Chapter 1 - The Chinese Nurse

 

Hanging naked, upside down.

Chains cutting into her ankles and stretching her legs wide, vanishing upwards into the black void beyond her senses.

Wrists shackled to the cold concrete floor.

A 'Y' shape.

'Y' for Yimi.

Long, straight black hair curtaining around her head, blurring her vision. Shadows moving silently in the darkness beyond the light.

Nameless horrors and vague sounds.

A swish of robes slipping through the edge of the light pool and vanishing instantly.

A murmur, sinister, too faint to make sense of.

Struggling again, pointlessly.

A laugh. Menacing. Close to her, frighteningly close.

People, fearsome people, looking at her in her exposed and vulnerable predicament, but still too nebulous and shadowy to recognise.

A touch, a vague stroking touch, feather light, terrifying, erotic.

Probing through her pubic hair, separating her labia. Defenceless, unable to prevent whatever was coming. Torture? Fear? Pain? Ecstasy? Humiliation?

Delicious. Frightening.

Her hips move in response but the touch has gone and only the menacing laugh remains.

Frustration. Dreading the touch. Longing for the touch. Silently Pleading.

She groans, pain in her ankles and wrists overtaken by the desire for the touch.

Another Touch. Probing. Erotic.

Fingers sliding inside her. Tide rising.

Hips moving, groaning, wanting, needing, moaning.

Breathing hard, fingers probing, deeper, harder, faster, legs suddenly free and kicking against the sheets.

Sheets?

Coming, Coming, COMING. COMING!

Gasping and crying out, orgasm shaking her all over, sweating and writhing.

Awake, eyes wide open, gasping for breath.

 

The icy grey January dawn showed through the curtains of her room. Her night fears faded as she sank back against her pillows, still trembling, yet enjoying the warmth of her dream induced orgasm as it flooded through her.

She closed her eyes with relief, then opened them wide as her alarm clock jolted her back to reality. Tidying her rumpled sheets, she threw her damp night shirt into the laundry basket and headed naked for the shower.

As the hot jets completed the job of bringing her to full wakefulness she remembered where she was and why.

She remembered the importance of today with excitement and trepidation.

Today she would start her slave training at The Cane Academy, where she now lived and worked as part of the staff.

She stood with her legs open, holding the shower head and directing the stinging jets upwards into her pussy, savouring the sensations and relishing the tough sexual challenges she knew she would have to face later that day.

 

It was mid-January, and the New Year had heralded big changes at The Cane Academy.

Two of the original six pupils had formed liaisons with Matt and Luke, the groundsmen, and the four of them had left to continue their lives together.

The groundsmen were yet to be replaced.

Miss Emily had also left to take up a position in another of the establishments owned by herself and her business partner, M. Canne, who remained as Principal at The Cane Academy.

Emily's place had now been taken by Teri, M. Canne's lover and personal slave, whom he had introduced to this lifestyle less than a year ago, but who revelled in every orgasmic day!

Submissive only to M. Canne, she had rapidly developed a wickedly mischievous Dominant streak, and Maddy, the chauffeuse, was often the willing victim of Teri's wild, painful and extremely taxing sexual torments.

Maddy delighted in this treatment, and was now totally in Teri's thrall. She eagerly awaited the next bout of exquisite torment that Teri chose to inflict upon her.

The remainder of the staff were still in place.

The twin fitness instructors, Ivan and Igor, both ex Russian special forces, who gave the girl students such hard physical lessons in sexual discipline, the lesbian couple who ran the kitchen and readily assisted with the torment of the students, and Yimi, the little Chinese nurse who had expressed a deep desire to be trained as a slave as well as being a full time staff member.

Thus all of the staff were involved one way or another in the deep sexual training of the students.

 

Yimi had been warned that to achieve her aim of complete slavery she would have to work hard and endure severe treatment and humiliation, just as the other students did. She would be used sexually in any way the rest of the staff decided was good for her, and surrender all rights over her own body, while outwardly maintaining the professional standards for which she was employed.

She had readily agreed, and her training was about to start!

After breakfast Yimi reported to M. Canne's office as instructed. She stood nervously before his desk in her uniform, not sure what to do or say. He looked up from his paperwork.

"Did you masturbate this morning?"

She gulped and shuffled. How did he know? How could he know?

"I, er, yes Sir." She mumbled.

"Hmmm. That was the last time!" he looked up at her. "You will never masturbate again without permission. Is that clear?"

"Yes Sir." She almost squeaked with shame and embarrassment.

"Stop fidgeting and lift your skirt!" He ordered her in that quiet, deep, commanding voice that brooked no resistance.

Swallowing hard, not having expected anything like this to happen so early in the day, she scrabbled for the hem of her uniform and shakily lifted it to her waist, exposing her still unshaven pussy to his gaze. Her knees quivered but she could feel the moist warmth building up inside herself again, her face blushing furiously.

"Feet apart!"

She moved her feet apart, giving him a better view, her embarrassment almost bringing her to tears. She bit her lip in an attempt to steady herself and regain some self-control. After all, wasn't this what she had asked for? Wasn't it what she wanted, longed for?

She cleared her throat and lifted her head, looking above and beyond her inquisitor.

"So what?" She asked herself. "So he can see my pussy. He's going to see a lot more than that later!" She felt a little shiver of excitement and arousal run through her and she deliberately opened her legs a little further, now shamelessly enjoying displaying herself. Monsieur Canne hadn't missed the subtle change in her demeanour, and he smiled to himself.

"I'm glad to see you aren't wearing panties." He said. "At least you remembered that basic requirement." She smiled and blushed again as she remembered the first time she had expressed a desire to undergo slave training, and ended up naked and orgasming in front of Him and his 'three graces', Teri, Maddy and Emily. That was at the end of last term, and now here she was, ready to start that training, afraid, embarrassed, but eager and happy.

"Very well, you may go about your duties. Don't touch your pussy, and don't forget your enema after lunch! Be in the gym, stripped naked and ready to start at six thirty."

"Yes Sir." Blazing red with embarrassment she bobbed a little bow and let her skirt drop, then turned and left the office.

Her day passed in a haze of anticipation and excitement, arousal and fear. The temptation to masturbate and bring some relief to her pussy, already slippery and hot with desire, almost overwhelmed her. As instructed she had given herself an enema after lunch, almost climaxing as she did so. She struggled to concentrate on the routine tasks she had to deal with, but eventually the clock crawled its way round to five thirty. At last! The mixture of emotions which had been bubbling inside her welled up uncontrollably now. Fear, Anticipation, Arousal, Shame, Excitement, Doubt. A wave of nausea passed over her making her breathe deeply and grip the desk for a few minutes, fighting to control it all. Ironic, she thought. Fighting to retain control when I'm about to hand over all control to everyone else! The thought brought a grim smile, she shut her laptop and pushed herself up onto her shaky legs.

Her office door crashed open and Teri and Maddy burst in, laughing.

"Right, come on you!" Teri said.

"We're going to prepare you" said Maddy. "Up to your room for a shower, then down to the Medical Room where we'll shave all your hair off"

"Then we'll oil you and play with you a bit to get you in the right mood" laughed Teri.

"And then the men will take over!" said Maddy. "You lucky girl!"

Teri turned serious for a moment. "It will be tough, you know. It will hurt. Be ready, they will have no mercy on you. But the end will be volcanic, amazing doesn't come close. Just focus and you'll get through OK. We'll be there, with you all the way."

"Do you know what they're going to do to me?" Yimi asked softly.

"Yes, but we can't tell you. Don't worry, just focus on the pleasure, it will be worth it, I promise."

Yimi managed a weak smile, but before she could say any more she was whisked away by the others. They pushed her into her room and without any hesitation began pulling off first her clothes, then their own. Within seconds all three girls were naked. Teri and Maddy hustled Yimi into the shower then climbed in with her. While Teri hugged her from behind, pinioning her arms, Maddy set about soaping Yimi's breasts, working her way down to her pussy, even cleaning out her belly button on the way. Brusquely Maddy worked the shower gel into Yimi's pussy, fingering it deep inside, finding every crease and fold, every hidden treasure of lust, as Yimi succumbed to the pleasure and relaxed her legs, pushing forward to meet Maddy's probing fingers. A little cry of shock and surprise escaped her as Maddy went further and penetrated her anus just as thoroughly as everywhere else, but the waves of pleasure flowing through Yimi's entire body overwhelmed any objections she might have had to such an intimate invasion. Her own hands, trapped behind her by Teri's wiry strength had found Teri's immaculately bald pussy and almost of their own volition had begun to explore. Teri was certainly not going to object to this added pleasure, and opened her own legs, the better to facilitate it.

"Right." Said Maddy a few moments later, to the disappointment of both the others, "That's you ready for the razor! Anyway, you'll come if we go on, and I don't want the blame for that!"

Yimi groaned with frustration, but Teri just laughed, knowing they would all be getting plenty more later.

Slipping into bathrobes, the three young women now made their way across the freezing courtyard to the Gym building, and into the Medical Room.

They laid Yimi on the examination couch, parted her now willing legs and fixed her feet into the stirrups.

Now Yimi experienced something new.

Bondage!

She had secured students onto this very special examination couch many times, and she had witnessed what they went through while helpless, exposed and defenceless.

Now it was her turn!

First her ankles were strapped tightly to the stirrups, making it impossible for her to close her legs even a fraction. These stirrups were mounted on stainless steel columns which in turn ran on rails bolted strongly into the concrete floor.

Only the tormentors could adjust the position of the subject's legs. The subject must, perforce, endure all that they chose to inflict.

Next, two narrow boards were extended outwards from level with Yimi's shoulders, and her arms were strapped tightly to them, leaving only her hands free to move. Finally a wide white nylon webbing belt was passed around her hips and tightened under the couch, holding her hips down, and a similar, but narrower, belt fixed her neck.

Yimi was now utterly exposed and helpless. She could move her head from side to side, move her hands but not her arms, and wriggle her feet. Otherwise she was completely immobilised.

None of this was new to her, except that she had never been the subject. She had never been restrained and helpless, no one had ever tied her up before. The sensation was a shock. No matter what she did she could not defend her most intimate and sensitive parts. All she could do was plead for mercy, and if they chose not to hear her....

She was afraid. Excited and aroused, but very afraid. She had seen girls on this table, like this. Screaming with the intensity of the treatment they had to endure. Begging and pleading, but receiving no mercy, no relief, until their nervous systems could take no more and they exploded into shattering climaxes that usually left them in a state of unconsciousness.

Would she scream? Would they do that to her? She dreaded, yet hoped. Longed for the torment yet was terrified of it. Her legs were like water, her mouth dry, her breasts quivered and her nipples felt like hard pebbles.

"Right, that's got you where we want you." announced Maddy cheerfully. "Let's get rid of all that hair and have a proper look at you!"

One on either side, Teri and Maddy began to carefully shave away the longest and thickest pubic hair from Yimi's mound and outer labia. Gradually the details of her pussy were revealed, and as the girls separated her outer labia and started the delicate operation of removing hair from her inner lips Yimi sank into a state of deliciously mounting arousal. Having her most intimate secrets revealed and manipulated in such a casual way by her two friends and working colleagues was wildly erotic. The fact that they took no notice of the effect their ministrations were having, the way they casually flipped her lips from side to side to get at any stray hairs, the matter-of-fact attention to her clitoris, crying out now for sustained stimulation which never came, turned her into a mass off erotic sensation the like of which she had never dreamed. Try as she might, she could not move her hips to give herself any respite, she tried to close her knees but they were held tightly apart by the straps on the stirrup columns. Her head rolled from side to side, her hands clenched and unclenched, little mewling noises arose in her throat, pleading for relief, but the torment went on regardless. Always there, but never enough to push her over that longed for edge.

At last the work was done.

All the hair was gone, she was as bare as the day she was born.

The cool air felt good on her engorged and throbbing pussy lips, and the bright light, illuminating places which had never been lit before, gave her a wanton desire to display herself like a whore.

"Now," said Teri, glancing at the clock. "We have a few minutes before the men arrive, so we can oil you, and have a little play with this lovely pussy!"

Yimi groaned and tried to speak, but the words were stuck in her dry throat. Surely they couldn't tease her more. Surely she could not take more arousal. But she felt the cool oil running over her mound and down across her clitoris as Teri poured it generously. Then once again two pairs of gentle, female hands began to massage it into her entire vaginal area, cleverly keeping her just off the longed for peak of pleasure. Fingers probed deep inside her, while others toyed with her clitoris, holding the hood back and remorselessly teasing the actual nubbin as she gasped for breath.

Yimi knew it was no use begging. She herself had carried out this treatment so many times on the students, always remaining utterly detached from their pleadings.

She knew she could expect no more mercy from her colleagues than she gave the students!

The door burst open, halting all activity and once more leaving Yimi in a state of unbearable frustration, as Teri and Maddy immediately stood to attention, awaiting commands from M. Canne and the other two men who accompanied him into the room.

Ignoring the two waiting girls, they strolled around the prostrate Yimi, displayed in all her aroused nakedness, noting every detail of her open and defenceless body. They noticed her nipples, puckered and standing proud now like large raisins, her breasts still trembling as she gasped for her breath. They noticed, and commented upon, her swollen and aroused outer labia, her open vaginal passage, and especially on her fascinating inner labia, dusky pink but with a distinct dark brown edge to them, like a frill.

"Interesting colouration here" said M. Canne as he carelessly stroked his finger over the inner lips, causing Yimi to gasp again with pleasure and desire.

"Has she been allowed to climax?" he addressed the two girls.

"No Sir" they replied together.

"Has she begged?

"Oh yes Sir, a lot!" Again they answered together.