Chapter 1

 

It was just after midnight as the late model black, BMWz3 cut through the rolling countryside with the ease of an albatross on the Trades. Now a half hour from downtown the driver, the sole occupant of the car, opened the glove box and turned on a signal beacon, allowed it to transmit for five seconds and then shut it down. Now they knew he was coming.

Once in the city he drove the well memorized route to an older, run-down neighbourhood and, off on a side street, parked his car behind an abandoned storefront. With a set of three pass keys he let himself in and relocked the door. In the toilet of the back room the rusted toilet roll holder pulled away to reveal a hidden touch pad. He punched in the ten digit code and the rear wall slid open just enough to squeeze through. It closed automatically once he was on the other side. The tall, well-built stranger looked to be a healthy late forties, early fifties.

He followed the dilapidated hallway to a "T" junction and turned left. There were a pair of lift doors and a thick finger from a huge hand pressed the 'down' button. Descending seven basement levels, just short of 100 feet underground, he stepped off the elevator into a well-lit oak, maple and marble hallway, typical of any well-appointed, modern office building.

Built in a below ground parking deck of a shopping centre turned mall that went bad and shut down, the Women's Slave Training Academy was set up almost two decades ago. Bought by a Saudi land developer acting as a front, and allowed to sit idle for a couple of years before work slowly and very gradually began, the nineteen year old Academy could easily facilitate, house, feed and train up to 225 females of all ages simultaneously.

The Harvester smiled as he approached the young, ring gagged blond he had harvested only six weeks prior.

The beautiful, bald teen was heavily strapped by its torso to a 6" steel pole running floor to ceiling and hung about four feet off the polished marble tiles. Its arms were stringently twisted behind its back with its slender wrists strapped together, bent upwards in a standard Prayer-tie and clipped off to the rear of its 7", boned slave collar. Its entire body from the skull down, to include its eyebrows, had been shaven clean and depilated. Due to the restrictive collar which rose to eight inches in the front, the female was forced to peer down over its high cheek bones to observe its work. Save for its bonds, a pair of silk, shear nude nylons and black leather garter belt, the female was nude. On the floor next to the pole lay a pair of ankle hobbles and toe shoes, apparently the female's size. A short leather leash hung on one side of the pole. A four foot carriage whip on the other.

In front of it a standard desk held a computer, two stacks of forms, one blank the other filled in, and a red button in the far corner. As the female continued to hunt and peck with the big toe of each of its long, slender feet he let his hand slowly slide up its firm thigh and tease its slit. The female drew in a deep breath but remained focused on its task. To stop meant another visit to one of the Punishment Chambers.

As Harvester felt under the thin, fleshy vaginal hood and located the stiff pink bud the slave's nipples slowly arose to full erection and almost as soon as he began to twirl and milk its clit the female's canal became noticeably moist. Inserting first one finger, then two then three deep into it, he pumped slowly to start then quicker while continuing to thumb the clit.

As slaves were forbidden from orgasm during their initial six month training period its body's response was not only immediate but exaggerated. The female could no longer concentrate on typing out the Beating Request and Torture forms with its toes and began to pant wildly. A large string of viscous drool began to ooze from between the thick gaged, steel ring gag wedged between its perfect white teeth and drizzle down between its now heaving breasts. The mouth devise, also known in the trade as a Trainer Gag, was strapped tightly enough around its flushed face that the meat of its cheeks just above and below the leather straps remained white.

Soon a thin layer of sweat covered the entire nude and its crystal blue eyes glazed over and rolled up into the back of its head. In no time he felt the young vaginal walls begin to spasm. He continued his massaging and pumping at a quickened pace until the sex-slave-in-training teetered on the edge of an explosive orgasm. With a sense of timing which only comes from years of training and conditioning young females, Harvester withdrew his hand and slapped it hard across its beautiful face two or three times to bring it down. Sweat and drool sprayed across the room. No longer flushed from arousal, its normally milky-white cheeks were now crimson from the slapping.

He waited for it to regain its composure, wiped a bead of sweat from above its left eye and one at a time he slid his thick fingers between the steel ring gag. The female responded immediately by licking each of his fingers clean, as it had been trained.

"Do you remember me . . ." He peeled back its bottom lip to read the slave serial number tattooed across its bottom gum. ". . .CA-18-06?"

'CA' designated the female was a Capture as opposed to a Commission designated by 'CO' or the extremely rare 'VO' for Volunteer. This particular piece was 18 years old at the time of its harvest and was scheduled to undergo the Academy's standard six month, basic sex slave training course, hence the '06' after which the well-built teen might be shipped to any number of speciality courses. Such courses included but were not limited to, Lesbian Training, Pony Training, Human Toilet & Maid Training or Forniphilia Training where it would be turned into a piece of living human furniture for the use of its owner or owners. All of this would be determined following the seasonal auction as it was better to specialize the stock after it was sold and its new owner decided what to do with it. Regardless of how each young female would spend the remainder of its sexually useful life was no longer in its control, but depended solely on the needs of the Academy.

"Mather . . . yeath Mather. Mather . . . you are the one who . . . who broth me here Mather."

"Yes I did. How are you getting on with your training, 18-06?"

Mather, thank uu fer gifthing me . . . a reethon for livnth, Mather. Mather I pray that one dayth I may be . . . worthy to serth men. . . and women for their sexthual pleasthures, Mather."

He began to slowly twist the still erect, pale pink nipples between his forefingers and thumbs. A renewed wave of pleasure washed over its body.

"What is your thirteenth Zone Of Torture, CA-18-06?"

ZOT's were taught and drummed into them from the second week of training, largely for the ease of the Trainers, Gyno-Vets and Restraints Technicians. A female could be ordered to present a body part for treatment or restraint by zone.

"Mather . . . my thirteenth Thone Of Thorture is the back of my thighs from the hollowths of my kneeths to the lower createths of my assthcheeks, Mather!"

"Very good, cunt. Now get back to work!"

"Yeth . . .Mather." He went to the door several yards behind the sexretary.

"Buzz me in, cunt!"

"Mather . . . yes . . . Mather." The teen raised its right foot, pointed its nylon sheathed toe and pressed the red button. The door opened and he entered.

The sweat-soaked, barely conscious young female slowly resumed typing.

"Good to see you, H! Have a seat." Harvester sat off to the right of the Director in a dark overstuffed chair against the opposite wall of the spacious office. "Drink?"

"What took you? Thought you'd never ask!" The Director reached under his desk and pressed a button. A brief electric spark of electricity was heard from behind the closet door followed by the high-pitched squeal of a gagged, young girl. The closet door slid back and Harvester smiled and shook his head at the Director.

"Always with the toys!"

"Gotta keep the place interesting." A tall, dark-haired, slender girl with obviously enhanced breasts was pinned against the back wall of the small closet. Its large dark eyes grew wide and darted nervously back and forth across the room as the door slid open. The Director pushed a second button and the large metal arm across its face began to slowly swing away withdrawing the curved, over-sized, hard rubber penis from its gapping mouth. The female gasped in air and coughed briefly then, as soon as the steel bands across its shapely thighs and shins slid away, slowly hobbled forward on its toe shoes.

Dressed nearly identical to the slave in reception, seamed, shear-nude stockings and garter belt, its head had not yet been shaved but its ass-length, shining black hair was drawn into a high ponytail on the crown of its skull. It wore a tiny white maid's hat and small white apron whose hem was cut about two inches above its bare, vaginal lips. As with its sister in slavery its arms and wrists were clipped off to its high collar from behind and its elbows were strapped together. This agonized female however, sported two unique features.

One was a customized hobbler bar clamped around its ankles, about fifteen inches in length, with another just above the knees, about ten inches in length. This forced the young girl's knees in and splayed the feet out making it more difficult to walk than had it only been strapped into the impossibly tall 'ballet' or toe shoes.

A third pipe, about two inches in diameter, had been welded to the centre of the knee hobbler and rose to penetrate, fairly deeply from the pained expressions on its youthful face, its vaginal opening so that each time it shuffled forward it raped itself with the polished chrome pipe.

The second more devious, and at least as painful piece of training gear, was its polished brass serving tray. From large rings imbedded deep back in its areole, delicate but sturdy chains descended to the tray strapped so tightly around its already slender waist as to force it to breathe through its ring gag in short gasps and pants as it shuffled along. The weight of the half full scotch bottle and two glasses distorted its nipples horribly and its breasts were like footballs.

The men watched in amusement as the slave painfully negotiated the fifteen or twenty yards to the desk where it obediently stopped in front of the Director. That's when Harvester noticed it. An electrical cable dangled from its anus and snaked back into the closet disappearing into the wall.

The Director took the bottle and glasses, ordered the slave back into its closet and poured. He tossed a file across to his number one man.

At any one time there are several harvesters working for the Company, owners and operators of the W.S.T.A., all over the globe. But there is only one they call, "The Harvester".

With less than a year to retirement and 987 harvests to his credit, this consummate professional could name his price. But money was no longer an issue. He had, since establishing his legend with the Company, (by drugging his prom date and selling her for $100), amassed millions over his nineteen year career. The problem he grappled with now was how to hit 1,000 before retirement in nine months.

The item the Director was briefing the Harvester on that night was a standard acquisition except that it had already been sold. Additionally its new owner would pay the extra fee to have the female surgically converted to a Non-Breeding Milker and later trained at the Ranch for conversion into a racing Pony. Harvester glanced over the cover page of the item's surveillance file.

 

Cunt Slave FILE #CA1906

ITEM: Catherine LeMay

 

DESIGNATION, (Pre-Harvest): CA 19SS/NB/M/PS

Height: 5'10'' Weight: 125 lbs

Breasts: 36B Waist: 23"

Hips: 35"

Hair: Dusty Blond Eyes: Green

Skin Tone: Pale/tanned

 

Occupation, (Pre-Harvest): Student

 

Method of Acquisition: Standard Harvest

 

Ship via: World Wide Vaginal Acquisition & Supply

Duration: Life

 

He opened to the inside jacket and perused the photo.

"Nice."

"Yeah, not bad." He walked around and handed the drink to H. The female slave gagged and coughed again as the penis was reinserted into its mouth then gasped as the leg bands snapped tight across its lower limbs. Tears streamed from its bloodshot eyes as the last of the electric stimulator cable retracted into the wall and the closet door slid slowly shut.

A deposit had been paid and shipping instructions,(as always the client's option), had been agreed upon. All that remained was to schedule it for harvest.

"He wants complete mummification for shipment?"

"Yeah, and he wants it shipped the long way round."

"That's three to five days! Why the unnecessary wait?"

"He wants it as broken as possible when it arrives. He doesn't mind the extra cost of a week's in route maintenance." The buzzer rang. "Yeah, what?"

"Mather, tha new thipment is here Mather." Harvester was impressed with the detail of the file.

"You've got its class schedule, phone number, address. Even its swim team's training schedule! Everything's here!"

"Send them in!" He released the intercom.

"Yeth Mather."

"Yeah, disgruntled boyfriend sold it to a friend of a friend. Deja vu, huh?" The Director quipped.

The buzzer rang again and two men, one on either side of what looked like an oversized, reinforced clothes rail on wheels, except this one was raw iron not chrome like in the dress shops, came into the office. From the cross bar, hanging by their ankles, were four young girls in various stages of undress. All had had their shoes, blouses and bras removed so they were all bare foot and bare breasted. Additionally they were stringently ball gagged, had their mouths tapped over with industrial duct tape and had their elbows tied behind their backs with their thumbs corded together across their concave bellies. The petite blond had tape across its eyes as well.

Once the racked out females were in the middle of the room, the first man laid four files on the desk and waited for the Director to speak. Harvester walked over to the large breasted brunette hanging on the end and downed his drink.

"These the four from the orphanage?" The Director asked. He began to examine the feet, spreading the toes etc.

"Yes sir."

"Any problems?"

"No sir! Janitor had them ready just like he said he would."

"Good."

"Said he could guarantee us at least two to three, maybe four to five every six months or so."

"We don't wanna get greedy now. One or two every six to seven months for a couple of years will do for starters."

"What about their records?" Asked Harvester.

"They're not only orphans, they're convicted juveniles. Orphanage has them listed as being adopted, the courts have them down as being at the orphanage."

Harvester crouched down and took the brunette by the shoulders and twisted its torso quickly back and forth a few times. He listened closely to the tone of the breast meat as it slapped against the rib cage.

"This one'd make a good milker."

"Can't. They're all scheduled as work animals."

"Work animals? Look at the tits on this thing! And that little blond on the end . . . It wouldn't last a day in a manufacturing facility much less a work camp or a farm." Director nodded at the two Attendants who produced razors and had the petite teen stripped nude in less than a minute. He felt it up from its small breasts to its feet then ripped the tape off its eyes taking half its light blond eyebrows with it.. They were already flickering, glazed over and rolling up into the back of its small head.

"Shit! Already going into shock! Maybe you're right. We'll keep this one here. Use it to make instructional videos or something." The Harvester had gone around to the desk and from the second drawer down removed a hand-held, calculator sized device. Seconds later he had the protruding black and red leads clipped off to the very tips of the squirming brunette's nipples. A second tubular unit with an accompanying power pack was plugged into the square unit and the short stubby tube was pressed down into the teen's dry rectum. He set a dial on the meter unit and flicked on the power pack. As soon as he did the female's firm, full body shot stiff as a board, completely paralysed with its fingers and toes spread wide. A high pitched, uninterrupted squeal filled the room as its spine involuntarily maintained its exaggerated backwards arch. After about five seconds he read the meter and switched off the juice. The brunette's body fell limp as a rag, panting wildly trying to catch up with the pain. The young one dangling next to it started to cry as a dark stain around its crotch quickly grew in diameter as it pissed all over itself. The acrid urine ran down its nude torso drizzling from its erect nipples, face and hair and puddled on the carpet.

"Nice! Now look what you did!" The Director admonished.

"Yeah, first time you ever saw a pussy leak piss?" The Attendants laughed quietly.

"Get a mop!" Both of them stopped giggling and made for the door.

"What about this milker?" He prodded.

"We need work animals! We've 16 slots here and another 15 or 20 orders from clients!"

"Com'on! Look at its moister rating!" He held out the breast meter but the Director ignored it.

"ALRIGHT, alright already! Milker and video demonstration unit, but the other two will be trained as work animals!" The Attendants returned both with cleaning gear.

"I love my job!" Harvester smiled as he yanked the leads of the squealing young female's swollen buds. An exasperated Director plopped back in his seat.

"Get them outta here and over to Hygiene Prep! I want them on the training rosters in the morning."

"Yes sir!" He poured the last of the scotch as the Cunt Attendants wheeled the rack out. He stared at the empty bottle and pressed the button under his desk.

"ZZZTTHH!"

"YYEELLPP!" The closet door slowly slid open as a fresh bottle of scotch was lowered onto the maid slave's tray.

 

***

 

Young Christina waited on the corner as instructed by the agent she talked to on the phone that afternoon. It was late afternoon and the evening air began to turn cool. The ad in the paper sounded very attractive.

 

"Wanted young girls, 19 to 24 for long term careers

with exclusive modelling agency.

PHOTO SHOOTS! MAGAZINES! LIVE SHOWS!

WORLD TRAVEL!"

 

If this gig panned out as she knew it would, there'd be no more nagging mom, curfews or criticism of who she hung out with. Everything would be alright, that is as long as they didn't ask for any kind of proof of age. It would be another five months before she was nineteen.

Of course what she had going for her was her five foot ten slender frame, 36 inch hips, a 23 inch waist topped off with 36 inch firm and curvaceous breasts. Before going to the meet she had slipped her long legs and slender feet into her only pair of nylons and black five inch heels.

Pushing a curl away from her emerald green eyes she nervously peered down the street again. The shiny, dark hair was icing on the cake but to be sure to maximize her wow factor the teen wore a tight, but not to tight dark skirt and flousey white blouse with a sheer bra and, thinking she was only going to be outside for a short time, a light coat.

Harvester 03 was in no hurry. He had been parked around the corner in his Lincoln Continental for nearly half an hour. Through a set of high powered binoculars he was peering between the buildings watching the girl become increasingly nervous. He liked to build the tension. Besides, he reasoned, it was nearly half four and getting dark which added to the drama. The steadily dropping temperature was an added bonus and he smiled as he thought he saw her start to shiver a bit.

He finished his cigarette and went around to the back of the car to do a last minute equipment check. It would only be a two hour drive to the warehouse where she would be prepped and packaged for shipping, but it would be another two and a half days drive to the training facility. As opposed to enlisting the services of one of the two or three underground shipping services the Academy dealt with, he preferred to transport them himself.

He opened the trunk and did a quick inventory. Leather wrist and ankle cuffs, half dozen 1" wide leather straps, fully inflatable penis/muzzle gag with skull bridle, full head latex hood with nostril tubes only, hard plastic posture collar and slave leash. He then checked the small animal cage under the back seat. With her height, which they took over the phone along with most of the rest of her measurements, there might be a problem stuffing the teen into the cage, but the Harvester was confident that fully stripped down she'd fit. It was actually a custom made cage for transporting or temporarily storing females. At 14" wide, 10" high and five and a half feet long once the cage was closed and locked, except for wiggling its fingers and toes or blinking its eyes, providing it wasn't mitted or blindfolded, the female was held motionless.

Finally he loaded and cocked the dart gun and slipped it into his jacket pocket. He got back in the car and started down the road.

The girl was shivering outright by the time he pulled up to the curb. She stepped up to the open window.