternity to the suffering
captive. After having surrendered to the cuntlicking that had brought her to
the point of orgasm she really, really did need to cum, and soon. And she
didn’t want her fellow victim to suffer on her account. But
to beg for the chance to cum? And mean it (because her trainer would
surely know if she was lying)?
Once again Scully’s highly-trained mind analysed the situation as
rationally as circumstances allowed and once again she was forced to conclude
that surrender, albeit of a temporary nature, was the only sensible option.
“Please, Sir,” she eventually whispered. “Please may I cum?”
“Tell me what you are first,” Wade replied as he continued to fondle
Scully’s wonderfully perky tits. “I’m a slut, Sir,” the captive redhead beneath
him answered promptly, repeating the conversation she had been forced to
participate in the previous evening. “Yes, I know that, slut,” Wade laughed. “I
want to know what else you are.”
Scully paused for a moment, her mind racing, and then: “I’m a bitch,
Sir. A whore. A cunt.”
“Oh, good girl,” the slutmaker said, smiling, “You are a fast learner.
Now, tell me what your name is.”
“Oh, you sadistic prick,” thought Scully, but she didn’t say it. There
was another pause that seemed to go on forever and then, in a very small voice,
the redhead conceded utter defeat. “My name is Rusty, Sir, and I’m your bitch.”
The beaten woman then tried to hang her head in shame but her trainer
was having none of it and continued to hold her head high, gazing into her eyes
and savouring the luxury of such a complete victory.
“Honey, come here,” he then said, breaking out of his reverie. “I want
you to play kissyface with Rusty here and also see that those nipples get the
stimulation they deserve. I think I can take care of this cunt’s other needs.”
And, with that, the male trainer and his Asian pet swapped places and
Scully soon felt the tip of Wade’s prick pressing against the by now very well
lubricated entrance to her cunt. She was then temporarily distracted, however,
by the arrival of Honey’s delicate Oriental lips on her face. In spite of all
the shameful sexual acts that she had been forced to participate in since her
capture there was something horribly intimate about the thought of kissing
another woman and Scully tried to move her face away from that of the Oriental
slut but Wade noticed this immediately and warned, “Kiss her, Rusty, and with
all the enthusiasm you can muster, or you don’t get to cum.”
Conceding yet another in what was turning out to be a very long list of
defeats, therefore, Scully opened her mouth wide and was soon involved in a
serious tongue wresting match with the eager tamed submissive. Once satisfied
that his newest trainee was doing what she was told, Wade thrust home. “Christ,
what a great cunt!” he shouted as his prick penetrated Rusty’s pussy until it
was buried up to the hilt. “I’m going to make sure I fuck you at least once a
day, every day, for as long as your training lasts,
and I’m sure I won’t be the only one who will need regular access to your charms.
You are surely the hottest slut we have ever had in this place. I can’t believe
this is only day two of your training.”
Scully’s cheeks once again burned in shame at these words but another
part of her mind simply didn’t care any more as she felt her latest orgasm
begin to rise within her. Her rapist’s prick was by no means on the small side
and the sensation of a good hard dick filling up her pussy was producing
feelings that would have been of pure joy had it been a lover producing them.
“But it isn’t a lover who is getting me off big time, it is a man who
is going to turn me into an obedient slut if it is the last thing he does,” the
restrained redhead thought to herself through the haze of her rising lust. “Is
this really my fate? Is there any way I can escape?? Help me, God, help me
please.”
Once again, however, the Almighty either did not hear Scully’s plea or
chose to ignore it and seconds later yet another tidal wave of orgiastic
pleasure hit the bound woman. The contractions in Scully’s womb that this
produced set Wade off, in turn, and he shot his seed deep into her cunt with a
loud moan of satisfaction.
Chapter 14
And then Scully’s training continued, except apparently now her owners
were happy that she could be relied upon to pose herself on command because the
latest session in the re-education of Dana Scully consisted of teaching her to
dance. She was led on a leash into a training room that had been mocked up to
look like a lap and pole dancing club and, once inside, Scully’s trainer handed
her a small bundle of clothing.
Scully realised with a start as it became clear that she was supposed
to get dressed for her latest ordeal just how quickly she had got used to being
naked in the presence of her captors; indeed, the idea of putting clothes on
again seemed rather strange. Knowing that she would suffer if she refused, or
even hesitated appreciably, however, the abducted FBI agent soon began to dress
in the obscene outfit provided, ‘helped’ throughout the process by an eager
trainer.
Once Scully had been dressed to please her owner led her over to one
wall of the training room and had her stand in front of a full-length mirror.
The female who looked back at the FBI agent from this mirror was barely
recognisable as the poised, intelligent, educated career woman who had been
taken into captivity barely three days previously. Scully’s gasped as the
reflection revealed a hot and horny slut, dressed in a black lace push-up bra;
a microscopically short tartan kilt that did almost nothing to conceal a pair
of black thong panties; a pair of black fishnet hold-up stockings and the six
inch high heels that she had been forced to wear since her capture. And there
was also something else: the old Dana Scully would never have dressed like this
in a million years but the reflection looking back at her from the mirror was
that of a smouldering slut who was used to getting great sex but was always in
the market for more. Scully could, at the moment, have been dumped on any
streetcorner or in any seedy bar or ‘dancing’ club and fitted right in.
“And now,” Wade said, grinning as he admired the wonderful view, “time
to teach you some, shall we say, dance steps. Randi, up!”
At this last command a woman who had been kneeling in a far corner of
the training room out of Scully’s line of vision leapt to her feet and
positively ran over to where her master was standing. Scully noted that this
latest pet slut was, yet again, a real beauty with cheekbones sharp enough to
cut yourself on and a petite, slender figure that would have most men
salivating. She was also dressed in exactly the same outfit as the redhead.
“This is your dance teacher, Randi,” Wade explained to his newest pet.
“Believe it or not she was once a famous Russian ballet dancer,
feted the world over, until one of our most senior members took a fancy to her.
She was his personal playing for almost three years until he tired of her and
sent her back to this training complex to help with our remedial slut training
work.”
As the pet trainer spoke Scully stared at the Russian pet standing
before her and, as the dominant male casually referred to her capture and use
the FBI agent swore that, just for a second, she saw an expression of agony
cross the Slavic beauty’s face.
“Now, Rusty, little bitch,” Randi here is
going to teach you how to dance for the amusement of your betters,” Wade said,
gesturing towards the pole in the centre of the room. “By the time we have
finished with you, you are going to have learnt so many essential skills. You
should really thank us, you know!”
Scully’s hatred for the laughing bastard in front of her flared anew at
these sarcastic comments but she neither said nor did anything, knowing that
obvious resistance would only bring pain.
The Russian dance mistress then began to teach her how to strut and
strip like a cheap whore whilst an appreciate audience of one whooped and
hollered at each successfully accomplished bump and grind, sipping from a
bottle of beer as he did so.
After an hour of so of basic training, by which time Scully had managed
to master the basics but was scarcely performing with the enthusiasm required,
Wade decided that it was time to break down another barrier.
“Randi, position five,” he commanded and the Russian pet, who was by now completely naked apart from her collar and heels, immediately lay flat on her back with arms and legs spreadeagled. “Now Rusty, you have had your pussy licked several times since we began your training and I think it’s only fair that you began to return some of those favours, especially since Randi here has worked so hard teach you how to be a hot little stripper slut,” Scully’s trainer said, grinning.
The redhead felt a dull weight of pain in her gut at this announcement.
She had know, of course, that sooner or later she would be ordered to lick
another slut’s pussy but it was still a task that she viewed with extreme
distaste. “But I must obey,” she thought to herself. “And I must try to make it
convincing. At least I won’t cum myself when I’m bringing this Russian bitch
off.”
And so the once proud Dana Scully got down on her hands and knees and
positioned her head between the widely spread thighs of the Russian dance
teacher. After a moment’s hesitation she then began to lick at the shaved slit
in front of her, noticing as she did that her trainer had joined the two women
on the floor and was taking a close interest in proceedings. “That’s it, get
into a nice steady rhythm,” he advised as Scully began to lap away and Randi
began to moan quietly to herself. “Now move your tongue up a bit and begin to
tease this slut’s clit. Now slide a finger inside her cunt.”
Scully did as commanded and noticed as she did that the moans of the
woman spread beneath her were starting to become both louder and more frequent.
Concentrating on the task at hand, Scully felt almost proud of herself – here she was successfully bringing another slave
slut off whilst remaining in full control of her faculties.
Even as she thought this, however, she felt a hand begin to stroke her
thigh. “Now, my pet, you didn’t think that I’d forget your pleasure, did you?”
her trainer asked as his hand moved gently up to her cunt. “As you bring Randi
here off I am going to ease you steadily towards orgasm and please don’t forget
the lesson you learnt this morning – you will give yourself fully and freely
because I will be able to tell if you don’t and it will be Randi here who will
pay for your crime.”
At these words Scully felt something close to total despair. Her
captors were completely fucking relentless, she thought, and they were not
going to give her an inch. As the moans of the Russian pet became louder Scully
tried to concentrate on bringing her off as quickly as possible in order to
escape the consequences of yet another enforced orgasm but Wade’s manipulation of
Rusty’s cunt and clit was far more skilful than the redheaded pet’s very first
attempt to suck off another woman and so soon both bitches were moaning and
writhing almost in unison.
As her latest orgasm hit Scully felt as though she were on another
plane of existence, looking down on the tableau of which she was an integral
part from above. She felt controlled. Her tongue was busy lapping at the pussy
of another helpless slut. She didn’t want it to but the man behind her had
ordered her to do it and she had no alternative but to obey. And this same man
was expertly teasing her cunt into complete, abject surrender. She didn’t want
him too but, once again, she simply had no choice in the matter. Her options
were limited to the point of non-existence. She had to obey. No choice. No
alternatives. No hope. Rusty’s latest orgasm was, of course, the strongest yet,
something that she wouldn’t have thought was even possible after the truly
spectacular cums she had experienced beforehand.
Wade looked down at the two satisfied women beneath him, his cock as
hard as rock within his pants. He wanted Rusty to satisfy him and he knew, of
course, that in this case what he wanted he could have. But first, he thought
to himself, I’d like to see the slut dance…
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