Captured (closed for DanFS)

[sinnocence]

Name: Adriana Cavallaro
Age: 23
Heritage: Italian American
Height: 5’3”
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I awoke to darkness. Complete and utter darkness. This normally wouldn’t be an issue given the fact that I just woke up and I should be in my room…right? The screams I was hearing said otherwise.

Pained cries echoed throughout the area around me. An immediate flash of terror ripped through my body and my heart responded accordingly. It pounded in my ears as my breathing quickened. To my left there were quiet sobs. All around me were the sounds of what sounded like metal scratching against something hard. Where the hell was I? I needed to leave. Now.

My muscles screamed in protest and a soft whimper escaped my lips as I tried to move. I was stopped just as soon as I shifted an inch. Clinking noises resonated loudly when my hands tried to push my body from its current sitting position on a very hard, very cold surface. Realization dawned on me as I held my hands up in front of my face. If only I could see! But sight wasn't needed. I knew exactly what was keeping me in place. Chains. Heavy chains attached to what felt like metal cuffs around my wrists. Unforgiving and tight, the cuffs allowed little movement. My legs were throbbing in pain and my shoulders were wound so tight with tension it was giving me a headache.

Questions and thoughts started racing in my mind about the last place I had been and how I could have gotten here…wherever “here” was. The last memory I had was getting into bed, exhausted after one of the worst days of my life. How fitting to end it with some shit like this. Was this a nightmare? Yes! It had to be.

But why did everything feel so real?

Duh, Adriana. That was what a nightmare was supposed to be like. I had plenty of experience with them before. Nights of sleep cut short from waking up with a beating heart or tears streaming down my face. My imagination and subconscious were pretty strong tools and would often exercise their power while I slept. But even while I was deluding myself into believing this was simply a nightmare, my body wouldn't have it. It was in panic mode. I knew I needed to calm down.

Years ago my brother had signed me up for self defense classes. During one class, the instructor informed us on how to behave if we were ever kidnapped.
“You need to remain calm,” he stated. This made the class laugh with several people asking the same thing - How are we supposed to keep calm if we've been kidnapped? He just nodded his head as if he understood.

“I know it’s hard to think you’d be calm in a situation like that. But you need to try. Instead of focusing on how scared you are, you need to focus on your escape. Focus on details that would help you get away. Remember their face, their voices, and your surroundings. Do you see potential weapons? Do you see landmarks? If you’re in a room, do you see anything with writing on it? Anything guys! Be smart!”

His speech reverberated in my mind. Yeah, I would try to do that…if I could fucking see! All I knew was that I wasn't alone. I was chained. My body shivered and I hugged myself only to realize I was also completely naked.

Oh god. Oh god. This isn’t happening.

Breathe, Adriana. Nightmare or not, I needed to be prepared. While in the process of trying to slow my breathing, a terrified female voice spoke to my left where earlier I had heard crying.

“Please…please help me.”

Squinting hard into the darkness did nothing for me but intensify my headache. She sounded pretty close but even if I tried, I knew I wouldn’t be able to reach far and touch her.

“I-I’m sorry. I can’t move.”

“Neither can I,” she replied before choking on another sob. “Where are we?”

“I don’t know. I’m praying this is a nightmare. Do you remember anything?”

A few minutes passed before she spoke. The others were still screaming.

“I was leaving work and getting into my car…it was dark. I don’t even remember getting home.”

My heart ached for her. It ached for all of us.

I opened my mouth to speak again but was cut short by the loud creaking of a door. Bright, harsh lights flickered on overhead and stung my eyes. More screams broke out.

“You all are the loudest bunch we have ever received here. Knock it off!”

It went silent at the booming male voice that suddenly accompanied us in our prison. I blinked my eyes several times to adjust to the light. That’s when the nightmare became even more real.

Sure enough, I was sitting on concrete, my wrists chained to one of four dull gray concrete walls. I was last in a line of five girls, the one next to me a small little blonde that was trembling with horror. The walls were laden with hooks and steel shelves. Displayed everywhere were instruments that further told me I had to be in hell. Parallel to us was a heavy steel door that opened to a dimly lit hallway that stretched into darkness. A large man dressed in black jeans, a black shirt, and black shitkicker boots was standing in the doorway. His arms were folded, corded muscles straining against his shirt as his eyes studied us. His dark hair was pulled into a ponytail at the nape of his neck. What looked like a whip was coiled neatly and tucked into his belt. There was no kindness in his murky eyes.

Next to him was another man with paler skin and short red hair. He wasn’t as big but he was still just as tall. He, too, wore all black everything, arms folded, mouth a straight and narrow line. His eyes scanned us and seemed to settle on me for a second longer than the others.

Breathe, Adriana.

Even as my heart hammered against my ribs, I defiantly glared back at him. I wouldn’t let them know I was scared. I couldn't let them know.

The corner of his mouth quirked up in the slightest smirk as his gaze traveled lower to linger on my chest. That made my skin crawl and I lost the battle that had barely begun, looking away and shifting my body the best I could to shake the feeling of his stare.

The man with the dark hair started slowing walking around the room.

“My name is Michael. My partner here is Adam.” He inclined his head toward the one with red hair that seemed to still be staring at me.

“First things first. You will refer to both of us as ‘Sir.’ Failure to do so will result in pain. Failure to obey any of the house rules will result in pain.”

One of the girls started crying while the others started in wide eyed disbelief. I took a shaky breath as I listened.

“Do not think of escaping. None of you know where you are and it is to be kept that way. Our house is patrolled morning, noon, and night. Don’t try to be a hero. Don’t try to be smart. The consequences are far beyond what you can imagine."

Don’t try to be smart. He was going against what I had been taught.

“Authority figures are to be addressed as such. Any command they give you is to be followed. Do not speak unless spoken to.”

He stopped in front of the girl next to me. She cringed away from him as he squatted down, grabbing the whip from his belt. The tip of its tail stroked softly against her legs.

“Please don’t,” she begged quietly.

Michael chuckled as if her terror amused him. He swung the whip quickly and it whizzed through the air before coming in contact with her thigh. She cried out in pain and tried harder to contort her body into a ball as if she could escape him. An angry red line appeared instantly across her milky white skin.

“I said do not speak unless spoken to.”

Anger seethed through me. Who the fuck did he think he was? I gritted my teeth to keep from spitting out something I knew I would regret.

He stood and continued his stroll around the room.

“The Master will be here shortly and will continue to explain the rules and your purpose here.”

 

[DanFS]

The Master of the House

I sat in my Office, reading the latest report on my stockholdings and which were making the most gains for me.
I was surprised that the Asian investments had taken a tumble, although the uncertainty over North Korea probably played a hand in that.
‘Never mind.’ I thought, with a smile. ‘I still made around a hundred thousand dollars over the last week or so, even allowing for deductions.’

The watch alarm went off.
I realised that the new batch of trainees should have arrived by now. No doubt Michael & Adam were ‘welcoming’ them. It was just a shame that out of every five girls we took in, only one or two made the grade.
The lifestyle for them would be hard but rewarding. If one had an aptitude for the role, she would be amply rewarded.
The others would be returned to their former lives, with no clear recollection of their ordeals.

My Mansion was well-known to the well-to-do in local society. People paid a lot of money to attend certain functions and some of the girls trained here are then sold to other high society people for vast sums of money.

Shutting down my laptop, I button my black suit jacket and strides across the room, opening the heavy oak door, before making my way along the carpeted floor to the stairs and walking down two floors, to the Delivery Area.

Standing outside the Delivery Area door, as instructed was Hayley, an attractive petite blonde. She was dressed in a French Maid’s costume, with black patent leather five inch heels, in preparation for her domestic duties she would undertake later. Without a word being spoken between us, for she knew what was required, She opened the door for me, and followed behind me as I entered, closing the door.

I take a moment to look at the latest crop of women brought to me. Two blondes, one petite like Hayley, who look terrified, and one tall, almost six feet tall – interesting! A girl who had her mousey-brown hair cut into a bob, a really slender girl who looked like a goth, judging by her smeared makeup and tattoos, a slim and busty redhead, and lastly a brunette. From her looks I’d say she had some Italian or maybe Latin heritage.
As I had thought, there were maybe two who might make it through the course…..the Tall blonde, who had already zoned out, and the brunette, who seemed to have some spirit to her, judging by the look in her eyes. She has fire, this one. It will need to be tempered and her attitude adjusted, but she could do well, as her heart would be stout.

I heard, rather than saw Hayley kneel down beside me, with her hands palm down on her thighs, facing the line of girls, to demonstrate the ‘Ready’ position.

I looked back to the line of women and addressed them:
“Good Morning Ladies. Welcome to ‘The Mansion’. I am the Master of the House, and you shall refer to me as Master. I am the Master of all that takes place within these four walls. Nothing happens I don’t know about, and nothing happens that I don’t control. Doubt that, or my resolve in running a disciplined house and you shall know pain…intimately!”

I indicated Hayley, knelt before me.
“This is Hayley. She is demonstrating the ‘Ready’ pose which you will all be expected to adopt whenever you are not at work, or servicing someone, if a person senior to you enters the room you are in. This would also include my guests. Failure to do so will be punished.”
I pause for effect, and to let the information sink into their panic-stricken brains.
“Adam & Michael, here are my Senior Doms, Dominants, if you will - and I expect you to be obey them as you would me.”

I walked up and down the line, my soft leather shoes, scraping against the concrete floor.

I noticed the petite blonde had already been stroked by the whip, no doubt as an object lesson to the others.

“You will now begin your training. Learn fast & be rewarded. Learn slowly and ….well…..” I didn't think it necessary to finish the sentence. They all seemed intelligent.
I tapped Hayley on the shoulder indicating she could stand, and she opened the door for me and we left the room.
I heard Michael & Adam, getting the women ready for their first lessons.

 

[sinnocence]

Almost instantly, our attention was turned back to the doorway where a slender girl in a laughable maid’s outfit entered, followed by another man. The maid stood silently off to the side, eyes downcast, arms behind her back. She wore lofty black heels and the sight of them made my feet hurt. The man was easily just as tall as Michael and Adam. What the hell was in the water around here, I thought. The men I was usually in contact with were hardly ever this big. Then again, those men didn’t need to be ready to corral a bunch of girls they had forcefully kidnapped. The thought made me scowl at him.

His brown hair was gelled into a modern messy style and his blue eyes were cool. His confident posture and charismatic air made me hate him immediately. He wore a black suit that probably cost more than my car, no doubt. I knew instinctively that this was the “Master”…the one who had orchestrated this whole ordeal. Michael and Adam did not bow to him, but their postures confirmed intense deference. Like they had done earlier, this new man scanned our group. His expression was one of indifference. My mouth dropped open slightly in disbelief. It was as if this was simply just another everyday task for him. The other girls were probably silent from shock as well. We were not the screaming mess we had been earlier. Although, taking a furtive glance to my left, most of them wore either a scared face or looked like they were ready to kill whoever touched them.

Movement directed my attention back to the girl he had entered with. She slipped down to her knees gracefully with her legs only slightly apart, palms resting face down on her thighs. Her back was straight and her head was down as she settled her behind on her heels. I half expected one of the men to begin whipping her, or worse, start having sex with her in some way. I wasn’t an idiot. I had heard of BDSM and had even witnessed some insane pornos that my friends would play just to laugh at. The men were crazy in those videos. I wouldn’t put it past these three to be even more so. But instead, the man in the suit began strolling around the room in the same fashion Michael had taken earlier and began to introduce himself.

“Good Morning Ladies. Welcome to ‘The Mansion’. I am the Master of the House, and you shall refer to me as Master…”

I snorted mentally. Really, was he serious? How pretentious this guy sounded, and for him to think I’d even use the word ‘Master.’ It almost made me laugh.

He continued his little speech, explaining the position that the little maid girl was in and explaining that Michael and Adam were senior “Doms.” At age 23, I was considered to be an adult. I answered to almost no one, except my parents and older brother. My friends often sought me out for advice and considered me to be somewhat of a leader in our group. But here I was…with three strangers who were demanding my obedience. From what they were alluding to, apparently there were more of these “senior” figures that I would have to take orders from as well. None of this sat well with me at all. I could feel the anger that had started when Michael whipped the small girl next to me. It was slowly building and I clenched my fists, the chains that held me clinking softly.

He touched on a few more subjects such as our purpose here and words that were becoming more and more familiar – pain, punishment, service, obey, training…

Even with the anger coursing through my veins, I felt my heart sink a little. This was obviously a nightmare where the respite of waking up was impossible.

Just as soon as he had arrived, the suit left with his maid in tow.

“Now let’s get those chains off, shall we?” Michael said when the door closed, coiling his whip before sticking it back in his belt.

Every girl must have had the same expression on her face at his words, including myself. No chains meant we’d be free to run. I mean, come on, we outnumbered these men. We could take them. My eyes drifted over their towering bodies and especially Michael’s broad shoulders and thick biceps.

Maybe not.

He chuckled darkly again and clicked his tongue while he shook his head.
“Do not get any ideas simply because you will not be chained anymore. Every member of this house knows you are here. Everyone will be put on alert should you try to escape. Your attempts will be futile, so again, don’t even think about it.”

With that, Adam began unchaining the girls from the walls. That same disgusting smirk was on his lips when he came to release me. His eyes rested on mine and steadying my resolve, I lifted my gaze to meet his directly. He smiled knowingly as if he had expected this.

“Michael,” he paused before gripping my elbow, pulling me into the center of the room. My bare feet did nothing against the concrete floor when I tried to dig them in. He had no problem moving my body at will. “Would you please tell our little sluts here the rule we have about eye contact?”

His fingers tightened around my arm. I looked at Michael who began to circle us.

“Do not look a superior in the eye, unless given clear permission to do so. Your eyes are to remain downcast at all times.”

Adam kept his hold on my arm as Michael stopped in front of me.

“When we give an order or explain a rule, you are to answer with a ‘Yes, Sir.’”

My eyes flitted around the room. The girls were all staring wide eyed again. None of them moved, probably in fear of being touched by the whip. Short nervous breaths made my breasts rise and fall quickly. Suddenly, Adam fisted his hand in my hair and yanked my head back. A pained cry bubbled up from within my throat.

“One of your Doms just spoke to you, slave.”

My resolve was still in check and I remained quiet. Of course I feared being whipped. But I wanted to show the girls that we couldn’t give into them so easily. Maybe they’d grown frustrated and get rid of us. Maybe we could go home.

How wrong I was.

Still with his hand in my hair, Adam pulled me to the floor in a similar kneeling position the maid had taken. But this time he pushed my chest to the hard concrete so my ass was thrust up into the air.

“What the fuck are you doing!?” I screamed. “Let me go!”

Adam responded by grabbing both my wrists with one hand at the small of my back and placed his boot on my head so I was completely immobile. My body wiggled every which way but he only tightened his hold.

Michael ignored my outburst and turned to the other girls. “Our first demonstration will be one of punishment.”

And I knew I had done myself in.

With my head turned the other way, I could only hear Michael rather than see him. His heavy boots made their way to my right. The room fell silent except for a few quiet sobs and breaths.

He cracked the whip against my ass, making tears come to my eyes. Emotions raged inside me. I didn’t know whether to stay angry or be afraid of more blows to my skin. These conflictions paired with the tears in my eyes kept me quiet for the time being.

“When you are being punished, you are to count and thank your superior after each blow,” Michael explained. His tone was one that a professor would take in a classroom full of students. “But this is Adriana’s first time, so she can simply shut up and take it.”

He knew my name. I don’t know why that surprised me. They probably knew everything about me.

I endured the next few lashes without a word. Tears were streaming down my cheeks though and the floor beneath my face had turned a slightly darker shade of gray. It felt like fire was licking at the skin of my ass.

On some silent cue, Adam lifted me roughly back to my feet. I wobbled unsteadily and cringed as the movement made my newly acquired welts hurt even worse. None of the girls were looking at me now.

Michael came to stand before me. Even if I wanted to look up at him, the tears in my eyes made everything blurry.

“Go get back in line. Now.”

It was then when I noticed Adam had released his hold on me. I glanced longingly at the door before making my way back to my corner. The time will come, I told myself. I would escape this hell.

"Now it's time to meet your senior slaves and get you cleaned up. Fall in a single file line and keep up." With that, Michael opened the door and walked out into the hallway.

 

[DanFS]

Hayley had become quite an attentive student. She was always alert and I had recently discovered that she although she initially seemed to be completely submissive, in fact had some dominant tendencies which I was quite happy to let come out to play once in a while.
She had volunteered to give the first lesson, and I saw no reason to deny her, so the other senior slaves were given other tasks to do instead.

She was very good at instructing newer subs on the finer points they needed to know about what was required of them in my house.
I had given her the task of demonstrating the proper way of cleaning the main rooms in the Mansion which were used for entertaining during the evenings.

As I sat in one of the leather wing-back chairs, and observed casually, whilst I reviewed the file I had on each of the five new recruits, Amelia, one of my most delicate subs, who stands at only five feet tall, and weighs next to nothing it seems came and knelt beside my chair as I read. If it wasn’t for her face, you wouldn’t know she was an adult, which some of my guests take advantage of if they have a schoolgirl fetish; she is often dressed as such, and offered for their entertainment.
She is a very sexual woman and rather enjoys a good hard pounding.
She amazes me sometimes, how she takes the cock at each ends, which seems to be her favourite position. All the more amazing given how reluctant she as to start with!
“Tonic water, please Amelia.” I told her as read.
Each of the five new girls had their own merits for being here.
The petite blonde, Alice Cooper, I noted with a chuckle, initially showed some promise, but already she seemed to be crumbling mentally. She would have to be watched. A customer of mine was willing to pay handsomely for one such as her, which is why she was here, but if she proved unsuited to the lifestyle she would have to be released.

Katy Norman, the tall blonde, had been a High-School athlete. You could tell by her build and bearing. She stood tall and proud, and had a fantastic firm, lean figure. Another customer had promised me a six-figure sum specifically for her.

The girl with the mousey-brown bob, Sasha Miller, had been recruited because she looked like the younger sister of a wealthy industrialist who had crossed one of my clients, and as he couldn’t take his anger out on the woman in question, due to the risk of corporate infighting, he was willing to pay handsomely for Sasha to use as he saw fit.

The Goth, Samantha Whittaker, was a fantasy object for a well-known Orthopaedic surgeon, whose wife had left him and taken half of everything.
He was determined that a woman would never again hold sway over his life. He had promised to pay dearly for her, relying on the investment now rather than debt later.

The redhead, Peta Phillips, again, was the type of girl who would command a high price. Her figure was sensational. Slim and not too tall, but with firm, bouncing breasts which as he had already witnessed, did not need a bra to stay pert & firm.
Her legs seemed toned as well, as if she did cycling or some other leg based sport, although I would be amazed if she was a runner!

Lastly, the brunette, Adriana Cavallaro, she had been a prospect taken as an investment. That sounds harsh, but her looks were in high demand and she would command a high price when the time came to sell her on.

At the far end of the room, Hayley had asked the new ‘students’, to adopt the ready position, as they watched her demonstrate how I liked the wooden furniture cleaned & polished.
Samantha seemed quite pliable and readily complied, the others hesitated before doing so, but Katy, being somewhat proud, refused.
I heard Hayley warn her what would happen if she did not comply, and Katy just looked at her. I couldn’t see her expression, but I could guess, judging by Hayley’s reaction.
Hayley strode over and slapped her, leaving a red handprint across her cheek.
Katy’s head rocked back with the blow and the crack the blow made was clearly heard.
Hayley had looked to see if I had noticed, and seeing I had, told Katy to comply again, or risk a severe punishment.
Katy just sneered and challenged her:
“What are you gonna do, bitch? I could flatten you in a heartbeat!”

Hayley drew herself up to her full height, which was still nearly six inches shorter than Katy and responded:
“Not me, sweetheart-them!”

Another two women had appeared, one of them, who stood over six feet tall in her boots, and was dressed in a classic Domme outfit, was carrying a bullwhip, and it flashed out and licked out across the space between them, and connected across her thigh, leaving a raw, bright red weal. The crack the whip made froze everyone in the room, other than Katy, who feel to the floor as of she’d been shot, writing and swearing, in agony, I’d imagine.

Carly, the Domme, and Rachel, the other woman, who was dressed in a denim skirt & blouse with white tennis shoes picked her up and dragged her over to an A-frame type horse, and proceeded to tie her arms and legs to it, in effect, her body lay lengthwise along the top of the ‘A’and her limbs were tied to the bottom, middle & top of each leg, immobilising her. The additional of a ball-gag to silence her profane protests completed her predicament.

Even I was shocked at what Hayley did next. She reached into a cupboard, and produced a tube of muscle liniment, you know the stuff when you pull a muscle, and you rub this cream in and it feels really hot, but relaxes the muscle?
She pulled a latex glove out of the apron pocket on her maid’s outfit, and snapped it onto her hand, then squeezed a huge dollop of the cream onto two fingertips and then stuffed them deep into Katy's ass! I could only imagine how much that would hurt!

I could hear Katy’s muffled screams as the cream heated up inside her and tortured the delicate inner lining of her rectum, and she shook the A-frame threatening to topple it over, with her thrashings.
Hayley wiped her creamy fingers onto Katy’s thigh before ripping off the glove and tossing it into a nearby trash can.

I turned my attention back to the files, just as Amelia returned with my tonic water.
She dutifully knelt beside me and held it out for me. I took the glass from her and sipped it before handing it back for her to place on the small table beside me.

I read a little about each of the girls in turn, but kept looking up as Hayley explained to the newcomers that it was acceptable when a sub was tethered in such a manner because they were being punished, that unless dictated otherwise by the Master, any other members of the household, no matter how junior, could have their way with the miscreant.

Katy was really thrashing about, in obvious distress, but it didn’t stop Lex, the Gardener, an ex-professional basketball player, who at six-foot eight, and sized all over to match, positioned himself behind her, and after dropping his pants, gave his lengthening cock a couple of strokes before plunging it into her pussy. She wasn’t too wet, but he didn’t care. She was screaming into the gag, as Hayley explained that after this kind of treatment, most people decided it was in their best interests to do as they were told!

I noticed that Adriana was watching wide-eyed, whereas the others had lowered their gaze - but couldn’t tell if it was in horror at the spectacle unfolding before her, or in admiration of Lex’s huge cock.

 

[sinnocence]

We were led through countless hallways like a group of cattle. Michael led us past room upon room, noting that most were off limits. It was obvious though since most doors held signs that read “No slaves unless accompanied by Superior.” He explained that too many girls felt they were free to explore the house whenever they were bored and this was not allowed.

As Adam brought up the rear of the group, I could feel his eyes on me. Every nerve in my body buzzed with nervous energy as I tried to ignore the sound of his ever apparent footsteps behind me. Instead, I tried to memorize the layout of what I had seen so far of the house. It would prove to be a helpful reference in the future if I ever needed to get away, fast.

A pit stop along the way brought us through a door to an area that resembled the showers in the locker room of my old college. Pristine white ceramic tile covered the walls and floor. It was here where Michael and Adam had pulled out hoses and sprayed us all down with freezing cold water. There was a lot of cursing and carrying on, but they ignored us for the most part. I guess the harsh water and painful brushes they scrubbed us with were enough torture in their minds. We continued our journey after they had felt like were clean enough.

My hair was still dripping down my back when we arrived in a room decorated with opulent furnishings. I shivered lightly as my eyes took in my surroundings. This was a change of pace from our concrete prison and the showers we had visited. Now, it was starting to look like a mansion. But that didn’t quell the constant anger and fear that raged war inside me.

The man in the suit who had visited us previously was sitting in the room; a demure and tiny girl knelt next to him on the floor. She was motionless and I had to do a double take to see if she was even breathing. Instead of completely naked like we were, this girl wore black thigh high stockings that were attached to a matching garter belt. Stripper heels seemed to be a trend around here because those graced her feet as well. The rest of her body, including her most intimate parts, was completely visible. Around the slender column of her neck was a thin strip of leather resembling a choker.

Michael and Adam instructed us to stay in a line, take the “ready” position, and keep quiet before they left. When they did, the woman from earlier came through another door. Instead of the ridiculous maid outfit, she now wore the same thing as the girl kneeling over by the chair. Her hair was piled elegantly on top of her head and she wore bright red lipstick. We were instructed to pay attention to every word and do as she told.

I tried my best to pay attention, I really did. This wasn’t because I had found some unknown submissive tendencies buried deep in my psyche. But the throbbing welts on my ass kept me in constant check. My will wouldn’t be broken, that I knew for sure. I chose to remain silent and observant for the time being.

We learned that the maid’s name was Hayley and she was yet another authority figure. For us, at least. There were lessons on how to clean furniture and polish silver, how to properly speak to superiors, how to keep our bodies clean and available for use at all times. I sighed inwardly as my eyes traveled over to the man in the suit. He sat with one leg draped casually over the other as if he were doing nothing but reading the Sunday paper. A bunch of papers had his interest though and he studied them intently. Hayley would constantly peek over at him when she covered certain subjects, as if looking for approval. Sometimes he’d give her a nod and sometimes he would just keep reading. But you could tell in her eyes that something was there. She was either trying very hard to impress him or simply command all of his attention. The whole thing made me roll my eyes.

You obviously want him more than he wants you, sweetheart, I thought bitterly.

“Now little girls,” Hayley continued, “you better perfect that ready position. No slouching and pay attention!”

Most of the girls straightened up, myself included, but the tall blonde seemed to challenge whoever gave her an order every time she had the chance. I watched in shock as the next few events played themselves out before my eyes.

Hayley grew angry and took it out on her with a hard slap to the face. Two more women, one looking like she walked straight out of a horror movie, entered the room.

Oh, great, another fucking whip.

Sure enough it snaked across the room and found its target. The noise that echoed through the room made my whole body flinch involuntarily. I didn’t want to be next. I didn’t want that shit again. But my anger was threatening to boil over.

Our tall comrade dropped to the floor, howling and cursing in pain. The scary leather clad woman and the one that actually looked normal then dragged her writing body over to a piece of furniture. It was made of dark stained wood and resembled a larger version of a sawhorse. Her body was thrown roughly across the top of it. They took no time in expertly tying each of her four limbs to a corresponding leg of the A frame structure. Tears were streaming down her cheeks now as they forced a rather large ball thing into her mouth and strapped it to her head. Her muffled screams and cries tore at my heart.

I heard one of the girls next to me whisper “Oh, my god” as we watched Hayley shove her fingers inside the tall blonde’s ass. A few seconds later, she was thrashing about like someone had set her above a fire and the flames were threatening to lick at her skin.

The man in the suit did nothing. He simply fingered through his papers and sipped his drink as if there weren’t a girl screaming just a few feet away from him. Still that arrogant expression was on his face and it made me seethe. My mother’s voice drifted through my mind.

“Don’t ever trust a cocky man, Adriana. They love themselves more than they could ever love you. They are snakes.”

How right she was. That’s exactly what he looked like – a snake.

While I was deliberating in my head on what to do, a new man joined us. It was no surprise that he was tall. I had come to expect that. But I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The three women smirked as he walked over to our poor friend who was still crying and trying to escape her ties. With not a word, he dropped his pants and plunged a rather impressive cock deep inside her. A pained cry erupted from behind the ball in her mouth.

Blind rage erupted inside me. This was rape! I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Let her go! You have no right to do that to her!” I screamed, directing my sudden outburst at the suited asshole.

 

[DanFS]

The new recruits would have been showered by now, and have passed many of the rooms that were signed as off limits to them.
As they were led into the main room, and lined up, Hayley had prepared to give them instruction and then exacted cold-hearted retribution on Katy, the tall blonde.

After Lex had entered her from behind and defiled her restrained body on the A-Frame, one of the other girls had screamed an outburst at me, which could not allow to go unpunished.
However, I felt it was more appropriate to continue to use the bound Katy as an object lesson, but Adriana, the recruit who had screamed at me, would not go unpunished.

Carly and Rachel stood to one side, open mouthed in shock, at the outburst and looked at me. I, in turn nodded to Hayley, who gestured towards Adriana.
They marched forward and grabbed her by the arms, and dragged her across the floor to me.

As she was dumped at my feet, I didn’t have to speak loudly, but due to the almost-silence which had descended upon the room, other than Katy’s bodily movement making the A-Frame creak, as Lex continued to thrust into her everyone could hear me.

“Well Adriana, I’m sorry you think me a Barbarian. These measures are necessary to ensure your cooperation. As a lesson to you, and all the others, it seems that you are willing to place yourself in pride of place for punishment, even as Katy still endures her own.
I wonder how willing you would all be to test my patience if another one of you is being punished too?”

After a pause, a St. Andrew’s Cross was wheeled into the room, and placed opposite the A-Frame. Adam & Michael step forward and lift her to her feet, and bodily carry her to the St. Andrew’s Cross, and as she kicks & scream abuse struggle to buckle the cuffs around her wrists and ankles to secure her in place.
The hate in her eyes in clear to see, and not that surprising.
I looked across at Sasha Miller, the girl with the mousey-brown bob.
“Slave!” I bark, pointing at her, “Step forward and kneel before the cross she is cuffed to. You will use your mouth and anything else we give you to bring her to an orgasm.”

To her credit, she didn’t even shake her head, although her eyes widened in shock for just a moment, before she stood and slowly walked toward the cross.
Hayley stepped forward and slapped her ass, saying:
“Faster, Slave – move!”
Sasha did so, and soon knelt between Adriana’s spread legs and leant up, using her tongue to make her wet, and teased her labia, making Adriana writhe, at first reluctantly, and then willingly, as she tongued her.
As Adriana was being pleasured she had an unobstructed view of Katy being mercilessly fucked hard, as Lex neared his climax. His strokes were rapid and deep, as he sought to unload his balls into her.

What none of the recruits had been told was that their food and drink had been supplemented with both oral contraceptives to prevent them from falling pregnant, but also a mix of aphrodisiacs, & vitamins to keep them healthy and heighten their sense of desire, and loosen their inhibitions. It would take another few days for them to reach optimal dosages, but the risks of any of the recruits conceiving until them were very, very slim.

Sasha had decided that compliance was the way to an easy (easier) life, and was now enthusiastically lapping at Adriana’s cunt, until Hayley stepped forward with a realistic cock-shaped vibrator, and encouraged her to use it on Adriana, driving her onward toward her reluctant orgasm, or so it seemed.
The sight was obviously too much for Lex, as he came deep inside Katy, grunting as he did so…..