Prologue

 

They were now Chuck's slaves, Amy and her two daughters Marsha and Nat. They were all fiery redheads with generous breasts and shapely figures. Originally Chuck was satisfied with having just Amy as his personal slave. But Amy ran off leaving her girls alone with Chuck. Despite his original intent to leave them alone, Amy's departure and the girls' spoiled attitudes combined to change his mind.

In a fit of anger Chuck captured Marsha, the older girl, and restrained her in his private playroom. Once he had seized Marsha he knew that he would have to take Nat too and since he had no experience subjugating girls against their will he called his friend Jeff. Jeff had been his friend since college, but he was involved with an organization that did just that. With his help the sisters were easily subdued and then delivered to a facility were the girls were to start their training in the art of sexual slavery.

This began a journey for Chuck that he could not have imagined. Not only did he join Jeff in the training of his stepdaughters, but Jeff also had Amy captured and brought to the facility. In the span of one short week the three women were stripped of their prior lives and began the intense training that would prepare them for slavery to the Society. Chuck was also thoroughly changed; as Jeff immersed him in a lifestyle far more intense than he could have suspected. Chuck quickly found that he was excited like never before as he helped to debase and humiliate his wife and his stepdaughters.

Then, as the week ended and his slaves were about to be branded as slaves to the Society, Chuck learned that Jeff was not only a member of the Society; he was in fact their leader. He offered Chuck the position as his lead Trainer, which he readily accepted. After the slaves had passed through a sadistic orgy of pain and pleasure and received the permanent marks of their slavery, the two men packed them up and flew off to their European facility. It is here that this story begins and our three lovely heroines are introduced to the next stage of their training.

Chapter 1: The Next Level

 

Nat's mind was slowly starting to clear. The events of this day were starting to emerge in her thoughts from the stupor she had experienced since she was roused from a deep sleep half a world away from where she was now. She tried to assess her current predicament, hard to do because of the thick padded blindfold over her eyes. She was, once again, confined in a rigid and inescapable bondage, something that she had become accustomed to since Chuck abducted her and her sister Marsha. She knew that they, along with their mother Amy, were all his slaves now, having spent all her waking moments being trained to accept the fact that their lives were no longer their own.

She could remember the revelation of her family's plight the previous night when, after a long period of not even knowing whom had kidnapped her, all was finally revealed. But rather than feeling the shock of such a disclosure, she found herself relieved that it was her stepfather Chuck who orchestrated their descent into slavery. After a debauched night of bondage, torture, rampant sex, and even being branded with a hot iron, she thought that they had completed her training. She learned however, that it was just the beginning.

When she woke up this morning covered by the dried remnants of the prior night's orgy, she was given a long hot bath and then was fed a hearty breakfast. It was after she ate that she felt the haze descend on her mind, unaware that she was also fed a dose of sedatives to make sure she remained compliant for a long trip. Both Marsha and Nat were dressed, a first since they were forcibly taken from their home, in simple black dresses that complimented their curvaceous bodies. Of course they were not given panties or bras, only the dresses and simple black pumps with extremely high heels.

When they were taken to the elevator and rose from the bowels of the place where they had both been stripped of their past lives, they both mistakenly thought they were returning to Chuck's house to begin their lives as his slaves. Chuck and Jeff, his partner in their total subjugation, led them into a limousine, making them kneel on the floor between their legs. They happily sucked the men's cocks as they left the place where they were transformed from young naïve girls into compliant sex slaves.

Their freshly marked rumps still throbbed and stung from the branding iron that had marked them the night before, but neither had seen their marks yet. They had been bandaged after being seared and even when they were bathed, the bandages were simply replaced, keeping the brands' appearance a mystery to them. But they did not need to see them to know what they represented, they knew they were now property of the Society, though they were still not sure what that really meant. Nat worked on Chuck's cock like a fury during the drive, but her Master did not grant her the tart and salty gift she sought. Instead, when the vehicle finally stopped, they ordered the girls to stop, which they did without delay.

It was when they stepped out of the limo that they suspected life was not going to be what they had imagined, finding themselves at an airstrip and herded onto a small private jet that was waiting for them. How long they flew and to where they went remained a mystery to them, as they were stripped once on board and their drugged bodies were used to satiate the sexual appetites of both men, as well the pilot and co-pilot. As they were trained and despite their addled minds, they were soon engrossed in another prolonged sexual frolic. It was only when the pilot announced they were landing were the girls ordered to get dressed again.

As they disembarked from the plane the mountains that surrounded them made them wonder where they were. They were led into another limo, but instead of the modern one they started the day in, this one looked like it was very old, though immaculately kept. For this drive they were allowed to sit between Chuck and Jeff and they quickly began to suspect they were in Europe based on the scenery they could see. They drove through a small village of picturesque homes and quaint cafes, the types of places both girls had only seen in books. But they knew that seeing this outside world was only a taunt, expecting to take up residence in another hellhole like the one where they were trained.

When the limo passed out of the town and turned down a narrow road through thick woods, they were soon staring in utter shock. First they came upon a large stone gate, with high walls built with massive stones leading away from it. A large iron gate swung open and the limo passed into the gorgeous gardens the walls had hidden. They drove up a long winding drive, eventually approaching a giant mansion atop a small hill. Both girls stared in amazement at the spectacle before them, wondering what two sex-slaves were expected to do amid the lavishness surrounding them.

As they were led into the entrance hall of the mansion they could not help but gape at the luxury that surrounded them. A maid answered the door as the men guided the slaves into the foyer, her uniform consisting of a leather corset, fishnet stockings, and high-heeled pumps, all in black. The little white cap and matching lace wristlets were the only adornments that suggested she was actually a maid. Her breasts, with their nipples bearing thick gold rings, were exposed and pushed up by the top of her corset. Her loins were bare and shaven, in fact looking like hair did not even grow there.

"Good day Master Jeff, Milady and the Master will be here shortly. They request that your slaves are properly displayed when they arrive. Is the runaway still in her shipping container?" she said, her voice lilting and pleasant.

"Yes she is Yvonne, she is in the boot of the car, but may I first introduce Master Chuck, as you did not greet him properly," replied Jeff, his tone one of annoyance.

The raven-haired slave looked first to Jeff and then to Chuck before saying, "This slave is pleased to meet you Master Chuck, please forgive her rudeness."

Looking at the stunningly erotic slave Chuck replied, "Nice to meet you Yvonne."

She smiled at Chuck and then looked back to Jeff to say, "I am tasked by my owners to collect and prepare the runaway, may this slave complete her task now Master?"

"Yes you may Yvonne, but once that task is complete you will report to Master Chuck to receive a proper punishment," replied Jeff, his tone still accusatory.

"Yes Master, thank you Master," she replied just before she scurried off to do her owner's bidding.

Nat, as she remembered that conversation, felt a pang of guilt. From the time they were roused from sleep up until now, neither sister realized their mother was missing. Now that they heard she was transported here with the luggage, both girls were shocked that they had not even thought about her. The fact she was handled so differently and referred to as the 'runaway' told them she was facing a far harder ordeal than they were. The memory of that moment plagued both girls, even as they were ordered to strip and kneel on the cold marble floor.

Nat recalled kneeling there as she watched a long crate rolled through the door with Yvonne and the driver pulling it past them. She wondered what kind of hell her mother must have been suffering inside that cramped box. Only last night the truth about her mother's slavery and how she left Marsha and her at Chuck's mercy was revealed, but she did not hate her for it. She saw the remorse in Amy's eyes last night, even as all three of them were immersed in a sea of sadistic abuses. Now she worried for her, knowing that her troubles were far worse than Marsha's or hers. She watched helplessly as her mother's traveling crate passed by Marsha and her to disappear into the huge mansion.

Once they were gone it only took a few moments before a couple came to greet her Masters. She kept her eyes downcast to the floor knowing that looking up without permission was unthinkable. But she could see the legs of the people that came into the foyer; one set was a man's wearing shiny black shoes and matching pants. The other pair was a woman's, wearing black stockings and elegant high-heeled sandals.

Nat heard the woman say, "Jeffrey my dear boy, your new slaves look absolutely delicious." Nat watched her walk up to her Master standing beside her and she said, "You must be Chuck, very pleased to meet you and your lovely toys."

Chuck replied, "Pleased to meet you too Duchess, Jeff has spoken quite highly of you and the Duke."

Then the mystery man said, "We are both delighted to have you and your slaves join us," then he clapped his hands twice and Nat heard footsteps approach.

Two men wearing heavy black boots and leather pants joined them and the Duke said, "These gentleman are our best trainers and they are assigned to prepare the girls for tonight's trial. We would like them to take your slave's now and get them ready, as long as you have no objections of course."

Jeff spoke then, saying, "I have informed Chuck of what we have planned, so please do take these slaves so that we can discuss our options. Slaves, you will crawl behind your trainers and do as they instruct."

Nat and Marsha both crawled toward the men, who turned and walked down a hallway with the naked slaves following like a pair of trained bitches. The last thing Nat heard before passing out of earshot was the Duchess saying to her Master, "They are quite a pair Chuck, the report we have on their initial training is impressive and we look forward to polishing them into ideal slaves."

From there Nat had moved too far to hear anymore and she dutifully followed the pair of men with her sister crawling by her side. They came to a pair of doors beside each other where Marsha was ordered to follow her trainer through one, while Nat crawled through the other behind her trainer. Inside the room she saw a table in the middle with stout wooden legs fitted with metal rings from the tabletop to the floor.

"Stand and present slut!" barked her trainer and the young slave scrambled to her feet assuming the ordered position.

Now she could finally see him, though she avoided staring into his eyes, and her heart skipped a beat at the sight. He was bare-chested, except for a pair of leather straps that formed an X across his hairless muscular chest. He was blonde with his golden mane reaching his shoulders and his face was chiseled and extremely handsome. Nat felt her pussy flutter with desire, her arousal immediately sparked, as she stood there with her legs widespread and her hands locked behind her neck.

He walked around her as he said, "You are a marked slave of the Society now, but you are still a novice. Just because you have accepted reality and have shown us your ability to be a randy little slut, does not make you a properly trained slave. I will train you in the finer aspects of slavery and if you demonstrate the proper abilities you may well become a passion slave. Failure to perform to our expectations will have dire consequences, am I making myself clear slave?"

"Yes Master," she replied, now anxious again knowing that her vision of simply serving Master Chuck was not in her foreseeable future.

She watched as he walked over to a table and picked up a heavy leather harness. He returned to her and from behind her back slipped the thick black bodice over her abdomen. It had curved top that cupped the undersides of her breasts and once cinched in place squeezed the breath from her lungs. She looked down to see how it pushed her tender orbs up with two U shaped cutouts at the top of it. There was a ring mounted in the middle, wedged inside her cleavage and two buckles attached to the upper ends beside them.

She stared at the red rings that were painted around the base of her breasts, the remnants of the metal rings that had gripped her breasts for the last week. She had become accustomed to the way her tits were bloated and sensitized while wearing those rings. When they were finally removed this morning they had left the marks that still had not faded so many hours later. Now her new harness pushed up into the tender area where the rings had left their mark, reminding her what it felt like to have her breasts constantly compressed.

Once the harness was in place a wide collar was fitted around her throat, so stiff and large that it forced her to keep her head erect. She could no longer bend her head down to look at her body, the collar securely holding it up and facing forward. A strap attached to the front of the collar was fastened to the ring at the top of the harness, connecting the collar to it. Then she felt two other straps attached to the collar strap, pulling it to the sides and locking them to the buckles beside her tits, squeezing her malleable flesh into bloated orbs much like the metal rings had done.

From there he fixed metal cuffs lined with leather to her wrists, just like the ones she had worn during her initial training. When he knelt down and pulled her right ankle up behind her she expected another pair of cuffs would be attached to her ankles, but instead he slipped a high-heeled leather boot onto her foot. It zipped up the side to encase her from foot to knee in its tight embrace. The other foot received the same treatment, leaving her now perched on her toes.

She remained as still as she could, her arousal building as the stringent gear enveloped her soft flesh. Being unbound for the day had been a rare treat, but the feeling of the tight leather now encasing her body felt better. Nat had come to revel in the bondage she was subjected to, feeling safe and controlled when she was bound. She did not resist when he pulled her arms down and locked her wrists to the back of the harness, arching her back and displaying her tits even more lewdly.

Then he began to comb out her long red hair and gathered it into a ponytail that was tied together with a leather thong at the top of her scalp. He stepped in front of her and fitted an elaborate head harness over her face. A ball with a hole in the middle was slipped into her mouth and he began to fit the straps around her head. The gag was locked behind her neck and two straps rose up on either side of her nose to connect together at her forehead. That single strap went over her head where he pulled her ponytail through a metal ring in the strap, before attaching it to the back of her collar. Finally straps at the sides of her head, that had small leather squares attached to them, were positioned at the sides of her eyes, forming blinders that eliminated her peripheral vision.

Then he just grabbed her around the waist and lifted her to sit on the edge of the table. Once she was seated he stepped back and said, "Lie back slave."

She obeyed, even though her arms were painfully pinned beneath her back. He grabbed her left leg, lifted it up high and connected the ring mounted in the outer side of the boot to a chain hanging from the ceiling. He did the same to her other leg, leaving her loins fully exposed at the edge of the table. She moaned into her gag when his hands began to explore and massage the folds of her plump sex, still swollen from hours of use during the flight. When he grabbed the ring piercing her clitoral hood and pulled it up to expose her love bud, she shuddered with erotic anticipation.

Nat would never forget how they brutally pierced her sex on the first day of her captivity and the painful harness she wore that day holding her sex in its tight grip. The ring was installed only after a painful day and night with her pierced hood physically attached to the harness. But even as vicious as that initial taste of sadistic abuse was, she now came to appreciate the ring she bore and the way it kept her clit constantly aroused. As her new trainer tickled the plump little bud, she moaned into her gag expressing her enjoyment of his caresses.

"You are certainly a horny little slut, aren't you slave," said the dreamy looking trainer as he stroked her clit, making her squirm with desire. She managed a nod of agreement, even with the stiff training collar holding her neck erect.

"Would you like to feel a cock up your slick little cunt bitch?" he taunted her, as he pulled his engorged cock from his pants and slapped it against the entrance to her pussy. She nodded again, desperate to feel yet another hot cock inside her cunt.

He slipped the bulbous head of his dick into the wet opening, feeling her muscles pulse at the intrusion. Then he slammed forward, burying it to the hilt as he stared into her hungry eyes. They bulged as a gust of air pushed through the hole in her gag and she moaned in rapturous delight. He fucked her hard and fast, grinding his hips between her splayed legs with each thrust, stimulating her erect clit and making her pant with escalating pleasure. Soon she was climbing to the peak of another climax and when he screamed, "COME NOW BITCH!" she felt her body erupt in a massive release of pent up desire. As she trembled in the grips of the much-needed climax, she could feel his cock shooting jets of hot seed deep into her womb.

She stared up at him, though her eyes were blurred by the blinding lust that enveloped her. But his purpose was accomplished as the slave was now bound to him, feeling the all-encompassing passion he evoked from her. Even as his cock slowed down, his spend now swimming deep in her body, he remained wedged to her loins as he pawed her tits and twisted her nipples. He could see the look in her eyes, knowing she would be an obedient student now that he showed her the pleasure he could grant her.

As he stood there, still mated to her sex, he said, "It is time to meet the Mistress and learn why you are here."

Nat had no clue what he meant, and could care less at the moment, as her orgasm was still undulating through her body. But much to her discontent, he pulled his cock free from her cunt and lowered her legs. He helped her to sit up and then stand on her shaky legs, as she felt his semen trickling down her thighs. Before she could get her bearings or even stand without feeling her legs tremble, he covered her eyes with a blindfold and steered her from the room.

How long or how far she walked, she did not know, but they soon came to another room where he stopped her. She was backed up to a horizontal bar, and then he bent her forward and released her wrists from the harness. He pulled them back over the bar and with it wedged against her back, reattached her wrists to the harness once she was standing straight up again. Then her legs were pulled apart and locked in place, leaving her standing with her legs spread wide. She could still feel his jism seeping from her sopping wet sex, still anxious and hopeful to feel his manhood inside her again.

But instead of further attention, all she heard was his footsteps retreat as he left her alone. In the time she was left to herself she had slowly recalled the tumultuous events of this day, as she waited to meet her new Mistress and learn about the next level of her training. By the time her mind had cleared and she recalled most of what had happened, her wait ended with the sound of a creaking door opening and the click clack of high heels approaching her.

"Hello, my little slave, so nice of you to enter my lair. I am your Mistress, known to my equals as the Duchess, but you will address me as Mistress. Is that understood?" came the lilting voice of the woman she had heard in the entrance hall. She had yet to see her face, having kept her eyes downcast during their first meeting, but Nat nodded to answer her question, nonetheless.

"Good girl, now let's look at those pretty eyes of yours," she said, as Nat felt her hands at the sides of her face as she slid the blindfold up to her forehead.

Nat blinked a few times to adjust to the light, dim though it was, and saw that her Mistress was an older woman. She had black hair, peppered with some gray, cut into a short crop that made her look seem severe. There were wrinkles by her eyes, but her face was still beautiful, with dark brown eyes and a narrow nose, just above her deep red and full lips. She was wearing the same black dress and stockings she had worn when they first met and her stare made Nat nervous, feeling the elegant woman was scrutinizing her.

"You are a beautiful and sexy girl Nat and when we are done with you, you and your sister will be highly prized by our membership. My husband and I are going to teach you and your sister how to be exceptional slaves, able to handle the harshest treatment with grace and poise. You will learn to service the cruelest Masters and Mistresses, suffering their torments without hesitation and you will revel in the joys of total submission. But first we must cleanse your body and then you will bear witness to your mother's trial and sentencing for the crime of being a runaway slave," the Duchess said, as she hung a large glass bottle full of clear liquid from a hook just above Nat's head.

The young girl watched as a tube was fitted to the bottle and then to the hole in her gag. With her hand on a clip attached to the tube, the Duchess said, "This is a special formula that will help clean you from the inside out. When I release this clip the fluid will begin to trickle into your mouth, all you need do is swallow it. Soon you will need to pee and move your bowels," she said, as she kicked a large bucket below Nat's spread legs. "You may relieve yourself as needed, the bucket below you will collect your excretions for later use. Now make sure to breathe through your nose," she said and she opened the clip.

Nat could feel the thick liquid seeping through her gag, the taste of it sickly sweet. As her mouth started to fill and she began to swallow it, even as the Duchess pulled down the blindfold, plunging her back into darkness. She heard her leave and in a short time she began to feel the urge to pee. Her first release made her cringe in embarrassment as her piss splattered into the metal bucket. But when she felt the urge to shit and released a stinking and loose bowel movement, her humiliation peaked as she was consumed by the vile smell that permeated the air around her. It took nearly an hour, which seemed like an eternity to Nat, for the bottle to finally empty. Another hour passed before she finally expelled the last of it into the bucket beneath her, feeling totally drained and empty.

All through the 'cleansing' ordeal, Nat was plagued by what the Duchess had said. Particularly about her mother and the trial she faced, worried about what kind of hell they would put her through. But as time passed and the contents of the bottle worked through Nat, she felt like her grip on her thoughts were slipping again. She did not know that a mild opiate was in it, causing her to relax and making clear thinking impossible. Soon enough she would learn all they intended, but for now she just remained there, bound and docile.