Prologue

 

The story so far...

 

Amy was once Chuck's slave by her own choice. She even married him and brought her teenage daughters to live with him. But after her youngest turned eighteen, she suddenly bolted, leaving her girls alone with Chuck. His kinky intentions had never drifted to the girls, always happy with his willing slave, but the stress of Amy's departure and because of the girls defiant attitude, a chain of events were set in motion. In a fit of rage he captured Marsha. Then he recruited a friend with 'special' associates and they abducted her sister Nat too.

The girls were restrained and transported to a training facility, where their past lives were stripped from them, literally and figuratively. But Jeff, Chuck's friend and cohort, also had Amy procured and all three women were soon in captivity. They quickly succumbed to the harsh treatment and extreme sexuality they were exposed to. And though they were trained separately in the beginning, a grand family reunion eventually followed, leaving all three as branded slaves of the Society.

But that just marked the start of their continuing training as they were whisked off to the Society's European site. Here Amy faced the Triumvirate where she was convicted and sentenced to a period in the Sheik's kennels, a place where women were reduced to their basest animal existence, liberally sprinkled with humiliation and pain. While Amy was sent to the Sheik, her daughters stayed with the Duke and Duchess in Europe to learn the fine art of sexual slavery.

After months of harsh training and abundant punishments, the three slaves were reunited again, only to find their greatest challenge still faced them. Jeff and Chuck planned to enter them in a ritual at the Society's annual Conclave, an event called the Crucible. Two straight days of continual punishment and abuse, a tribulation so intense that few slaves had ever completed it. All three slaves had descended deep enough into utter slavery that they eagerly accepted the task. For six weeks they trained intensely, building their physical stamina and mental toughness for the upcoming event.

With two weeks remaining until they were scheduled to return to Europe and the Duke's manor, where the Conclave would take place, one of them stood out as both an ideal slave and a potential Mistress for her family. Nat, the youngest sister, just over eighteen years old, already displayed the ability to influence Marsha and Amy. Since they were training on the Sheik's private island, he had his chief slave Athena begin to mentor the young Nat in the art of managing her Masters' slaves.

Chapter 1: Nasty Nat

 

Nat looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror on the wall, seeing her newly outfitted body and the approving stare of Athena who was standing behind her. Her black latex bodysuit made her look both sexy and dangerous. It was highly polished and glimmered in the light, so form fitting that it looked like it could have been a second skin. Since it covered her from neck to toe and fingertip-to-fingertip, if it were not for several 'openings,' she would have looked like a rubber doll with a human head. But the cutouts left her generous milky white breasts, the vee of her crotch, and the globes of her buttocks exposed and ultimately available.

Athena stepped up to Nat, wrapped her arms around the girl grasping her tits, as she whispered, "You look stunning my little protégé."

"Thank you Mistress," Nat cooed, the feel of the hands mauling her orbs making her pussy flutter with desire.

"You make a fine slave Nat, but are sure you ready to take control of your sister and mother?"

"Yesss Mistressss," Nat purred, her feral nature bubbling up as she imagined her family submitting to her. Ever since Master Chuck told her that her mother was as good as her slave, Nat had enjoyed using her when she was permitted to do so. Today Master Chuck told her that Marsha would also answer to her, and since then Nat was fixated on toying with them both.

It was then that Athena took her charge and helped her dress for her first session as a true Domina. As she helped the teenager into her form-fitting suit, she explained what her session with Amy and Marsha would entail. This only enhanced Nat's arousal as the depraved instructions danced around in her perverted mind. Just a few short months ago Nat was a normal though obstinate girl, but now she had been transformed into an insatiable sexual vixen. And though her obedient nature was not in doubt, today she would find if she had the heart to dominate too.

Athena released her grip on Nat and handed the girl a pair of six-inch spiked heel pumps, made of black patent leather to match her outfit. Nat slipped them on over the rubber stockings and now stood six inches taller in the extreme heels. Athena wrapped a silver belt, made to look like a gleaming chain, around her narrow waist, allowing it to rest on her curvaceous hips. She handed Nat a flogger that she clipped to the side of the belt, so it hung next to her long legs, an emblem of her new position.

Now dressed for her new role, Athena sat the girl at a makeup table and began to design her face. Deep red lipstick and brownish red rouge highlighted her lips and high cheekbones, as Athena also applied dark eyeliner and green highlights on her eyelids to accentuate her bright green eyes. Finally, the Sheik's slave Mistress formed Nat's voluminous amber hair into a strict up-do, making her look sexy and severe at the same time. Looking at her pupil, Athena thought the girl looked ravishing.

She took her by the hand and the pair of slaves walked from the upper house down to the dungeon level to find Nat's sister and mother. They entered the expansive main room of the dungeon and found it mostly dark, except for an area brightly illuminated across the long and wide room. They walked past innumerable devices designed to torment women, and sometimes men, all waiting in stoic silence for the next victim to be attached to them. They could see, as they approached the light that Nat's new toys were ready and waiting, a handler just finishing with the bondage that held them in place.

Nat smiled as she saw it was Marcos who was doing the work. He was a relatively new handler she liked very much, possibly because he was just about her age, but also because she knew he understood slaves very well. She remembered the first time she met him, sort of, at the Duke and Duchess' manor.

He had been a simple pool boy, seduced by the wife of a Society member, a very powerful one. That affair cost him dearly, along with the wife of the member, who was now a kennel slave on this very island. She remembered his initiation into the Society from when she was first brought to Europe and before she arrived here on the Sheik's Mediterranean island. Both he and Sylvia, the member's adulterous wife, were severely tortured before her eyes. But while that was just the beginning for Sylvia, who was now merely a dog slut, it was his first and last punishment. While she had been reduced to a base animal, he was elevated into the ranks of the handlers.

Handlers helped control the slaves as they aspired to become trainers. As handlers they executed the desires of both the Masters and the trainers, learning the art of sexual subjugation. Once a handler was deemed devoted and well educated enough they invariably rose to the trainer level. Once promoted, trainers were responsible for designing and implementing various form of 'education' for the many slaves the Society housed and recruited.

As they approached the handler, Athena whispered to Nat, "Have you experienced Marcos' cock yet?"

"Yes Mistress, it is quite marvelous," she replied, remembering fondly several sessions of bondage, torture, and delicious sex with the virile young man.

"Would it be worth a whipping to ask for a night with him?" Athena asked. He had just arrived from Europe a couple of weeks ago and had caught Athena's attention. Athena had more freedom than most slaves, but knew that although the Sheik rarely denied her infrequent requests of him, he always beat her soundly if she asked him for anything.

"Oh yes Mistress, he is a very stimulating man," replied Nat; emphasizing a word she knew Athena would understand. One thing Nat learned as a slave was that stimulation was what they lived for; either physical or mental, like when a Master would give her an occasional compliment, or a stiff boning with his cock.

They stopped approaching the handler and his slaves, just outside the area where the bright lights illuminated them, with Athena grasping Nat's arm to stop her. She whispered, even lower this time; "You know what to do now, Marcos and I will be watching, make me proud."

Nat strode past Athena once she released her grip and entered the area where the trio could see her. Marcos turned and unconsciously whistled lightly, impressed by Nat's appearance. She looked every bit the stern Mistress, standing there with her gloved fists on her hips and her head cocked at a slight angle.

He turned fully around to face her, his bare chest glistening with sweat from the exertions of binding the two slaves for Nat. He smiled and said, "Good day Mistress, the slaves are prepared as ordered."

"Thank you Marcos, I will take it from here," she replied and he immediately backed away and out of the light.

Nat's heels clicked loudly on the stone floor as she walked around her bound family. Both her mother and sister were severely bent over a slender metal rod connected to heavy wooden posts on either side of them. They were side-by-side, but separated by several feet. Their outer ankles were chained to the uprights and the inner ones connected to each other and a heavy ring imbedded in the stone floor. This kept their legs wide spread, as they strained to keep their bare toes in contact with the floor.

The strain was increased by the fact that they were 'folded' over the bar at their waists, with their wrists locked by short chains to the same places that held their ankles. Their heads were upside down and facing between their splayed legs, just inches above the floor. Marsha's long hair cascaded down to the floor, but Amy's hair was too short to dangle that far. Her once long mane was now attached to the large plug that resided in her up thrust rump, now dangling between her legs and obstructing Nat's view of her pussy.

Marsha's pussy was quite visible, permanently depilated and adorned with a gold ring in her clitoral hood, just like Nat's was. Like her mother she sported a plug in her ass, but it simply had a short handle that looked like a weird short tail protruding from her bumhole. Both slaves stared up at Nat, knowing she was about to punish them. Though ungagged and not blindfolded, neither said a word as they stared at their newly anointed Mistress. Amy, Nat's mother, had become accustomed to serving both her daughters, but this would be Marsha's first session with a dominant Nat.

After a day of training together, Master Chuck told his three slaves that Nat was the best of them and relegated her sister and mother to 'learn' from the exceptional girl. Neither Marsha nor Amy showed any sign of discontent with the pronouncement; in fact both looked quite pleased. Amy was proud of her daughter's elevation in stature, while Marsha had known for quite a while that her younger sister was stronger than her. Both slaves, with their effectively subdued wills, simply accepted Nat's new position without pause.

Now that she stood before them as a Mistress and not a fellow slave, her appearance and demeanor daunted them. With baited breath they awaited whatever punishment she would mete out, like the dutiful and helpless slaves they were. As Nat walked around their bound bodies, caressing, pinching, and slapping their accessible flesh, both slaves felt the familiar quickening pulse of their slavish arousal.

Finally she took up a position standing between the two, able to look down into both their eyes. She saw that they both stared at her with devotion and affection, tinged with a bit of apprehension, understandable due to their vulnerable positions and the new dynamic among the three. Nat slowly squatted down until her bare rump rested on the heels of her shoes, her legs well spread to air out her ever-dampening sex, now aroused by her new power rather than by her submission. Nat felt that either way was fine with her, but dominating her family was just a newer type of feeling she was eager to explore.

Now closer to their inverted eye level, Nat asked, "Are you two worthless slaves ready for a nice punishment?" The question was rhetorical, but she got a little thrill asking it.

"Yes Mistress," replied both slaves in unison. Though neither slave showed any outward display of it, both felt the anxiety rise within them, simply because they had no idea what to expect from Nat.

Empowered by their simple, yet honest, replies Nat grabbed the ends of their butt plugs and used them to lift herself to stand again. Once on her feet, Nat toyed with the plugs just before roughly yanking them free of the slaves' clutching sphincters. The speed of her actions surprised the slaves and neither could contain small squeals as the bulbous plugs painfully stretched their once tight orifices. From constant stretching over the last few weeks neither opening winked closed, rather they remained open looking like dark holes between their buttocks.

Running her index fingers around the inside of their stretched openings, Nat said, "Look how nice and wide your assholes are, looks like they are ready for the next step. But first, lets look at your naughty little cunts first," moving her fingers down to stroke their seeping vulvae.

After drawing subtle moans of pleasure from her bound victims, she felt a pulse of pleasure in her own sex. She started to understand what drew her Masters into this lifestyle; it was exhilarating toying with slaves. She moved away from Marsha and positioned herself between her mother's spread legs. She took a length of steel wire that rested on a table of supplies left for her beside one upright. Nat threaded it through the four rings in her mother's left outer sex lip and then twisted the cable together around her thigh to pull her lip to the side. Once she added another wire to the right lip's rings, Amy's pussy gaped widely open revealing the inner petals of her moist female flower.

Amy's pussy sported eight golden rings, the end result of the four that originally had kept her lips shut for many months. As part of her punishment her lips had been pierced and sealed by rings, blocking her pussy as an available sex hole. She also had to endure two large metal balls trapped inside her sex during the long months of enforced chastity while her ass became her pseudo pussy. Given that she had always hated anal sex, it took weeks to get used to being taken back there, but the clanging balls in her cunt soon made the experience far more pleasurable. Now Amy eagerly took cocks, or any implement for that matter, in her backside, now enjoying it immensely.

Now that Amy's pussy was propped open, Nat moved between Marsha's legs, taking four strong clamps from the table. Though their mother was heavily ringed, with nose and nipple rings too, the girls just wore a single ring in each of their clitoral hoods. Nat flicked her sister's ring as a tease, just before crushing her outer sex lips in the grip of the two pairs of clamps. She used more wires to tie the clamps to Marsha's thighs, pulling her sex open just like her mother's. Nat worked efficiently, not even considering the stress and pain she caused her toys, but the well-trained slaves did not make a peep to distract her either.

Next she picked up two large metal hooks, wide metal rods that were twisted into the shapes of question marks. The curved end had a wide ball fused to the end, while the bottom of the metal punctuation mark had an open ring welded to it. Simultaneously she forced the bulbous ends into their slick sex tunnels eliciting small grunts as it stretched their flesh to allow the entrance of the cold, bulbous invaders. When she was done the ringed ends hung down between their legs. Using short chains she connected the hooks to rings in the floor, pulling the hooks down tightly.

Amy and Marsha endured Nat's attention to their stretched and filled pussies and despite the strain, their arousal continued to build. When Nat took the short flogger from her belt and began to beat their taut rumps, both slaves moaned and squealed as the leather implement impacted them a dozen times each. They were sweating and panting hard by the time Nat returned the flogger to her belt, knowing it was simply a warm up. From prior experiences, both bound beauties knew worse was yet to come.

Nat returned to the small cart and dipped her gloved hands into a bowl of blue menthol gel grabbing a glob and wringing it through her fingers, all over her hands, and up to her wrists. The latex covering her hands kept the effect her slave toys would soon feel from the ointment, with Nat knowing full well how it would first freeze and then burn whatever flesh it touched. She moved back between her captives and looked at their sphincters, seeing they had nearly closed, ready to be opened even wider than before.

"I have felt Master's fist buried in my ass and loved it, but you two have yet to accommodate him in this respect. I have been tasked to help you achieve that goal, while you both suffer properly as you do," Nat said to her captives, showing them her glistening hands now coated with an ample amount of the gel. The looks in their eyes told Nat they knew what to expect and were on the edge of panic.

Holding her fingers straight out, Nat jammed all four of her fingers into both their rumps, drawing gasps from the stringently bound slaves. After several pumps in and out, liberally smearing the gel into the strained openings, she tucked her thumbs into her palms and pushed harder. Despite the stretching both women had endured leading up to this, their poor sphincters were still strained to the max as Nat thrust her hands against them. Both of them screamed when she finally managed to push both her hands inside them, with Nat enjoying the feeling of their tight anal rings clamping onto her wrists. She slowly balled her fingers into a fist, twisting them inside the stretched bowels of both Marsha and Amy.

Tears were streaking from both slaves' eyes, across their foreheads, and into their hair, as the gel had already started to build into a harsh burning sensation. It was awful as Nat twisted her fists inside them, but when she started to pull her arm back the real agony began. Then she shoved forward, each stressful motion elicited squeals of pure torment from both slaves. Nat was flush with her awesome power, each scream and clench of their internal muscles sending sparks of pleasure into her dripping cunt.

Intent on what she was doing Nat did not notice when Athena stepped up behind her wearing a large dildo mounted to a crotch harness. While evil Nat tortured her mother and sister, Athena took a glob of gel from the bowl and coated her pseudo cock with it. Once it was heavily laden with gel, she stepped up and slipped it deep into Nat's cunt, sending an immediate chill up the surprised slave's spine. Athena filled Nat's quim and then wrapped her arms around the girl.

She whispered to Nat, as if the fisted slaves could have heard anything as distraught as they were now, "Consider this a reward pet, if you had shown any hesitation or compassion I was ordered to fill your ass with this. Now enjoy the burn and yes, you may come."

Nat continued to pump her fists inside Amy and Marsha, even as her pussy first felt frozen, before melting into a painful, yet delicious burn. Of the three slaves, Nat was the most adept pain slut, always finding perverse pleasure from the most painful acts. As Athena fucked her soundly Nat had no trouble achieving a massive orgasm amid the waves of painful heat deep inside her pussy.

Alternatively, Amy and Marsha were relegated to experiencing nothing but pain at the moment, their asses stretched too far and the evil gel eating into their stressed rectal tissues. The session lasted a mere fifteen minutes before Athena had Nat slide her hands out of the two rumps, but it left the bent slaves sobbing in abject misery. As Athena led Nat away, proud of her charge, Marcos returned to the bound slaves and slipped even bigger plugs back into their distended bum holes.

As Nat was taken upstairs to face her Masters, Marcos remained with Marsha and Amy to continue their session. Before being released hours later they would both take his fists up their backsides, so that they would be ready to accept a man's fist without trouble. With two weeks until the Conclave, they needed to ramp up these two slaves' training to get them ready.

Once upstairs Athena delivered Nat to a room where Chuck and Jeff waited for her. They were her true Masters and after their compliments on her first foray into dominance, she was tied face first and spread out against the wall. After fifty lashes across her back and two harsh ass fucks while bound there, she was back to being a contented slave. But even as she gleefully fell back into her natural role, she dreamed about what she just did and what she might get to do next, knowing now that she did enjoy dominating slaves as much as being one.