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Training Celina Week 01

By: The_Bear_Man



The Training of Celina – Week 1

In real life my slave Celina has returned to her family. They discovered her lifestyle with me, her Master, and she was forced into a choice. I will not share the emotional upheaval that has caused for my slave and myself, suffice to say that this story was started by both of us but the latter parts to be published in the near future will be written by me with only my memories of our time together to keep me company. We have based a lot of the 'Enslaving Ev' stories on our real life experiences but the 'Slave school' is written to reflect a shared fantasy we had. However, all of the tasks and events written about are based as much as possible on real life aspects that we either performed or discussed in detail ... enjoy. 

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PART 1

Slave ...

Two weeks. Two long, long weeks without Master. Even though it was the Christmas holidays, with plenty of family activities, I ached for Master and Rika the entire time.

My dad came to pick me up at the end of classes on Friday, the day after Master left for his vacation. I had said my goodbyes to Rika the night before. She had no classes on Friday and had left for her home and family soon after I returned from the beach house. We had hugged and kissed, our tongues enfolding and enveloping in lust. We both had tears of joy and sadness, knowing that the past ten days had changed both of us completely and permanently.

My dad's look of shock was expected. He expected Evelyn, but he saw an unadorned, yet totally different Celina. I made light of my new hair style, saying it was popular with many of my friends. I wore pearl stud earrings, immediately missing the fuck-me hoops that I had worn for over a week. I explained away the braces, saying that I was doing it as a favour for a girlfriend in dental school, allowing her to practice on me. Besides, my teeth were not perfect, and I wanted them to be. Each lie I told to my parents became easier and easier, and though I felt bad about it, there was nothing else I could do. Of course, they knew nothing of the tattoo or the additional piercings, but I missed them. My tongue felt lonely without its jewellery, as did my nipples. I looked in the mirror and saw a slut, but one without her SLUT earrings.

I shaved every day for Master, as I knew this would please him. At night, I would perform various displays that I knew he would appreciate. My favourite is Ass Display, where I get down on my knees, arms locked in front of me, forehead resting on my crossed wrists, and ass high in the air. Each time, I focused on what I had learned and craved from my days with Master and Erika. I felt no hatred towards Mei Ling, either. In fact, even though I hated the things she had done to me, I loved the memories.

At night, after it was safe from my parents' prying eyes, I would put a dog collar around my neck, as a symbol of my submission to my Master. I took rubber bands, cut them, and used them to tie my upper to my lower braces, effectively gagging myself. I used increasingly stronger clothespins on my titties and pussy lips. Had Master not taken my other jewellery, I would have put in my SLUT earrings and nipple rings each night. My dreams were often fantastic and most mornings I awoke with my fingers in my sopping cunt. 

Of course, when we got together for family events, I was the topic of conversation. Lies flowed easily from my lips, lips that only days before had been trained to please Master. High school classmates and friends wanted to go out, and I readily joined in, rather than just sit at home. It seemed as though those times, however, were boring and bland. Sitting around a tea house, or Starbucks, gossiping and talking about old times dragged. My thoughts were for Cal and the days ahead with Master. The two weeks went quickly, but not quickly enough. And then it was time to return

Master ...

I stopped the car and turned to face Celina.

"Get out," I ordered.

"Master?" she queried.

"Is my stupid slut deaf, I said get out."

I had returned from my two-week trip to find my slave primed and simmering. She had spent much of the time with her parents, and though she had a somewhat hard time explaining away the braces and new hairstyle, it seems they still thought of her as their little obedient and studious girl. I smiled to myself; yes, she was obedient and soon she would be studying even harder!

"Y ... yes Master." She moved to unfasten her seat belt. I could see that she was confused. I had picked her up from her apartment on the understanding that I was taking her away for a week to somewhere different. Now I had stopped in the parking lot of a shopping mall and was telling her to get out. I added some more to my instruction.

"Over there," I nodded and she turned to look. "That boy getting out of the white van, he's the one."

"The one, Master?" 

"Yes slut, he's the one you will approach and the one you will ask to fuck you in the back of his van in return for $100."

"Oh no Master, please." I had just asked my slut to prostitute herself to a stranger. 

"Do it Celina," I was deadly serious and she could see that.

"Yes Master, of course."

Celina got out of the car and I watched her walk away swinging her hips in her short denim skirt and tight pale blue T shirt. She also wore a white thong but no bra, and the shape of her calves was highlighted by the 4 inch black strappy heels that she wore.

Watching her walk made me hard. The thought of what she was about to do made me harder.

Slave ...

I could not believe it. Master had asked me to act like a fucking whore and sell my pussy for a hundred bucks. I felt so cheap ... but at the same time so juiced and Master knew that, which was why, of course, I needed him as my Master.

I approached the boy. He looked about twenty years old and was, thankfully, very cute.

He was lined up at the candy store and had gum in his hand. He was at the back of a long row of several people and so I picked up some gum and joined the same line of people behind him. I glanced down at his jeans and noticed what a cute butt he had. This might not be so bad after all, but how would I get him to fuck me and then to pay me $100? Was I really that hot?

The person at the front of the line got served and suddenly the line was one less. I needed to act fast.

"Looks like it's going to be a nice day," I spluttered.

He turned to see who had spoken, and, much to my relief, smiled. I could not believe what I had just said. Of course it would be nice. It was California in January, the best weather in the country for mid-winter.

"Yeah, I hope so," he replied.

"I've hardly got any clothes on, and I still feel so hot." Fuck, had I just said that? My sentence was so full of innuendo.

His eyes widened and again he smiled. The line got one less.

"You goin' far," I asked, now desperate to keep up the conversation.

"Well, yeah, kind of. I'm working on a movie set a few miles from here ..."

"Oh, you an actor?" He could have been as his looks were very handsome, especially now that I was closer.

"No, no I'm not," he laughed dismissively, "I'm a builder and I'm working on the set."

I laughed too now. He was nice. But now he was being served.

The cashier took his money and he turned to leave.

"Listen," I said, "Wanna get a drink somewhere?"

"What, now ... you and me?"

I too was served.

"Well, yeah ... I thought ..."

"Okay," he replied much to my relief. I could see Master's car, he was still watching. This whole scenario was making me very wet.

We walked a few yards from the store.

"So, where shall we go? A drink with you would be very nice," he said. He was eyeing me up and down. I could already sense where this was heading; the hard bit would be getting him to pay.

I moved nearer to him, and touched his arm.

"I've never known anyone who worked on a movie set before," I purred.

"Look I told you, I'm not an actor y'know," he smirked," and I've never had anyone so beautiful come on to me in a candy line before."

We both laughed. It was now or never.

"Do you really just want to have a drink with me?"

"Uh?" he quizzed.

"Don't you want to do anything else?"

"Like what ...?" he asked.

"Fuck," I said, quickly, but very clearly.

Shit, what did I just say? I could not believe my own ears.

"That's what you really want to do isn't it, er ..."

I paused at the point where I should have said his name.

"Oh, erm ... Mikey, I'm called Mikey. Well Mike really but everyone adds the 'key."

"Hi, Mikey, I'm Celina." I looked him directly in the eyes, willing him to answer. "Well ... isn't it?" He looked a little flustered, especially when I reached out and squeezed his bare arm, "come on admit it."

"Admit what," he now looked me in the eyes. I had to keep my nerve.

"That you want to fuck me." 

Please say you do.

"You do want to fuck me, don't you?"

"Well ... sure, I guess so."

"Of course you do Mikey, so come on let's go somewhere ... is that your white van over there?"

I was moving fast now. He smiled. He did want me. Now for the hard bit. 

"How much money have you got Mikey?" I asked, my confident words not a true reflection of the butterflies in my stomach.

I noticed his eyes widen.

"You want money?" he said.

"Hey, guys like to fuck I need to buy stuff. How much will you pay me?"

"You a hooker?"

"No, of course not. I'm just a girl who likes to make money."

"But you want money?" he stated again.

"Look, I could ask you to buy me a meal in return for which you would expect to fuck me. I'd rather have the money and I'm saving you time."

"Well, when you put it like that I suppose ..."

Shit he was biting now; he was going to fuck me! 

"Ok, so how about twenty bucks."

I laughed, knowing that I needed a hundred.

"Twenty bucks, do me a favour, what do you think I'd do for twenty dollars?"

"How about fifty?"

"A hundred, and I guarantee I will be the best screw you have ever had."

I had no idea whether I would be or not, but I needed $100 from him!

"That's a lot of money."

"But I'm a hot gyrl, and I'm worth every cent don't you think?"

I reached out and stroked his face. Master was still watching. My pussy was soaking wet!

"Okay," he said, "a hundred it is."

Seconds later we were heading for his van. This was so scary, so exciting, so slutty.

His van was empty except for an old carpet on the floor. We were to fuck on that it would appear. I was so nervous.

"Take off your clothes and lay down," I said. Shit, I was now telling him what to do! I hardly recognised myself.

Then I was above him, straddling him and pulling of my T shirt. Reaching down I took both of Mikey's hands and lifted them to my tits. I could feel the firm tips of my nipples brush his palms as I moved his hands in delicious circling motions.

For a short while I focused on the feel of his hands before I pulled them away and, as I leaned low over him, I touched a hard nipple against his lips. His tongue came out and he kissed it. Just as he was about to suckle it I pulled it away. Fuck, I was good at this now. My mouth replaced my breast and I kissed him. My tongue slid forward and meshed with his.

When finally my mouth moved away, I eased down on top of him. I now licked and kissed both of his nipples and pulled them gently with my teeth. I reached slightly behind me and let my fingers circle his erect cock. Then I shifted position and covered his purple end with my soft mouth. He moaned and I was running wet like a river. I moved down on him and he arched under me. The pliant O of my mouth slid up and down Mikey's solid shaft.

Then I straddled him again as my fingers took hold and guided him inside my pussy.

"No!" he gasped from under me. In a split second my world was upside down as he pushed upwards and a fell away from him.

"Fuck," I yelled, "What's the matter with you?"

He mounted me and pinned me down.

"What do you want? I was fucking you anyway so surely you don't want to rape me?"

"Shut up slut," he replied savagely. He pinned my arms down.

"Mikey?" I pleaded, "What are you doing?"

He held a syringe now and brandished it close to my arm.

"If only I could have fucked you Celina," he said, "but no, not yet, I'm not allowed ... not until I get you to slave school."

His words were the last I heard as the needle slipped into my skin and my mind went dark.

Master ...

I watched my slut get taken to the van. She was good and I was proud of her. The truth is that she had been pushing on an open door because 'Mikey' was from the slave school and he was under instruction to allow her to do what she did so that he could get her into his van.

He was one lucky son of a bitch because he would get to see her naked before securing her and taking her away to the school for sluts and wannabe slaves.

I had enrolled my slut at this school, at a considerable expense, for the next 3 weeks. I would first be allowed to visit on Saturday, the 6th day at school, to see what progress had been made. I couldn't wait.

Slave ...

I was awakened from the troubled sleep, into which I had sunk, by the door to the room being thrown open with a deafening thud. I tried to move, but realized my hands and ankles had been cuffed to the corners of the bed. I felt a large ball gag in my mouth. I tried to lift my head, and felt something constricting my breathing. Surely, it was a collar of some sort. I was totally naked, except for the cuffs, my collar, and a light chain around my belly

I heard some moaning to my right, and glanced quickly around the room. There were three other girls inside also, all in the same position as me. Where the hell was I? What time of day was it? I could see sunlight streaming in through a small window at one end of the room in which I was secured. Secured! What the fuck was I doing tied down to a bed? I knew it was January, a short time after the holidays and so sunlight probably meant morning maybe around ten o'clock. 

It had been late afternoon when, the previous day, I had been taken. I had only a vague recollection of the events from the previous day. I did remember a needle though and the drug they fed me must have left me unconscious for well over 12 hours! 12 hours, during which I been stripped and then cuffed to a bed. Bizarrely I reflected upon the fact that I had no things. No clothes, no make up, no toiletries ... nothing. Would it matter? The thought that the answer to that question might be 'no' scared me.

Two men, they looked like guards wearing a brown suit and big black boots, entered. One by one, they released us and immediately reconnected our ankles, wrists, and collar into a chained arrangement I recognized as a sirik! The other girls looked more confused than I did -- maybe they were less experienced than even I was. They chained our collars together, using a small silver padlock on each, and hustled all of us out of the room, up the nearby stairs and into a large hall. Movement and sound wasn't easy, as we were forced to take short, choppy steps. We were slaves and we were being made to walk like slaves. Several times one of us tried to complain or protest, but the gags effectively made any sound come out as an unintelligible moan.

Down a long hallway we were marched. One of several doors leading from the hall opened and we were pushed through. Then we were dragged across the room to where an impressive figure reclined on a throne-like chair. The guards lined us up before the throne and pushed us to our knees. I immediately spread mine widely, feeling the cool air wrap around my pussy, as did the girl next to me, but the guard had to kick the two girls on the end, pushing their knees wider with their boots. 

I looked at the other girls. We were all gorgeous. Shit, did I just say that about myself, how vain! But hey, I am gorgeous and sexy and proud of it ... all thanks to Master Si. I noticed that one girl was a beautiful blonde, another Asian like me, and the third was dark haired possibly Hispanic. Where the fuck was my Master? Where was this place? 

"Eyes straight ahead. Eyes lowered! You may not look upon a master without his permission," one of the guards screamed. I quickly obeyed. The chain and padlocks that connected our neck collars was removed.

The air of authority in his voice, and the unconcealed anger, made me shrink with fear. I had heard stories of places such as this and now vaguely remembered Mikey, and the Van and the $100 and the words 'slave school'!

The man seated in the chair ordered our gags removed. "You will not make any noise, slaves, not one sound."

However, immediately after having her gag removed, the blonde blurted out in a clear American accent, "Let me go! Help meeeeeeee!!!!!" Her demand and scream seemed so absurd and futile to me. 

"Silence! You were ordered to remain silent. You must be taught obedience." The seated man's voice was strangely quiet yet filled with menace. He threw the whip to one of the guards. "Ten lashes".

I gasped, as did the other two girls. She looked so lovely, so vulnerable, so like a beauty contestant ... they were going to whip Miss America!

Her punishment was swift and horrifying. A guard slapped her across the face, sending her sprawling, breaking the skin on her lips. I watched mesmerized as the girl looked quickly round, shocked by the brutality. Two guards came forward and dragged the blonde until she was near enough to be thrown against a wall. Her sirik was removed allowing her arms to be pulled up and outwards and her wrists locked into two clamps. Her long hair was pulled in front of her, rolled into a ball and forced into her mouth. 

She looked over her shoulder in time to see the guard with the whip raise his arm. I saw pure terror fill her eyes as she suddenly realised what was to be done to her. She turned her head to the wall and clenched her small fists. 

A sharp crack echoed round the room as the lash seared across her back. I suddenly felt sick and diverted my eyes away from the scene. I noticed the fear and reaction in the face of the dark haired girl next to me. 

"Slaves!" the man in the chair screamed. "Watch and learn from her mistake. Keep your eyes focused on the punishment or you will be next!" Immediately, I turned to watch. We all did.

The whipped girl, with hair in her mouth, managed to stifle her agony as a line of fire burned its path across her stretched flesh.

The guard's arm rose again and another livid stripe joined the first on the girl's back. She writhed, and I noticed her fingers clawing at the hard surface of the stone, as the lash once more found her body. I saw tears glisten in her eyes, and could feel her pain. I had been whipped before myself but never with quite the same belligerent venom that was being displayed here. This was a horrible whipping being meted out with aggression and force.

She was being made an example of for the benefit of all of us.

The seated man watched closely as the punishment was administered. If I was at slave school then were the other three also slaves like I was? Did they too have a Master? The way the punished girl had disobeyed the man who was obviously in charge suggested to me that she had little experience of being owned otherwise she would have kept silent.

Crack! The sharp slash echoed round the room. Now the girl screamed into her hair gag as her breasts and stomach were thrown against the wall by the force of the blow. I saw her legs begin to shake as her wrists and arms took the full weight of her slim body. Any thought of pride or stubbornness I knew would be erased by the terrible pain in her back. 

"Don't avert your eyes." The seated man shouted at us as he noticed us look away, unable to bear the sight of the slim, naked, female white back being scarred by the whip.


Training Celina Week 01 Ch. 02



PART 2

Slave ...

"Good then let us begin."

My throat dried up with fear upon hearing these words. I glanced around at the other girls ... Sheri, Nicky and Philippa, now known as Monique, Candi and Brittany. Brittany was struggling a little from the severe whipping she had just received compounded by her most recent humiliation at the hands of Master Hagrid. This beautiful young woman stood obediently with her head bowed. Her nipples were standing out like hard, brown bullets. Tall and elegant in these extreme surroundings, she looked stunning. She would need more strength for what no doubt faced us. My fear communicated itself to the rest of my body as the heat of arousal clutched at my insides. We were all still secured in our sirik chains and I felt so vulnerable.

For the first time it struck me that our pussies were shaved. By now, after nearly 2 months of being my Master's slave, I shaved mine regularly, but even my pussy was freshly smooth. I did not know if the other gyrls shaved or not, but somehow I doubted they all did. However, that was before and this is now. Now we all had shaved, naked cunts. They must have done this when we had been first brought in.

"Ok, Slaves Candi and Celina will be under the charge of Master Chan," I looked sheepishly, so he wouldn't notice, at the large, muscle-bound Chinese man who would be instructing the English Rose, Candi, and myself. He was fearsome looking. We would learn well, of that I had no doubt.

"Slaves Brittany and Monique will go with Master Floyd." The large black man smiled in a way that scared me. Brittany and Monique would doubtlessly learn quickly as well.

Brittany and Monique were led away from the main hall to start their training. I was left with the slave formerly called Nicky, now known as Candi.

"So, Celina and Candi are my two new sluts?" Master Chan walked around us inspecting every inch of our bodies as if we were animal flesh.

"Slave Celina," he addressed me, "cup your breasts."

I was shocked at the random nature of his command but, so badly had Brittany been beaten that by now we were all ready to obey anything. I took my smallish breasts in my hands and cupped them, holding them up and forward.

Master Chan looked at me and smiled.

"Look Candi, see how this slave holds her tits out to me. I could do anything to them and she will not stop me. That is what being a slave is all about you see. I could do this ..."

He reached out and twisted my nipples hard until I was ready to scream out. He stopped leaving me panting desperately.

"Or I could do this ..."

He bent his head towards me and took my nipples in turn between his teeth, biting down. This time I yelled. I knew that I could have been punished for screaming out but I was hurting too much to care.

"But what I really want to do is this ..."

He slipped the cane free from his belt and lashed it down hard onto my poor tit flesh. His aim was true and expert and he left a vicious slash across the middle of my nipples. I screamed again and fell to me knees. I heard Candi yell 'No!' Master Chan replaced his cane. One lash across such a sensitive place was enough. I was sobbing, he had proved his point.

I still held my breasts though keeping them cupped and thrust forward. I dared not let them drop, not until Master said so. 

He saw this and nodded, acknowledging my inherent obedience. As always, no matter how bizarre my situation, when complemented, I was pleased with myself.

He removed the Sirik from each of us.

"So from now on slaves, you are my bitches ... my pets ... mine to do as I want with. I will teach you obedience first. Get down on all fours, bitches."

We were so scared by now that we would both have done anything he asked I was sure about that. So onto all fours we got.

"Ok Candi, you shall be my pet for now, and Celina will be Mistress Mei Ling's." I stopped breathing when I heard that name. Mei Ling! Fuckkkk! Surely not? I glanced, knowing that I could have been punished for openly looking, and saw the gorgeous Asian dominatrix walking sexily towards us, swinging her hips from side to side. She wore a short white dress, like a nurse dressed for a Halloween night out, and black 4 inch stilettos.

"Hello slut she purred. I work here you know from time to time and your Master contacted me specially to tell me you were coming in for a few weeks. I just had to be here to greet you.

I wanted to cry out and tell Master Chan that this could not be. That Mei Ling enjoyed punishing me too much, that she was a sadist and that she would hurt me and humiliate me. But then I guessed that was the point and he would do nothing except punish me.

It was no good; I was at the mercy yet again of Mei Ling Yang only this time I was in a proper slave school! She clipped a leash to my collar.

"Where shall we walk today, my pet?" she asked, mocking me, as if talking to a dog. "Shall we take a stroll into the cafe? Or perhaps you would prefer...' She paused and rubbed her chin in mocking thought. "...yes, perhaps you would prefer the park instead!" Mei Ling laughed at her own joke. As if I had a choice! Candi was pulled away crawling ahead of me. I noticed how her pert ass concealed a winking, shaven slit. It made me wet!

Mei Ling tugged on my lead and pulled me forward with a snatching yank. The leash being pulled constricted my throat so much so that I gulped and choked, wincing in pain. I felt the tide of overwhelming humiliation that came with this posture. It turned me on and my eyes rolled upwards as a shiver of joy went through me with the tightening of the collar.

Mei Ling pulled me back.

"Not so fast slave," she admonished. I have more in line for you.

What! Candi had been allowed to crawl away, what was Mei Ling going to do to me?

She knelt in front of me and held something for me to see. I gulped.

"Do you know what this is Celina?"

"Yes Mistress," I answered, "it is a tail."

"And does slave know where it is going?"

"Yes Mistress, in my ass."

Mei Ling smiled, stood up and disappeared behind me. I felt her touch my buttocks and I groaned loud and long as the dog tail was inserted via the long rubber dildo end it had deep into my ass. I could feel it at the entrance to my bowels. Ohhhhh fuck!

Then she appeared again at my front. I saw that she now held something that looked like a dog muzzle. It contained a series of leather straps that would be placed over my mouth and a strap to fasten it around my head but the worst bit was the rubber penis gag that was inside the muzzle. She placed it over my mouth such that I was forced to take the penis gag deep into my throat and fasten the strap behind my head. I coughed and spluttered remembering too late to breath through my nose.

Fuck I really did look like an animal now. Collared, leashed, on all fours with a dildo tail in my ass and a penis gag muzzle deep in my throat. And I wanted to pee.

I had not been to the toilet all day, but how could I let Mistress Mei Ling know? The dildo tail being inserted up my ass had been the final straw to my bladder and every second that passed made me want to piss even more. I rubbed my muzzled mouth against Mistress's leg like I thought a dog would have done. She looked down.

I didn't know what to do and so I pointed at my pussy.

"What slut, you want to cum?"

I shook my head wildly.

"Ohhhhh," she mocked, "You want to pee?"

I nodded.

"Well go on then Celina, pee. You're just animal after all so do what an animal would do."

I closed my eyes. This was too much. But I had to go, I was desperate. I pushed and the golden stream started.

"Good doggy," she laughed as my piss soaked the ground splashing my thighs. I pissed a long stream until just drips were left. 

"Come on then my little pet, let's go."

I felt so low, so degraded as I crawled after Mistress Mei Ling - unable to do otherwise. If the lead fell slack she tightened it, if it tightened she accused me of crawling too slowly and tugged it hard. When Mei Ling did this, I was lifted up on the lead so that my arms dangled loosely from my shoulders. If the lead went suddenly tight around my neck, or the sting of her kicking foot in my side took me by surprise, I cried out from beneath the muzzle. When I did, she kicked me in the side again and I knew to keep silent no matter how much pain I felt. It cannot have been far to the school café but this crawl seemed endless.

"Stop moaning, bitch," she stated simply when I yelled. I felt dizzy and exhausted. 

The rigorous nature of the exercise caused a trickle of saliva to ooze from the around the penis gag and drip from the corner of my mouth and out of the muzzle. It ran down my chin and onto the tip of my nipple. Despite the gag, actually probably because of it, my mouth felt dry and I closed my eyes in utter despair.

Again, she tugged the lead. This whole scenario was humiliating enough but to be at the end of Mei Ling's leash was almost too much. The dildo in my ass was opening me up every time I crawled a step and I had to say was making me juice. The penis gag was filling my throat and making my exertion worse. I hated Mei Ling and I felt like holding back, resisting ... dare I. Fuck ... no way! My stomach filled with nerves as the very thought raced through my mind. Again she yanked at the lead viciously. I gulped heavily around the penis gag as another strand of spit spiralled down from underneath the muzzle and onto my dangling, naked breasts.

"Keep up, slut!" She yanked the lead again.

"We are not at the cafe yet my little dog." We had moved out of the large hall and were travelling along corridors. Mei Ling in front and the stupid slave Celina crawling after her in her collar and lead.

I tried to stiffen my body. Why I don't know. Maybe I thought it would add to the sensation I was experiencing. I tightened my shoulders and buttocks around the ass tail. She pulled again. I tightened more. I felt the excitement of my resistance. Another tug on the lead resulted in a sharp pain in my neck. I tightened yet more. I felt so exposed with my dildo-filled ass high in the air. It was so fucking humiliating and I sensed the wetness that was beginning to run between the soft fleshy edges of my cunt. 

I felt the sides of my labia squeezing together. Another shivering thrill passed through me. Fuck, I was going to cum. No, don't you stupid slut, I said to myself. I would so be punished if I climaxed without permission, I knew that much. I forced the feeling away.

Again Mei Ling yanked the lead - this time even harder. Again I choked, and again I felt the pain, but now it was not in response to my Mistress's hand - now, a new and delightful pleasure was arising from deep within me. The humiliation she inflicted, the feeling of utter degradation she passed to me through the yanking lead, all highlighted the lust within me, and my need to climax came again. 

As well as my current situation I was thinking of all the other times that Mei Ling had been the source of my pain and humiliation. I thought of the auction when I was sold for the night; I thought of the encounter at CAL when she humiliated me in front of the other students and then the final time when she and Rola took me into the basement at Yang's shop, stripped me and had me gang raped. My though process was broken by Mei Ling's voice.

"Ah, look, my little pet, there is the cafe." We had stopped before the entrance to a room full of tables, chairs and the welcome smell of food. I had not eaten for over 12 hours and was very hungry. This interlude once more quelled my orgasmic desires but I was on fire -- humiliated and horny.

"Crawl into it. Go on. Crawl to the cafe my little slut." 

I pulled forward. She was not dragging me now but she still held the leash tight. I felt like a dog, pulling against the restraining hand of its owner.

"Slow down bitch, heel, heel ..."

She yanked the lead and smacked its edge against my naked back.

"Heel!"

I was so hungry. I strained forward impatiently and, this time, but on a tight leash, she let me approach the cafe.

She bent down and stroked her hand across the bare flesh of my upturned buttocks. She let her fingers slip between them. Mei Ling probed their tips against the swollen wet flesh of my cunt. I pressed back against them, and felt them slipping in on the moisture that glistened on the surface of my hot slit. Fuck I really was going to cum this time ... but Mistress Mei Ling knew this and took me just to the edge before she stopped, leaving me, her worthless pet, gasping for breath.

She pulled her fingers away and smacked my buttocks with her hand. I lurched forward. The smell of food overwhelmed me. I was drooling uncontrollably from around the penis gag and the moisture was running down my chin and dripping onto my hard, aching nipples. I so wanted to touch myself but of course I dare not. I dropped my hands to my sides. I wanted to delve my fingers between my legs, to rub them along my slit, to release all its gleaming wetness, to feel the flesh swelling, pulsing, glowing. But I did not. 

I trembled in anticipation. I stared down at my sore and aching nipples - they throbbed, hard and prominent suffering still from the swift cane lash I had received earlier from Master Chan. I wanted them sucked. I wanted to see Mistress's juices dripping from their engorged tips and I wanted them pinched - so hard, so fiercely, and so cruelly that tears streamed down my face. 

I did not move as she unclipped the leash from my collar.

"Stay!" she commanded. I obeyed remaining on all fours at the place where she had unclipped me. Even when I was not secured, I was still under her control.

I felt Mei Ling's hand press on my back.

"Your posture needs to be improved slave," she criticised me. I dipped my back under the weight of her hand, allowing it to curve downwards from my shoulders and rise up again to my taut, filled and exposed buttocks. I forced my buttocks still higher; until they opened enough to expose the soft peach of my pussy. I could feel the wet moisture trickling down my thighs. Fuckkkkk! What a whore I was!

Oh how I wanted to be fucked. Instead Mistress Mei Ling walked ahead of me and simply clicked her fingers for me to follow. I noticed Candi at a table to my right but dare not look properly.

Mistress seated herself at a small round table where a Mistress was already sitting, and reached down to remove my muzzle, penis gag. I spluttered as the long shaft came out of my mouth coated in saliva.

"This is my new pet, Mistress Rachel," she introduced me. Mistress Rachel said nothing. Instead she raised her foot and pushed me in the shoulder. Her cruelty surprised me, and I fell over on my side. Mei Ling said nothing. Clearly I meant nothing to either of them. I began to scramble back to my "stay" position, but Mistress stopped me. 

"Roll onto your back and spread your legs, pulling them back and high in the air with your hands, slave."

I just stared at Mei Ling momentarily, trying to understand exactly what she wanted, unwilling to believe that I was being asked to totally expose myself before them. 

"Now, slave!" and with a swift flick of the wrist she left a slashing whip mark across my thigh. I quickly lay on my back, grabbed my feet and splayed them widely, opening my pussy and ass obscenely, my neck arching slightly from the floor. My tail had become flattened and the dildo sunk even deeper into my ass. I groaned.

As Master and Mistress ate their food, I lay openly before them at the side of their small table.

"Are you hungry, you poor little thing," mocked Mistress Rachel. Mei Ling just laughed.

"Give her something then Mistress Rachel," Mei Ling said, "but make her beg for it first."

"Okay little slutty dog, beg."

I guessed it was okay to speak and so I said, "Please Mistress, may I have some of your food, I beg of you."

"Here Mistress Mei Ling, give her this sausage, but first make her stick it in her juicing cunt and then make her suck it like a cock."

I saw Mei Ling's hand holding a sausage appear in front of my face.

"Ok, you heard the Mistress, give the sausage a good dipping and then a good sucking before you eat it."

Scared of earning their displeasure, I took the sausage and stuck it into my exposed pussy, the juices flowing freely, coating the sausage with a wet shine. I then sucked the sausage imagining it was Master Si's cock. I was slavering as I licked its tip and then gently slid it into my mouth like the good little gyrl I was trying to be.

"You're a good cunt," she said following which Mistress Mei Ling allowed me to eat the sausage. Three more times did I perform the same routine after which my lunch had consisted of four sausages covered in my own juices! Better than nothing I supposed.

The two Mistresses made me stay in the exposed open position for the entirety of their lunch. When they had finished Mistress Mei Ling stood up and looked down at me. She leered down at me and raised her right foot so that I could see her stiletto heels before my eyes. My mouth hung open and I was scared of what she was going to do. But instead of stomping me painfully in the pussy she lowered her foot so that her thin pointed heel slipped into my open juicing cunt. I sighed at the feel. The heel was not a large object but it was stimulating enough given how hot I was feeling.

I moaned and shifted my groin up to meet Mei Ling's shoe.

"Look Mistress Rachel at how the slut fucks my shoe."

And it was true I was fucking her heel. She pressed her foot down into me so that her sole was flat against my mound, and my clit, and the heel fully inserted. I was going wild now.

"Go on little doggy cum for us."

I was on my way to a most humiliating climax and through the mists of my lust I became aware that the entire café had stopped eating to witness my degradation. I fucked Mei Ling's heel hard and fast all the way to a squirming, animal like orgasm.

"Ohhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkkk!" I groaned loudly.

"You fucking little cum slut Celina," she mocked as my heaving breasts revealed how pent up my lust had been. "Here ..."

She moved her heel to my mouth and made me lick the juices off her shoe. My humiliation was complete. I was flicked over by the same shoe back onto all fours and ordered to the "stay" position.

Candi meanwhile was fairing little better. Up until the point where Mei Ling had fucked me with her heel Candi had simply been leashed to the table and made to eat crumbs off the floor. But clearly my humiliation had made Master Chan want more from his pet too.

I looked over at the petite English rose; naked in her slavery and on all fours like the little pet she was being made to be.

Candi ...

What was going on? Why was I here? My name is Nicola Jewson, Nicky to my friends and now I was being called Candi! I had asked myself so many times - how did I get here? I was 24 years old and working as a legal assistance in a lawyer's office in the UK. My stepfather and mother lived in the US, in California, now and I had just started a 5 week long holiday visit with them, although my mother had just left for Europe on a business trip leaving me with my stepfather and stepbrother Peter, who was 18, for a few weeks. I remembered that much and I remembered sitting down to dinner with them both but that's the last thing I remember. I must have been drugged somehow and it must be my 'step-family' that sent me here. I should be worried about why they had done that, but for now I had more urgent matters to concern myself with.

My co-slave, Celina seemed so nice, and I thought had more experience of this type of thing than me. But I had just seen her completely humiliated here in their café and as for the way poor Philippa was whipped earlier, well ...




Training Celina Week 01 Ch. 02



But now Master Chan turned his attention to me. I wasn't a virgin, well in my pussy I wasn't. But I had only had 2 men before and had never done anything with a girl. As for my mouth and my bottom, nothing had been near them and so when I saw Celina's bottom filled with a dildo and tail, and that awful penis gag muzzle, I was filled with terror.

"So little slut, what shall we have you do?"

I looked up pleading with my eyes, not daring to say a word.

"Get under the table," he said to me harshly. I was already far more subservient than I had been just a day or so before, largely due to the way I had seen Philippa, or Brittany as she was now called, handled. I crawled under the table where, to my horror, I saw that Master Chan had flipped his cock out. I knew what I was going to have to do. Shit!

"Suck me little Candi," he was toying with what must have been at least an 8 inch shaft, as well as being thick and round. I had never done this before and my hesitance brought a swift kick from Master Chan and his fist down to grip my hair. My face was moved forward and I opened my mouth to let him in. Master knew what he was doing and also my level of inexperience and so his hand held me in place while he fucked my mouth more than me suck him. However the different means reached a similar end and his huge shaft quickly poured a load of sperm down my throat. It was the first time I had felt a cock in my mouth and I had been forced to swallow his cum.

But it wasn't over. His hand twisted my face and I could see 3 other Masters from the same table and all in a similar state. Their cocks were out, stiff and ready for my mouth. I knew I had no choice. This was awful. I could already feel Master Chan's sperm in my stomach and more deposits were about to join it. I was a little more aware of what to do this time but still the Master's fucked my mouth more than me sucking them. But I still got their sperm inside me.

When I was allowed to crawl out from under the table my face and breasts were covered in their juices ... and I was feeling sick.

Slave ... 

Mistress Mei Ling got up, clipped my lead back into the collar and then she and Master Chan took Candi and I out of the cafe. I was so hot, so wet and still juicing ... still juicing so much, despite my recent very public orgasm. I knew they could all smell me.

As we crawled away I wondered what would happen next?

Celina ...

Once out of the café we stopped by a small store room. Candi and I were forced inside -- still on all fours!

"Sit up slave-pets, opposite one another, tongues out and pant," the command came from Mistress Mei Ling. Candi and I shuffled together on our knees and faced one another with our bodies only inches apart. Our hands were held up, with limp wrists in front of us like a begging dog, and we started to pant with our tongues hanging out.

Master Chan and Mei Ling laughed at our blind obedience, until a swift yank on the leash signalled that we were to carry on with our journey. A short while afterwards we arrived back at the stable. Still crawling we entered through the door and into the dusty arena. What was to happen to us now? Once my ears had become adjusted to the sounds in the stable I heard voices and chatter. I dare not look up too obviously but I glanced and saw that one end of the stable had a small stand in which people were sitting. During my quick glance I saw Master Jones in the middle sitting like a Roman Emperor at the gladiator games and there would have been about 100 other people.

We were led to a point that positioned us directly in front of the waiting audience. Fuck, was Master Si here?

"Stand up slaves." We were commanded and so we did.

"Now look out front and into the audience." Desperate to see if I knew anyone my eyes darted around. Mei Ling now spoke.

"Slave Celina will notice people that she knows. She will see Mistress's friend Rola ..." I looked up and saw the beautiful Asian slut who had helped in my humiliation and gang rape.

"... She will also see Mr Yang, mistress's uncle and Jason, my brother -- the one who sold slave."

I was shocked, why would they all come here to see me, what was I going to have to do?

"Also there is Zhen Hua, the guy who bought Celina for the night and several of your co-students from CAL who I have invited."

I was horrified. The fact that I was here was bad enough but there must have been at least 20 people watching that knew me, and some of them knew me as Evelyn Wang, innocent Asian CAL student. Fuckkkkkkk! Mei Ling noticed my eyes moving around.

"No Celina, your Master is not here. He could have attended, he was invited but we advise that the people paying for the training wait until the first weekend before visiting. That way they see a marked change."

I was not sure whether this pleased me or not. One less person watching that knows me was a good thing but I so wanted to see Master Si, and would have done so under any circumstances. Master Chan now spoke.

"Whereas for you Candi," the English girl looked up, "you will see that your step father and step brother are here to watch."

Candi fell to her knees retching, the news almost making her vomit.

"Whyyyyy!!!!!!!!!" she cried out, only to be met with a swift lash from the doubled up leather of the leash.

"Silence, worthless slave!"

Fuck I felt so sorry for her. What if my family had come to watch me be humiliated? It was awful enough that time when I believed Master had sent a naked picture of me to my mom. Poor Candi.

We were unleashed. I still had my ass filled with a tail dildo but the muzzle had been left off since the café. Our hands were taken behind our backs and the siriks were refastened to our wrists and feet, but from behind our bodies this time. The sirik was completed by another chain connecting our wrist chain to our collars and the ankle chain was unclipped at one side so that an extension could be added allowing our legs to be spread wider.

I felt Mistress Mei Ling come up behind me. She grabbed my hair and yanked my head back very painfully. I yelped. She then took a hand held vibrating dildo to my clitoris and let it roam free over my sensitive flesh. I groaned and writhed.

"Oh please Mistress, no don't, not here, not in front of ... ohhhhhh!" I knew my pleas would not be heard and I felt a deep shame when I thought of all the people watching me that I knew.

It felt good though. She pulled my hair harder and started to open my pussy lips with the vibrating end. I cried out involuntarily although I knew that would only inflame both Mistress and the watching audience.

My chained body was powerless to resist, not that I would have dared anyway. So I whimpered and pleaded with tears in my eyes. 

"Please ... don't ... don't ... please let your slave off lightly ... she is sorry for whatever you think she has done ... Please." My resisting pleas were answered by a hard slap of my tits by Mistress, sending a fresh wave of pain through my breasts. 

Mei Ling then pulled on my right nipple with a quick tug and drew another shriek of pain from me. I could sense the watching audience getting more excited. She took the vibrator away from her panting, slutty slave. But when I heard what she said next I wished she had kept it there.

"Guards, bring the fucking machine." Mistress ordered, pointing away to the side of the main floor, where a weird-looking structure was wheeled in by the leering brown suited guards.

"Nooooo," I yelled. I had seen pictures of this sort of device on the internet and was scared of what it would do to me. Humiliate me at best and damage me at worst. Fuckkkkkkkk!

"Down, bitch, onto your knees, bend forward -- ass to the audience."

I immediately obeyed Mistress Mei Ling's command. I had to kneel with my forehead on the ground as my hands were still chained behind my back. As I lowered my head for a brief moment I dared to look up. I could see a large screen that had been erected which was clearly replaying everything that was being done to Candi and I. They must have cameras somewhere out front. My ass hole had gone pretty much numb now under the impalement of the dildo tail. It was to this that Mistress now went. She reached down and touched it, moving it from side to side. I flinched.

"Okay everyone, please look at the close up of Slave Celina's ass on the screen and here in real life. She has worn this dildo tail for a short while now, but I know that her body movements will have already shaped her hole such that it will stay in the shape of the dildo even when the object is removed."

Fuck no! That means my ass hole will be opened to a diameter of at least 2 inches. The audience murmured their excitement. Mei ling reached down and eased the long shaft free of my clenching ass cheeks. I groaned as the length was slipped free. Then, unable to help myself, I averted my head position slightly and glanced at the screen.

Fuuuuuuuuuuccccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!

My ass hole was indeed just as I thought. Open and round with a 2 inch diameter. It would be easy to get anything inside it now!

The audience clapped ... sick fucks!!

"Ok," again Mistress Mei Ling spoke. "Now slave Celina, stand up and lay yourself along the length of this bench. I noticed the shiny, polished wooden bench that had been brought into the stable arena. With my mind racing, and struggling to get to my feet in my chains, I did as I was asked.

Once laid down on my stomach, the cold wood making me shiver, I awaited my fate. My legs were spread wide, allowed by the ankle chain extension, and then clipped to either side of the bench. The ankle chains were then attached to a pulley and pulled upwards, and wider. This had the effect of leaving me laid face down on the bench, with my hands secured behind my back and my groin raised slightly as my legs were splayed wide and high to either side of my body. With my ass-hole gaping and my pussy exposed I was soooooo available for the fucking machine.

I couldn't move anywhere but just to be sure Mistress Mei Ling had the guards fasten heavy straps around my waist and shoulders and then clip my collar also to the bench via a small chain at either side. I literally now could barely move an inch. I was facing away from the audience, which meant that they could see my holes.

I could tell by the cheer that the fucking machine was being mobilised. They had secured my head cheek down which meant that if I rolled my eyes to the top of my head I could just make out the screen. Enough to see that I was about to be filled!

I could see the machine get nearer and could see two vicious looking, and big, dildos. Then they touched me and I screamed. Inch by impaling inch, they penetrated me simultaneously. I screamed louder. Mei Ling did not silence me so I guess my obvious discomfort added to their enjoyment. Then I was filled. I could not tell by what length -- 8 inches, 9, 10 I could not say.

To add to the drama Master Chan had the audience countdown from ten as if launching a rocket, which in a way they were. Upon reaching the sequence where one becomes zero I tensed my body. Even the build up could not prepare me for this feeling. Two huge rubber penises burst into pump action life, fucking both my ass and my pussy for all they were worth.

"Noooooooooooooo," I yelled, but this time found myself ball gagged as my reward. I spluttered and writhed as much as my bonds would allow. The crowd cheered as I was double fucked mercilessly.

Candi ...

What the ...

Celina had been impaled on such a wicked looking device. I was desperate with terror and the thought that my fate would be the same. Neither my bottom nor my pussy would take the length of penis attached to those machines. What was planned for me? 

I glanced towards poor Celina again. It had only been a couple of minutes since the machine had been switched on but already I could tell she was climaxing. Her whole body tensed. The audience knew also as they cheered. However the machine continued remorselessly, not missing a thrust. She was being penetrated continuously, right the way through her orgasm and beyond. Poor, poor girl.

Master Chan spoke, "Now for my little English Slave Candi who will perform for her family."

I had forgotten briefly who was watching. But now I remembered and my stomach lurched. I wanted to vomit again. My stepfather and stepbrother were here! Why, why did they want to do this? What would my mother say? Would she ever know? She was away on business I remembered that. I could be kept in here for 3 weeks without her even knowing!

"Bring on the horse!"

What, they wanted me to perform with an animal. No, no please I pleaded in my mind. But it wasn't a real horse. Instead it was a wooden structure that was wheeled on. The structure looked menacingly simple yet very threatening and made my sense of terror ever more acute. The audience whistled and cheered, humiliating me more than ever. Maybe a real horse would have been preferable.

It looked like a horizontal "T" raised upright on a stand, with straps on the top plank. The length of the "T" ran edge up away from the top and I could see that although the edge was flattened slightly it would still be very cutting, and I knew just where it was intended to fit! Master Chan forced me to open my legs. The two guards then easily picked me up; still sirik chained and hoisted me onto the wooden plank. I screamed as I my wet, gaping pussy was positioned directly over the terrible triangular edge.

My hands were chained behind me and so I had nothing to stop my weight forcing my body to slip forwards and add painful pressure to my already awful position. I was about to crush my poor sensitive pussy on a sharp wooden edge. Noooooooooo!

Showing me a little mercy Master Chan had allowed the guards to place a wooden block at either side of the horse so that my tip toes touched the wood and stopped me from sinking directly onto the sharp edge. I had to use all my remaining my strength to stand in the tip-toe position, feeling vulnerable and helpless. I looked away from the audience in shame. Master Chan was smiling lecherously back at me.

He smirked and addressed the audience. "Ladies and Gentlemen, the wooden horse is a device designed for the slow sexual torture of beautiful slaves. In its most vicious form, which this version represents, the horse is a wide triangular wooden plank, set with the sharp end up. This helpless slave has been lifted into the air and set upon the horse as you can see; her full body weight will be supported on her most tender flesh. Her legs are forced wide open by the width of the lower part of the plank. Additional weights will be attached to her ankles to keep her from falling off, making her ordeal immediately unbearable."

"Nooooo please," I cried out.

"Shut up bitch and take it like the slut you are!" I glanced to see who in the audience had shouted at me. But I knew anyway ... it was my stepbrother!

Momentarily I glance up from my ordeal as Celina was climaxing again. That was two inside of 15 minutes, how much longer before she was drained absolutely dry? Then it really would hurt. However, I soon focused back on the fact that my fate was little better.

By the end of Master Chan's speech, I felt myself giving way to my tired knees and I used the last of my strength to lower myself as gently as possible to the soles of my feet and onto the hard and narrow surface of the horse. Uncontrollably I let a soft moan escape from my lips as I felt my delicate flesh pressed between the sharp edge and my pelvis bone. Immediately the pain registered with my brain and I rose up again, onto my tip toes. This was horrible.

"Does that hurt Slave Candi?"

I looked at him pitifully and whispered "Yes Master it does."

He just laughed. Then to my horror something even more awful happened. My 18 year old stepbrother came out of the audience and towards me. What was going on?

"Your stepbrother Peter is here slave Candi to add the finishing touches."

"Hi Nicky, or should I say Slave Candi?" He laughed. I just shook my head in disbelief. I had once caught him watching me get out of the shower but other than that he had never even seen me naked before. I could not even bring myself to contemplate the real feelings he, and my stepdad, must have been having regarding what they wanted to do to me.

"Get your feet flat onto the blocks again Candi," Peter, my stepbrother, ordered. I looked at Master Chan and he nodded. I knew that had no choice.

Muscles throbbing, again I lowered myself, carefully placing my weight on a new, unmarked place. It was so hard and so agonisingly awful that I squirmed constantly from the pain.

The audience cheered and I glanced to my side to see Celina climax for the third time. She was shaking uncontrollably now but the machine continued relentlessly.

"So now, slut, you are riding the horse." Master Chan smiled at me. 

"So Peter, let's make her ordeal worse." 

"Mmm...ah...please...mmmm...nooooooooo" I bit my lip as I moaned. This torture was unbearable. Peter, with immense glee, kicked away the wooden blocks and I screamed the loudest, most agonising scream I had ever uttered. I was now properly wedged. My chained wrists made it hard to keep my balance as the wooden edge cut deeply up and into me. Celina was getting the pleasure torture I must be getting the pain.

I noticed the huge bulge in Peter's pants and hoped beyond hope that he wouldn't be allowed to have me later. That really would be unbearable. He knelt down and added weights to my ankles, making my ride an even more painful one and I yelled out. Again the audience cheered. I was moaning louder and moving my body involuntarily against the wood. My breasts bounced shamelessly with the motion. 

"Clamp her nipples!" a loud manly voice boomed from the audience. It was my Stepfather. Master Chan, as if on cue, approached me with sharp looking serrated edge clamps and fastened one on each of both my swollen nipples, sending waves of extra pain through my erected nipples. I moaned even louder. This was absolutely unbearable ... please let me faint, I craved unconsciousness.

Suddenly, through the mists of my extreme pain I realised that I was actually wet and I could feel my juices dripping onto and down the plank which was additional torture for me. Was I a slut? Did my family recognise this? Had they sent me here to pursue my own enjoyment for their benefit? 

With every new motion of my groin, I was unleashing the slut in me. I felt helpless yet the horny whore in me was yearning for more. My resistance was waning but when Master Chan gave Peter permission to touch me while I was riding the horse, I felt humiliated and degraded ... but also hotter! I bit my lips hard and made only muffled moans while Peter touched me all over while I was riding the my wooden horse.

Celina came again.

Peter added more weights to my ankles.

This was torture for both of us. This was what being a slave meant. We were both slaves for sure!

Celina ...

It was late afternoon. We had been taken away from the stable to loud cheers and applause from the watching audience -- not that it made Candi or I feel any better. We were well and truly fucked! Both slave Candi and I had been allowed a short rest. I had been fucked by that infernal machine for what seemed like hours and had, literally, lost count of the number of orgasms I had had. But now my pussy was sore and aching and I was exhausted. Candi had ridden the horse thing for just as long and had been fingered to a climax, whilst mounted on the device, by her stepbrother Peter. How humiliating must that have been?

Now we had been releashed and brought, walking this time not crawling thankfully, to a store room. There was a store-man looking after the contents. It contained bondage and torture devices of all sorts.




Training Celina Week 01 Ch. 02



We still wore our sirik chains connecting our collars to our wrists and ankles.

"We want a double pussy and ass dildo in each of them, fastened in by a thin leather crotch strap please." Master Chan spoke for both himself and Mistress Mei Ling.

"Slave Candi will be first."

Releasing her lead, the store man ordered Candi to bend forward over a bench. We all watched him insert a dildo into Candi's pussy and then a separate one into her ass. She screamed loud and long, so sore was her cunt. The huge dildos went into the docile slave easily, with slave Candi now just groaning softly, and whimpering a bit when he forced the last couple of inches of each one into her. He then padlocked a thin leather crotch-strap tight between her legs forcing the impaling instrument to stay in place. 

Fuck, she looked gorgeous I thought to myself.

Then it was my turn. I, Celina, was similarly stuffed full of huge dildo in both my holes, my ass still felt wide open and gaping. It was filled easily. I also yelled out loudly, so sore was I after the previous ordeal. They were then padlocked via a crotch strap into place. Both of us were then told to stand up straight and thrust our tits out. We did and I felt my over used pussy lips and ass cheeks suck the dildos deeper inside me. I am sure Candi felt the same. The store man then produced a pair of stunningly high heeled shoes for us to put on and, with a swift, clean tug on the leash we were lead away again, but this time we were standing on our stupid-sized heels ... teetering along after Master and Mistress. What the fuck would happen next?

Master ... 

Man, I was so horny. My slut had only been gone for less than 2 days, and on one of those I had fucked Rika. But yet I wanted more release for my pent up lust. I knew that Celina did not like me fucking Rika ... it made her jealous, and, although she was my slave, I cared enough not to fuck Rika every day -- even though my slave would not necessarily find out!

So I went to my PC and played some videos of Celina. I had many including some from the time she was sold at auction and the last time we were in the boathouse together; the time when she fastened her own tits to the wall -- fuck that was hot!

As my lovely slut appeared naked on screen I flipped out my cock and began to stroke it into a state of solid erection. I would pleasure myself with the thought of Celina in my mind's eye. It would soon be Saturday and then I would see her again.

Celina ...

It was well into the evening now. I gasped softly with every step as my lips were stretched around the large penis gag strapped into my mouth, tormented almost beyond endurance by my condition. I was still wearing a full sirik plus the double dildos and the crotch strap and now an awful, deep throat penis gag. I had struggled at first to accept the long rubber shaft down my throat and had choked quite badly but necessity had demanded that I soon adjust to the oral invasion and I started to breathe by default once again through my nose, just as I had with the muzzle. The rubber shaft around which my mouth was stretched had a taste of male sperm about it. How did they do that? 

The two dildos flexed and pumped upon each additional step with maddening insistence. In reality, it was my own internal position that changed as I walked, but the effect was the same. Juices were running down my inner thigh, and my nipples were so hard that they ached. I was so desperately horny. The sirik, with the chains connecting my ankles now reduced considerably in length, and heels, only intensified my unwanted arousal, forcing me to take small slave like steps, swinging my hips lasciviously as I did. Fuckkkkkkk ... despite the pain and aches in my body I so desperately wanted to cum -- againnnnnnnn! What a fucking slut I was. I thought the audience would have gone home but they were still here. The same eyes watching both Candi and I; Rola, the Yangs, students from CAL plus poor Candi's family. They were certainly having a full day out! Several pairs of eyes watched us both.

After being 'kitted out' at the storeroom, Candi and I had been taken back into the stable. There our leashes had been fastened to separate large wooden posts and we were instructed to walk around with our backs straight, our heads down and our breasts thrust out. The sirik helped us with these demands on our posture. This made my task so hard from the get go, but that was several hours ago and now I wanted so badly to stop walking. My feet and legs ached in the outrageously high heels and my cunt, ass and mouth throbbed so much that it was driving me crazy. I knew Candi must feel the same. Master Chan and Mistress Mei Ling had watched us all of the time, as had the audience. Fuck they were patient. I saw that several large screens were replaying our earlier experiences and so this no doubt also kept the watchers entertained.

What a day this had been ... still was. This was some fucking start to our training!

I was so aware of the way my breasts swung and quivered humiliatingly with every step that my wandering mind anticipated, both with horror and a shameful longing, the inevitable tit-torture that we would have to endure at some stage of our stay here. Candi had already been savagely clipped when she was riding the horse. Fuck, despite my predicament I was so hot! I knew that my time here with Mistress Mei Ling or Master Chan or whoever would include more of them whipping me, fucking me and making me perform disgusting, degrading acts, and I knew also that he, she or whoever would have little difficulty forcing me to cum again and again.

I continued to walk the same path around the post to which I had been attached. My steps were short and choppy ... I looked like a slave; I felt like a slave, I was a slave! The short steps highlighted the swinging of my hips, a thought that intensified the fires burning from deep within my slutty body.

"Stop!" ordered Mistress Mei Ling. 

It was such a surprise that I almost stumbled. Both Candi and I stood still at our separate posts watching as Master Chan, not Mistress Mei Ling, walked towards us. He bypassed the English gyrl and came over to me. I moaned into my penis gag, helpless with lust, as he reached out and groped at my breasts, then lowered his head to lick and bite my aching nipples. My head flew back in ecstasy. Despite the protective nature of the crotch strap I nearly came on the spot, I was so close!

Master Chan let his eyes trail down my naked body. Gripping my hair tightly he pulled my head back via my pony tail. He cupped my pussy lips in his free palm, lightly squeezing my labia around the thin leather crotch-strap he'd pulled up tight between my legs. I groaned around my gag even more under his touch while he also closed his lips over my right nipple, tonguing my erect teat once more. I whimpered in helpless lust as both nipples, swollen and aching hard, were sucked and tongued. Then Master Chan trailed his lips over my heaving breasts. I could do nothing but placidly stand there, horny as fuck bound, on a lead, a huge long rubber shaft embedded into my mouth, and with both other holes stuffed full of dildo! Master Chan lifted my right breast in both hands, and sucked in great mouthfuls of flesh around my nipple. My wrists and ankles were chained tight and so I could do nothing but allow the Master to touch me and use me however he wanted. 

He was sucking my tits so hard around the nipple that I almost felt as if they were caught in a vacuum. When he pulled his mouth away, under the sheen of his spit now coating my breast, there were several blue, purple bruises. Love bites ... fuck he had marked me with his mouth. Occasionally Master Si had left me with similar marks on my body and so I knew they would be with me for a few days. Master Si ... I could not wait to see him again? I wanted so to have him take me, here and now ... how I missed him already. 

"Slave Celina has my mark on her flesh now," Master Chan grinned at me.

Love bites! Could any action have been less well-named? A shamed tear ran down my cheeks, as I continued to twist my hips back and forth, squirming on the monster shafts that had been forced deep into my body and locked in place. I groaned in painful pleasure as Master's fingers and thumbs sank deeper into my right breast which he still held in his hand, and his mouth once more went into action marking me with one last purple/red bruise.

Then I was taken by surprise. I was pushed up against the wooden post around which I had been walking. The post was no more than 3 inches in diameter and so my breasts pushed easily to either side of the tall piece of wood. He looped my leash, which remained still clipped to my collar, tight around my left breast, then around the post, and then around my right breast, then back around the post. I was tied to the post by my breasts, ingenious ... and very painful. Several more pairs of eyes were now watching me. I could only guess at what was about to happen but it was very clearly a favourite part for many of them. 

My tits seemed much larger than I knew them to be as they bulged, my skin being squeezed until it was shiny and taut. I clamped my mouth down hard around the penis gag, forced to moan in a heady mix of merging pain and pleasure. Secured in place by my sore titties, I was forced to stand right up against the hard wooden length of the post, my ankles, still sirik chained to my wrists and collar, spread to either side of the wood which was hard pressing against my stomach. So tight was I held against it that the post was actually resting in the small grooves that had been embedded into my body caused by the crotch-strap digging into me so much. 

Then something amazing happened! Well, amazing for me anyways. Master Chan moved to the other side of the post so that he faced me. He approached my naked, bound tits and in turn fastened a large ring into each nipple. This felt so good to me that, unbelievably, I now really was teetering on the brink of cumming. Then to my painful horror Master Chan fastened a small weight to each ring, and connected each ring by a small, tight chain that was then padlocked into place. The Master had locked my nipple-rings together, thus locking, as well as tying, my breasts around the post. Fuck, this now hurt incredibly ... but I could not recall ever juicing so much, I was filled with such need!

Under the seal of my gag I cried out in pain. How I wished that my breasts were bigger so that they were not quite so stretched and pulled tight. My nipples were on fire as the rings, weights and chain conspired to pull them both downwards and together. The pierced teats and the surrounding areola were cruelly pulled towards one another with the chain and the rings mercilessly unyielding. Master Chan had disappeared behind me and I soon discovered why as a blaze of pain erupted across my bare, exposed ass. 

The Master was using his belt to lash my bottom. I wailed in hopeless protest, terrified that I would be whipped to a humiliating orgasm, so close was I to the edge of ecstasy, and every blow struck my dildo impaled ass and forced my similarly filled cunt against the post making the small amount of give in the plastic shaft fuck me as if it were a real life cock. Shit, much more of this and I would explode! 

Another blaze of pain was laid across my skin, then another. These first few were not too hard but the Master was just getting his eye in! The next stroke was harder, and the next harder still, as Master Chan discovered that his hot, horny, dildo-stuffed, Asian slave could take more. Tears stung my eyes, as I was made to squirm against the post under the feel of Master's belt as I was lashed. I pulled against my own bound breasts as I twisted and jerked; squeezing my tightly bound tittie flesh even more painfully, and also deliciously, tighter. It reminded me of the pain I felt that last time in the boathouse when Master Si had made me clip my nipple rings to the wall. 

The leather crotch strap was now firmly embedded into the slit of my pussy, pushing the oversized dildo even deeper inside me. Its passage was eased not just by my writhing and twisting, but also by the flowing juice from between my thighs. I was going to cum; I knew it and could feel the sensation rising from the pit of my stomach. Several more hard lashes with his belt moved me nearer and nearer to the edge. Despite the pain and the crowd of people now watching I was aware of nothing but my need to climax. 

The Master lashed me harder still, putting more force into his swings now, surely leaving severe stripes and welts across my ass. My hands, still chained behind my back, fluttered helplessly above my throbbing, burning, bottom. Squealing in pain, trying to plead for merciful release under the huge penis gag strapped into my mouth, I jerked and twisted up against the post like a hooked fish as the Master lashed me still harder. I pulled hard against my bound titties. Fucccckkk this hurt so much. Pleasure and pain, pleasure and pain ... I was struck again and again and I wailed behind my gag. Then I screamed, squirming up against the post as the Master finally swung his belt with full force. My breasts were throbbing mounds of pain, my ass so thoroughly lashed that my cheeks were almost numb and I felt like I was sandpapering skin off my belly and inner thighs as I squirmed up against the wooden post.

But I was almost over the edge. The heat in my groin was pure pleasure. Fuckkkkkkkkkk I'm going to cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!!!!!!!!

My tear-blurred vision went grey. I saw flashes of light before my eyes and a wild shiver passed through my entire body as my pussy spasmed around the shaft locked into me. I realised, through the mists of my mind, that I was rubbing my groin harder and harder against the post, dragging my pussy lips across rough wood, forcing the dildo just slightly back and forth inside myself. Managing little tugs of movement across my clitoris with the crotch-strap! Then I cried out as I came, wave after wave of humiliating pleasure coursed through me, leaving me gasping for breath around the rubber penis in my mouth. The watching audience cheered and clapped as I came before them.

Vaguely I heard the Master utter his satisfaction with my performance "Well done, Celina," I think he said.

Finally my climax was over. Utterly exhausted and totally spent. I could hear more faint applause as I was left hanging limp from the post by my bound breasts. Master Chan freed the leash strap from the post and let me drop down to my knees. My breasts were free of the leash now, but I was still chained securely and weighted through my new nipple rings. 

Master Chan knelt down to my defeated body and removed the penis gag. I spluttered and spewed forth copious amounts of my own spit as fresh air, in a torrent of relief, flooded my mouth. He still left my breasts squeezed together around the damn post, nipple rings still padlocked in place. My wrists were, of course, still secured behind my back. The Master unbuckled his trousers, and pulled out his bursting hard cock. Totally subjugated, I made no move to pull away when the rock hard shaft was placed on my tongue.

"Suck me," he ordered. I knew he would be almost at bursting point after lashing me to orgasm, "and do not swallow my seed until I give you permission."

I obediently closed my lips over the Master's cock, and let the twitching shaft slide deeper into my mouth. 

"Oh...oh....oh fuck ... you horny little slant eyed cunt!" the Master gasped. "Good slut, good slave!"

I worked my lips up and down him, tonguing, licking, and kissing. Master Chan came quickly. I gasped as a stream of sour, salty, sperm pumped into my mouth. He put a hand out to the post to steady himself then, when he was finished, Master half dropped, half fell, back leaving a string of cum connecting his cock to my lips.

Mistress Mei Ling now approached me having watched Master Chan at work on my body.

"Show me your tongue!" she ordered.

I obediently held out the mess of saliva and semen resting in my mouth for her inspection. Slimy strands slipped off either side of my tongue, oozed through my braces, down my chin and dripped onto my throbbing, aching, breasts. My ass was on fire and my stomach, pussy lips and inner thighs rubbed raw. She made me wait with my tongue out. Would she fasten a new tongue stud to me that would allow her to clip my tongue hanging outside my mouth? Mei Ling knew about this option ... she had done it before. Not daring to speak without her permission, this waiting with my mouth open and my tongue hanging out was a new kind of agony.

"Swallow," she finally ordered.

I closed my eyes as Master Chan's semen slid down my throat. Mistress Mei Ling allowed Master Chan to approach me again and allowed me the privilege of licking his cock clean. Then, once more, she took the control back and fastened the penis gag back inside my mouth, trapping the residual sperm before she reached around my body and released my padlocked together nipple-rings. She patted my dildo-stuffed pussy and ass before scooping up my lead again and lightly kissing each of my sore, marked and abused breasts.

"Good slave!" she said, repeating Master Chan's words from a short while ago, "Celina has done well." I felt a strange glow of pride.

Once more I was clipped to the post. But I was not made to walk round it again. This time I was allowed to watch as Master Chan turned his attention to Candi. It was her turn now. She was not as used to this as I was and her nipples were not already pierced, and her stepfamily was watching! She was in for a harder time than me. How would the lovely, delicate English girl handle it? I was about to find out.

******

It had been a long hard day, my first full one at slave school. I was sore but to counter that I had experienced a thoroughly explosive orgasm. I was also comforted by the fact that Master Si wanted me here. I would be able to serve him better after my 'schooling' and so whatever it was I needed to learn or endure would be worth it for that reason alone.

I was back in our dorm room. I looked round at the other girls. There was no sound except for Candi's sobbing. She had experienced the same as I had at the stable post including the belt lashing, the tit torture and the orgasm. Her tits were a little bigger than mine and so hadn't been stretched quite so much but she had not been pierced previously and so the piercing was administered as a part of her lesson. This would have been even more painful both mentally and physically for poor Candi. We had been 'allowed' to keep our nipple rings in place although the cumbersome weights had been removed.

Monique lay on her bed face down and was very quiet. There was a lot of reflecting to be done by all of us and I was sure that the others were as concerned as I was by the fact that Brittany had not yet being returned. She had been severely punished earlier in the day and when that punishment had become more gratuitous it was clear that the guards and Masters enjoyed inflicting pain on what was a beautiful, tall, blonde all American gyrl. I hoped she was okay.

In a similar fashion to Monique, both Candi and I also lay face down on our beds. We had little choice in this matter for several reasons. Firstly our asses were so sore that we could not bear them to touch even the soft sheets of the bed, but added to that we had all, at not inconsiderable pain, had a butt plug inserted into our already well used ass holes. Master Hagrid had personally performed the insertions and told us all that our asses were still too tight and needed to be loosened in time for tomorrow's lessons. So, when we had been suitably lubed up, he proceeded to insert butt plugs into each of us. Finally, we were chained ankle and wrist to the 4 corners of the bed primarily to stop us masturbating now that the crotch straps had been removed.




Training Celina Week 01 Ch. 03



PART 3

Celina .../b>

If it hadn't been for the alarm siren I think we would all have slept on and on so great was our exhaustion following the first full day at slave school. I was deep into a wonderful dream about Master Si when the damn bell interrupted me. I opened my bleary eyes carefully, slowly remembering where I was. Gradually the feeling came back into my body and I felt the swelling in my ass where the butt plug was still embedded deep within me. My dreams had been so vivid and Master Si so real that I wondered if I had actually cum? 

I was still chained down to my bed, as were the other slaves, including Brittany. I guessed that Master Hagrid had taken her down after 2 hours as he promised and then secured her to the bed, butt plug and all, just like the rest of us. I could see the tired eyes of the other gyrls opening slowly as they too began to remember where they were.

Just then the door to our dorm room burst open and in marched Master Hagrid and Mistress Mei Ling flanked by two brown uniformed guards. He was as impressively half naked as he had been the day before and his presence quickly made me remember my status. Mei Ling looked stunning in a very short red kimono with red heels on her feet.

"Good morning slaves," he remarked, "I'm here to check your asses."

Here we go again I thought to myself

I watched as Hagrid moved first to Monique and then to Candi and slowly removed their plugs. The gyrls were not gagged and so each exhaled a low groan as their asses were freed up again. I strained my neck to see and noticed how the plug had left Candi's ass hole wide and round, like the opening of a jar. It looked like it could take anything -- I guess that was the point. The he came to Brittany. She hardly stirred, being so much more tired than the rest of us.

"So my little golden haired slave," Hagrid teased her, "Let's have a look at you."

As he pulled the plug out a little more vigorously than he had the other two, and began to release his cock from his pants, I could see that Brittany was going to get humiliated and fucked again. I have no idea why I did it, but I couldn't stand to see her continually abused in this way and so I spoke out. Big mistake!

"Please Master Hagrid, leave Brittany alone ... don't hurt her anymore."

All the gyrls looked at me, amazed at what I said, even Brittany herself. Master Hagrid stopped in his tracks and glared at me.

Clearly losing his patience, Master Hagrid undid my chains and, leaving the butt plug in place, swept me off my feet, scooped me up and in no time had me fastened to the ceiling manacles just as Brittany had been the night before. Fuck, me and my stupid, slut mouth! With a cruel laugh, he pushed me viciously backwards and made my body swing painfully from my wrists. There were no table stands for me.

"That was such a stupid thing to say slave Celina and stupid, naughty girls have to be punished, don't they?" chided Hagrid, as he pinched my nipples painfully between his forefingers.

I nodded, scared now. 

He reached into the leather pouch around his waist, extracted a cutthroat razor and opened it slowly. The dim light glinted wickedly on the sharp, shiny blade as he turned it backwards and forwards, admiring it lovingly. My eyes opened wide in horror as I gazed in fascination at the deadly instrument.

"What...what... are you going to do?" I whispered through dry lips. I could feel the continuous strain of the butt plug stretching my ass.

Holding my hips steady with one mighty hand Hagrid proceeded to swiftly take away any morning stubble from my pussy and mound. The sensation from his expert dry shave was not all unpleasant and he sensed my intake of breath.

"Fetch the pussy chains Mistress Mei Ling."

He smiled while his free hand stroked the soft slit of my pussy, his thumb finding the sensitive bud of my clitoris; his forefinger parted them and started to slide in and out of me. He turned his head and spoke. 'Are you ready Mistress Mei Ling?"

Mistress stepped forward, and my eyes widened, trying to see what she held in her hand. I glanced down and noticed how Monique was thrusting her groin slightly but regularly against the soft bed sheets. This whole thing must be making her hot. I was not surprised, watching such a scene would have made me hot too.

I started to shake with fear. What were they going to do, how long would I be hanging here? My body ached so much. Hagrid held in his hand a short length of thick gold chain. At each end there was a toothed clasp, similar to a sharp crocodile clip. He dangled it in front of my eyes.

"Now you will really see the foolish nature of your words!" He smiled cruelly as he leaned forward, holding a clasp in each hand.

"Hold her securely," he snapped at Mei Ling, as I attempted to twist and turn. Mistress's hands gripped the top of my thighs, holding me in place as Hagrid set about his business. I screamed at the twin stabs of pain as the clips gripped the tender lips of my pussy, drawing them together, closing them and concealing my slit under their painful, nipping security. Fuck he had clipped my pussy lips together under the sharp touch of the serrated metal edges. I closed my eyes against the extreme pain and screamed. 

Gradually it dulled to a throbbing sensation and I groaned again as each throbbing pulse sent quivers of sensation from my groin to every part of my body.

Hagrid looked me in the eye.

"Bet you wish you'd kept quiet now slave don't you?"

"Y...yes... Master," I sobbed.

"You have learned another early lesson today Celina."

Fuck. It wasn't a lesson learned; I knew not to speak out of turn. It was even a basic premise for my relationship with Master Si. Why had I opened my stupid, slutty Asian mouth?

Again he pushed me slightly, making me swing back and forth. My pussy hurt so much now under the nip of the crocodile clips.

"Mistress Mei Ling, bring me the tray."

She appeared at Master Hagrid's side with a tray full of weights.

"Now you will really suffer. Get Candi over here."

Candi ...

I felt the manacles at my wrist and ankles being undone. I had heard them say my name but I could not see Celina too clearly from my position and so I was not entirely sure what I was being asked to do. My bottom hurt and I was scared.

"Come here slave Candi," I was ordered once I had struggled to my feet and put some life back into my aching limbs. I was dragged by the brown suited guards over to where Master Hagrid and Mistress Mei Ling were standing.

I looked with pity at Celina. She had been crying and was still wracked with small sobs. I could see from where I lay on the bed that they had chained her high to the ceiling hooks and I now looked upon her stretched body thinking how beautiful she looked. Then I saw the real instrument of her pain. A lovely delicate gold chain hung in a short length from her pussy lips. The chain had 2 sharp clips at its ends that were being used the clamp her lips together. What was my role in all this?

"Okay Candi, now you see this ..."

Master Hagrid reached down and tugged slightly on the gold chain making Celina groan and writhe. It clearly hurt her.

"... well you will add weights to it one by one and cause slave Celina enough pain such that she remembers her place. Okay?"

No it was not okay. It would be awful for me having to do it and ... poor Celina, what would her pain be like? But I was in no position to argue. A weight was offered to me from the tray and so I took it. I looked at the small dark object. It had a hook on top and a ring underneath it. I could go on adding weights until they told me stop. I looked from the small weight to Celina's face. I saw the terror in her eyes but I already knew enough about being a slave to know that she would not say a word.

"Place the weight on the chain Candi."

I did as I was ordered, wanting, but not daring, to apologise as the weight was hooked onto the chain gripping Celina's pussy. I held my breath as I heard Celina groan quietly. I could see the teeth on the clips working harder now, pulling at poor Celina's pussy flesh ... nipping, hurting.

"Again," came the order from Master Hagrid.

I took another weight and hooked it underneath the first. Celina breathed deeply, feeling the pain. Once more the order came and once more I added another weight. There were at least 20 weights on the tray. This could go on for a long time yet!

Celina ...

My mind was a blur of agony. I was scared to think of what this was doing to my pussy. It had been 7am when we had been woken. I had been chained up like this for nearly 2 hours now and Candi had been made to add 12 or so weights to the chain gripping my pussy. I had no idea what weight that was but it hurt so, so much and that infernal dildo was still impaled deep inside of my ass.

Master Hagrid and Mistress Mei Ling had stepped back to admire the handiwork and were now smiling at my predicament.

"So slave Celina, you have 6 pounds of weight pulling at your pussy lips now. Does it hurt?"

"Y...yes Master," I replied.

"Good, then your lesson has been learned. Get her down," he said to the guards," and have them showered. I want them all in the classroom in 30 minutes."

******

Half an hour later and we were all four being led on a connected chain down a new corridor into the 'academic block'. My pussy was so sore and now showed a number of small scratches. That had been a shocking start to the day ... could it get any worse?

******

"Masturbation is also strictly forbidden, the punishment for that is severe. You see it is important that the school strictly controls if and when a student can have an orgasm."

Mistress Victoria was addressing us. We were all standing in a straight line listening to our professor talk. In fact there were 2 lines and about 20 students, all female. I wondered whether there were any male slaves here. It had been a shock to discover that there were other slaves at the school at the same time we were. All the girls had been dressed in a simple yellow skirt that was slit up both sides for its entire length. That was all we wore. No underwear, nothing on our feet and our breasts completely bare. 

"Another rule," Mistress said, "is that you are not allowed to ever close your legs. Your knees should always be well apart. Your pubic area should always be as accessible and on display."

I glanced at Candi and could see that she was on the verge of crying. The rules were all designed to humiliate us as much as possible

"While you are here, the Masters and Mistresses, both academic and physical, may order you to have sex with them. If you refuse, you will be punished. And if you do not perform well, you will be punished. One of the smartest things you can do while here in learn how to satisfy both men and women sexually."

I saw Candi's eyes open wide.

"The rules are difficult to follow and when you fail to follow the rules, the punishments are harsh. You will do almost anything to graduate from this school and never come back."

Candi's mouth just continued to hang open. I knew a little more about the type of things we were here to learn from my time with Master Si.

"This school is very effective in behaviour modification," Mistress Victoria went on, "You've been here only a short time and already you've all taken the first steps."

Mistress smiled and continued, "Now, all of you sluts take a seat. Go on, sit!" she spoke to us like we were dogs.

We all turned to look at the classroom chairs and horror spread over our face. Each chair, whilst looking conventional, contained two dildo sections and it was obvious what they were intended to achieve. Each section showed the head of a dildo protruding about an inch.

"Girls, please sit down and make sure the exposed dildo heads are positioned accurately at the entrances to your ass and you pussy."

So this why we had our asses stretched? I flicked up my brief skirt and positioned myself as ordered squirming slightly as the nub head of the devices nestled in the folds of both pussy and ass. 

When we had all obeyed we sat waiting in anticipation of what might happen next.

"The dildos you have on the seats can be extended by me through my control panel to a length of 8 inches. They can also be heated up, made to sprout studs and made to vibrate. They will be used to discipline you."

No one spoke but I was shocked and so I guessed the others were also.

"So we will start you all off with 3 inches inside your asses and 4 inside your pussies."

She flicked the remote on the wall, which showed each one of our seats separately, and we all let out a collective groan as we were partially filled. We were effectively secured to our seats by the dildos. What now?

"So slaves, for the next 2 hours we shall have a quiz."

A fucking quiz, I thought to myself, shifting slightly as the dildos made my sitting position quite uncomfortable.

Mistress Victoria continued, "The quiz can be about anything, and for each answer you get right you will have the dildos inside you reduced in size by an inch. But for each one you get wrong you get an extra inch plus some of the 'extras'."

Fuckkkkkkkk! Now I could see her game.

"At the end you will be scored against each other and the one with most wrong answers will be the loser. Oh and by the way if any of you should orgasm then you automatically lose a further 10 points. The loser will be the opening performer at the slave games tomorrow, but beware that the one who loses gets to pick her opponent for this performance, so none of you are safe. Believe me slaves, being the opening performance at the slave games is a very hard, very painful but sometimes pleasurable task."

I was shocked. Fuckkkk this quiz was going to be more important to our continued well being than I first thought.

"We will go around each of you in turn, starting with you." Mistress pointed at Brittany who was seated at the front first on the left as Mistress looked out at us.

"You have a badly whipped back slave Brittany, why is that?"

"Because Mistress, I was a bad slave yesterday."

"Were you indeed, well let's hope that you improve today. Okay then we'll start."

Brittany prepared herself to be first, and we all watched to see what would happen.

"Slave Brittany, all of you sluts demonstrate lascivious behaviour. Spell lascivious."

Her eyes widened as if to tell us all that she wasn't sure.

"Erm ... l-a-s-i-v-i-u-s ..."

Mistress Victoria smiled. Even I knew she was wrong.

"Wrong slave," Mistress said simply.

Brittany let out a deep sigh and quiet groan as she took another inch of the dildo into each of the holes between her thighs.

Next up was a slave I didn't know.

"Okay slave Angel, what is the capital city of the USA?"

That was much easier than Brittany's question. Was this quiz going to be fair?

Slave Angel smiled, "Washington DC Mistress."

"That is correct slave."

Slave Angel's eyes opened wide as the dildos were slipped an inch out of her.

"Ok slave Monique, please tell me how many time the number 4 goes into the number 20."

Shit, that was sooooo easy.

"5 times Mistress."

"Correct," slave Monique also had her dildos reduced in length.

"Okay slave Veronica, you must name for me the season in which the leaves fall of the trees."

"That is during the Fall, Mistress."

"Well done slave." She too had her dildos reduced.

It was me next.

"Okay slave Celina, listen carefully. If the population of a country increased by an average of 2% per year from 2000 to 2003, and the population of this country was 2,000,000 on December 31, 2003, then what would the population of this country on January 1, 2000, to the nearest thousand have been."

Whatttttttttttttttttttttttttttt!

"Could you please say that again Mistress?" I asked almost in tears.

"No repeating slave. If you were not listening then you will receive an inch and half extra if you do not get the answer right."

I was nearly sick at the thought of where this quiz was clearly headed. I had thought that Brittany's question was hard but mine was just so fucking unbelievable. Were they still punishing me for my transgression this morning? It sure seemed like it.

"Come on slave Celina, answer me."

I had no fucking idea. "I am sorry Mistress I do not know."

I could see the smirk on her face as she pressed the remote switch applicable to me and I groaned loudly as I was penetrated in both my ass and my pussy by an extra inch and a half.

The quiz carried on. It was taking about 20 minutes to get around all of us and I despaired as I heard the continued easy nature of the questions all of other slaves were asked, including Brittany. Then it was my turn again. The previous slave, Veronica, had just told Mistress what 6 added to 13 was and I now awaited my question with fearful anticipation.

"Okay Celina, What Are the Elements in the Human Body?"

I bowed my head and sobbed.

"Come on hurry up."

"Er ... water, oxygen, calcium and ..."

I was pretty impressed that I had got these 3, but I had no idea how many there were. I was destined to lose this game. It would be me as the main attraction at the salve games tomorrow, I was sure of that.

"Slave Celina there are 12 main elements not including water, so you have 2. Now come on, answer me."

I just shook my head, "I am sorry Mistress but I have no idea."

Again she smirked as another inch was remotely slipped into my holes. I groaned loudly again, and what was worse I could feel myself getting wet.

Another round of easy questions followed for everyone else. Despite this a few of the slaves were so stupid that they were also impaled. So, I thought, I'm not out of it yet thanks to the stupidity of the others, and I might just even get a question I can answer. However, even as I thought this I could feel an unwanted sensation building up in the pit of my stomach.

By the time it came around to me again a lot of the slaves were already almost free of their dildos completely. There was just me and a couple of other stupid slaves who had also failed to get any answers correct despite the easy nature of the questioning. All 3 of us had failed completely so far but I had the extra length from the first question.

This time however Mistress was determined to make sure that I became the clear leader. Easy addition sums for the 2 of them was followed by being asked to name several key dates from the American War of Independence -- what the fuck! How was I supposed to know? What was worse was that Mistress decided my attitude was becoming sullen -- course it fucking was -- and so decided that I deserved an extra inch inside both my pussy and my ass.

I was beyond control now. Not only did have an extra 2 and ½ inches of dildo inside both my holes I was now seriously juicing and found myself having to concentrate more on not cumming than I was on the questions. A situation of course that was only heading one way!

By the time my next question came around I did not even hear it spoken so distracted was I by the awful, terrible, wonderful feeling of approaching climax.

"Slave Celina, are you listening to me," I heard Mistress shout.

"Y ... yes ... Mistress," I shuddered, "Ohhh ... ohh ... ohhhhhh!" Fuck I was almost over the edge. Everyone was watching me. Monique at my side turned to face me and whispered, "don't cum Celina, please don't cum."

But Mistress Victoria was determined to finish me off now. She approached me and leaned down into my desk.

"So little bitch, not only are you the most worthless, useless, stupid fuck-toy I have ever taught but you are going to cum are you?"

I nodded, "I will try n...n...not to Mistress," but I knew that it was no good.

"But you need more dildo for your most recent example of stupidity don't you slave?"




Training Celina Week 01 Ch. 03



"Y...yes M...Mistress," I stammered.

"Ask me then."

"P...please M...Mistress, fill me with more ... ohhhhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkk!"

She had already filled me and so now I had huge shafts of hard rubber impaling me beyond endurance.

"But that is not all slut, you ignored me when I asked the last question, and so ..."

"Nooooooooooooooooooo," I cried out as she switched on the heat and the vibrator simultaneously. That was it. The pain of the heat and the pleasure of the vibration took me over the edge.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!! Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!"

My back arched and a series of shattering orgasms swept through me. I screamed my relief and came gloriously in front of the entire class, squirming and writhing on my chair whilst Mistress Victoria hurled the most obscene insults at me.

"You fucking worthless bitch, you stupid animal, you slant eyed little Chinese fuck slut. How dare you cum without my permission?"

I heard her but I couldn't focus on anything other than the powerful rushing torrent between my legs. I was cumming okay, and Mistress had what she wanted. Gradually my orgasm subsided.

"Okay slave Celina, as you are aware you have lost the quiz. You will be one half of the subjects involved in the opening of tomorrow's slave games. You must now choose a partner to compete against."

I knew who that was going to be. I wanted the other slave who I thought should be easy to beat given her lack of experience. I looked up and spoke.

"I choose Slave Candi."

She opened her eyes wide, staring at me in horror and shook her head slowly.

"Good choice slave Celina. Now slut, stand up."

I did as I was ordered wondering what was coming next. The dildo's squelched my release, my pussy and ass doing their best to retain the shafts within me.

"Look down at the chair." I looked down and saw one dildo covered copiously in my juices and another that had been up my ass.

"Kneel slave and suck the dildo that has been inside your pussy. Clean it of all your juices."

I sighed but knew that my options were none existent. I knelt and gripping the sides of the chair for balance I proceeded to deep throat the dildo as if it were Master's cock, taking every last drop of juice into my mouth.

"Good work Celina. Now do the same for your ass dildo."

Fuckkk no, I could not do this it. Just the thought of it was so disgusting.

"Please Mistress, don't make me ...."

I was scared at what Mistress Victoria would do to me now. I had spoken out of turn. Amazingly she just smiled.

"Very well. Slaves Monique, Veronica and Rosie standup."

I watched as the three slaves named stood up. They all had dildos that were extended a few inches and so had certainly been permanently impaled for quite some time.

"Instead of your own ass dildo, clean the pussy dildos of the three standing slaves."

I didn't want to do this either but became quickly resigned to the fact that I had no choice. So I moved from one to the other and, kneeling at each chair, wrapped my soft lips around them and sucked them clean as I had been ordered while the rest of the class and Mistress Victoria looked on smiling and mocking me. 

"Okay worthless slaves, that is the end of your first classroom session. For the rest of today, it was now 2pm; you will be fed and then bathed before being chained back down to your beds by 7pm for the night. It is the slave games tomorrow and you need to rest -- especially the 2 of you."

She looked pointedly at Candi and me, and I shuddered with fright.

Celina ...

I spent a terrible night worrying about the slave games and my part in them. My dreams saw me suffer all sorts of ordeals every one of which could have been possible come the games. By the time I was wakened at 7 am my body was aching from being chained down and I was covered in the perspiration of nightmares. Thoughts of the day ahead scared me.

Candi and I were prepared with care that morning. We had bathing assistants assigned to us to make sure that when we were paraded into the arena we would feel as fresh as we could and look our best. Our hair was washed and dried wavy and long, and our whole bodies were carefully cleaned. Our pussies were freshly shaved and we had nipple rouge applied to make our teats stand out. I can't say that I felt particularly good but I knew that we both looked fine.

Throughout all of this Candi and I barely exchanged a word. She was clearly a little upset that I had selected her but I suspected that she was very wrapped up in her mind with thoughts of what the day held for us.

Finally we were each dressed in a flimsy silk top and long silk skirt with a split up the full length of each side. We looked like slaves; we were slaves. Ready for the day ahead we were led out. I had to admit to finding myself wantonly aroused at the thought of what lie in store for Candi and I. We were to perform in the games arena. This was not the stable arena, which was more of a training ground, this was a proper games arena and as we entered into it I heard a cacophonic cheer. There were hundreds of people in the stands which were set along 2 sides. The guard leading us turned around with a leering smile on his face and said,

"Plenty of people to see you humiliated slaves, eh?"

It was true there was.

We were led to a place in front of what was the main box. Master Jones and his entourage sat facing us and both Candi and I fell to our knees. We automatically looked down but in the process of doing so I noticed how he surveyed our bodies with what looked like a mixture of lust and pride.

Mistress Mei Ling appeared with Masters Chan and Hagrid.

"So slaves Candi and Celina the time has come for you to entertain us. You will endure five rounds of competition. Each round will have a winner. The overall winner will be allowed to watch the loser being punished before then being taken away from the arena to be bathed, pampered and then allowed to service Master Jones himself. The loser will be publicly flogged, humiliated and then fucked in front of all of these people."

Both Candi and I let our jaws drop. Fuck, I was a little apprehensive about what the winning prize entailed but the loser ... that was harsh. I must not lose I told myself. Was slave Candi similarly competitive I wondered?

"You will see that there is a large crowd to watch you, you should both feel pleased. In case you are wondering, all of the people who came to watch yesterday have returned and you will see that the individuals who are paying for you to be here are also all here in the box to your right."

Huh! Not caring whether I was supposed to or not I looked up. Was Master Si there? Oh just to catch a glimpse of his face would be so good. I focused my eyes and saw him. Oh, Master you have come to me. Thank you, thank you, thank you, I repeated in my mind. But I also saw Rika. She had come too. Fuck! It wasn't that I hated her, far from it, but if she was up there with Master then she was nearer to him and therefore able to grab his attention more. Despite the nature of my current predicament I was jealous. Still at least my family were not here ... poor Candi. She was still traumatised from her step brother, Peter, being allowed to torture her yesterday on the horse.

"Stand and strip," Master Jones ordered. We both obeyed and then returned, gloriously naked, to our kneeling positions. "Master Hagrid will supervise this morning's performance. Proceed."

The formalities were over. We were about to begin. Master Hagrid ordered us to rise and stand in the centre of the arena. He brought over towards us a long thin cane which he placed on the ground at our feet. Standing before us he produced a pebble which he clasped his fist around and placed behind his back.

"You will each administer, and receive, strokes from the cane alternatively," he announced through the microphone and out through the loud speakers. "You will do this until one of you cries out. Upon this occurrence the other will be the winner of this first competition. Candi, being the chosen gyrl and not the quiz loser will choose which of my hands holds the pebble. If she chooses right she can decide who receives the first stroke. If she chooses wrong then slave Celina has first choice."

I was already nervous and as I glanced and saw Candi chewing her lip, I knew that she felt the same. Master Hagrid's hands, clenched, appeared in front of him and he held them out towards Candi. Cautiously she hesitated before placing her hand over his right one. Slowly he turned his hand over and opened his fist. There was no pebble. Candi gasped. Tough luck, I thought smiling inside.

However, I also hesitated. Which would be best? If I took the first stroke I would always be one ahead of Candi and so would always be setting her a target that she had to pass. If I applied the first stroke the position would be reversed. If I went first it seemed to me that I would have an advantage.

"If it pleases my Master I will take the first stroke."

Candi ...

I was surprised to say the least. I was sure that Celina would have applied the first stroke. But then I began to realise that she would always be one ahead of me. Mmmmm, that could be a smart move Celina. Her thinking was ahead of mine already. I felt so vulnerable here, naked, in front of such a large crowd that contained both my Step brother and father. The watching audience cheered, we were about to start to perform. I though fleetingly of how I had imagined my visit to the US going; sunshine, beaches and parks, not naked, and being trained as a slave. But my day dream was broken by the voice of Master Hagrid. He addressed Celina.

"Right slave, turn your back towards Master Jones, spread your feet well apart and hold your ankles. You will keep your legs straight and remain perfectly still and silent for a count of ten after the strokes land. Any sound or movement in that time and you lose the round."

I watched as Celina took up the required position. I could see how she forced her legs to lock rigid as she gripped her ankles tight and clenched her jaw. I guessed that in her experience she had been whipped and caned much more than I had. Apart from an ad hoc sweep of the leather leash on my back over the past few days I had never been either caned or whipped. How would I cope?

I was handed the bamboo cane and looked at the bent body of my rival. Celina looked at me through the V of her spread legs. I swished the cane in the air and saw Celina's eyes widen. I had to admit that it made me feel good. I raised the bamboo and slashed it down cutting the air until it fell harshly across Celina's bottom. I saw how she held back a gasp or possibly a yell. It was a good stroke and I knew it would have hurt. However, Celina remained silent, as the contest demanded, while Master Hagrid made the count. After ten he ordered us to reverse positions and the crowd clapped and cheered.

I watched as Celina stood rubbing her bottom and I took up the required position in her place. I had not held back with the stroke and so I knew she would not either. I was scared. This would hurt, I knew it. I saw to my side as Master Hagrid handed her the bamboo cane. As she moved to my rear I also saw her through the arch of my spread legs, much as she had done to me. As Celina raised her arm I closed my eyes and waited for the pain. I heard the slash of the cane through the air and held my breath. It struck and it hurt. I almost bit through my lip as the agony coursed through my body. But I would not scream and I did not. Again, Hagrid made the count and I remained silent and still.

"Well done both of you," said Master Hagrid. "Now go over to the box where your VIP guests are and show them your asses."

What, no please? I could see the white and red line that had raised itself on Celina's bottom and knew mine would look the same. But, despite the feeling of overwhelming humiliation, we obeyed. Walking over to the box we both looked up at the people in there. I glared at my step father and brother but I noticed how lovingly Celina smiled at the man I guessed to be her Master. He smiled back. Who was the other Asian girl with him I thought. She was very attractive too. Celina's sister maybe? I had no idea. But the thoughts were taken from me as we were instructed to turn around, bend over and pull our bottom cheeks apart thus displaying not just the cane marks but also our ass holes clearly and openly to the watching people.

Our duty done we were returned to the centre of the arena. Turn and turn about, we lashed the cane across each other's buttocks until we had both taken ten strokes without moving or emitting a sound during the aftermath of each. My bottom hurt so much that I had nothing to compare it to. I was not sure how much longer I could go on.

Master ...

This had been so enjoyable. There was my slave Celina looking even more subservient already and she had two more weeks after this to endure. I had asked why she had been chosen for the opening contest today and it was explained that she spoke out of turn which had then become the source of the reasoning as to why she was here. I was a little disappointed upon hearing this but knew that ultimately she would learn her lessons well. I had brought Rika along both for my enjoyment but also to humiliate Celina. I hoped that it was working.

Watching the first lash of the cane had been almost exhilarating. Then, when Celina and her lovely rival slave Candi had been made to approach our box and display openly in front of us, I had gone immediately erect. As the two slaves walked back to the caning position I turned to Rika.

"Touch me slut."

She turned to me and smiled cupping her left palm over my bursting cock. She was a good girl. I thrust my groin into her fingers but did no more than that given the public nature of our position. However I made her keep her hand there with her fingers curled more around my shaft and knew that eventually she would probably make me cum.

I had exchanged pleasantries with slave Candi's guests and discovered that they were her step father and brother. What sort of sick mission must they be on? Having said that, Candi was a beautiful girl and her walk, as she moved away from us, could easily be described as slinky. Fuck, her hips moved so well. Still no one came up to the hot standards of my own slave, Celina. Not Rika, not Candi and not even the harsh Mistress Mei Ling.

I relaxed into my comfortable seat, repositioned Rika's hand slightly and waited for the contest to continue.

Celina ...

My ass hurt bad and so I knew Candi's must be equally as bad if not worse. We took two more strokes taking the total to twelve each and we were now both frantically rubbing our throbbing ass cheeks as soon as the count was over. As Candi took up her provocative position once more I noticed that her legs were beginning to tremble. I was already one stroke up and so I saw this as my chance. I paused a little longer than normal and could see that it was taking all of Candi's strength to remain still even before the stroke was administered. Her ass was a mass of red welts; I knew mine would be the same. She looked back at me through her legs and, although her eyes were full of tears, like my eyes were, I saw actual fear for the first time. This was definitely an opportunity.

I knew that I would not be able to endure much more of this part of the contest before capitulating. Candi's strokes came with a force that belied her relatively petite stature. Then I noticed something else. The beating so far, as well as hurting me, was making me hot. However I was so focused on winning that I was not really juicing ... not by my standards anyhow. However, I could see clear pussy juice seeping out of Candi's shaved slit. The caning was making her body respond like a slave. Fuck, the horny little slut. An idea came into my mind. I was determined to win and I knew now that my next stroke could break her.

I wiped the tears away from my own eyes with the back of my left hand whilst at the same time raising my right one. I swept the bamboo cane up and under Candi's ass cheeks as hard as I could. As I had intended, and hoped, the cane sliced across Candi's engorged pussy lips as well as the tenderest part of her ass. Although she stayed commendably still, a short, sharp shriek of pain and surprise came out from Candi's mouth even before Master Hagrid had started the count. Yesssss! I had won.

The crowd erupted in cheers at the end of round one. Through the noise Hagrid announced the end of round one.

"Stand up slave Candi; you have lost this part of the contest, slave Celina is in the lead, one to nil."

Hagrid took the cane from my hand and slipped it under his belt. I rubbed my tender ass cheeks and saw Candi doing the same. What next I wondered.

"Now slaves it is time for round two."

A general murmur of excitement ran around the arena and I glanced to see what was causing it. Fuck!! Six male slaves were led in, all connected to a long, heavy chain. They were naked and each one was solidly erect ... I had to admit that they looked delicious. Were they being trained here also?

So slaves Candi and Celina you see lined up before you 6 male slaves. You will start at one end Celina and Candi at the other. You will get onto your knees and give each one a blow job. Using only your mouth for stimulating his penis, you will suck him until he cums and then you will spit the cum into your slave bowl. The winner is the one who gets the most cum by the time the 2 of you meet.

I was half expecting something like this and I felt reasonably calm until the crowd cheered and I was reminded of Master and Rika, not to mention all the other guests that knew me just sitting there watching me being humiliated.

We were ready and Master Hagrid counted down from ten. I looked up at the slave standing before me. He was cute; it would not be too hard. In fact all the male slaves were very pleasing on the eye.

Then he shouted 'Commence'. So I did.

I got down to the task much quicker than Candi and from the glance I gave to her it appeared that she was not overly experienced on the blow job front. Was this going to be another win for me?

It took me no longer than a few minutes to extract the semen from the first slave. The male slave withdrew his cock leaving my mouth awash with his salty sperm. I widened my eyes at him allowing him to acknowledge with his eyes the good job I had done, before I leaned over the bowl and spit the thick globules of cum down into the smooth, white porcelain bottom. Then I was onto the next one. Candi had started but was only tentatively sucking and licking. She would never get what she wanted like this. I saw her look over at me and start to mimic my actions, taking the cock deeper into her pretty little mouth. I needed this second one quick to build on my lead.

The erect dick was pointing clearly into my face so I took it eagerly into my mouth. The male slave groaned. I could not afford to waste time on the niceties of oral sex so I lunged greedily at his erection and immediately took at least 2/3rds of it deep into my throat. I licked up and down the shaft allowing my hot breath to spread over the purple tip making sure that I sucked and tongued him for all I was worth. Then he arched and before I knew it my mouth was once more holding the hot emission from the second male slave. I wanted to yell out my success but dare not for fear of spilling the seed. So instead I leaned over and spit the juice once more into the bowl.

Candi was warming a little to the task now and her slave was beginning to shudder. There was no time to lose and so I took a third cock into my mouth. Momentarily I had relaxed back onto my haunches but soon changed my position once I felt the soreness from my ass touch my heels. Fuck, the marks from the caning were sure hurting me now.




Training Celina Week 01 Ch. 03



Candi ...

The stiff length of male flesh protruded accusingly in front of my face. It glistened from the covering of my saliva as I tried desperately to make it squirt its juices into my mouth. It was proving difficult. The male slave was perfectly pleasing to my eye and so I had no trouble on that score, and I had performed oral sex, or given a blow job as it was more colloquially termed, before. Except that previously it had been as a part of making love with a boyfriend who exerted no pressure on me. Now I was been asked to extract the semen from a row of male slaves as part of a sex slave competition!

I glanced to my left and saw Celina, on her knees, spitting the semen from her second slave into the bowl. The pressure on me increased. Surely he had to cum soon, after all, I knew that I was looking hot and my mouth was soft and warm and I was doing my best to deep-throat him. Come on, pleeeeeeaaaaase!

Just at that moment I sensed his penis pulse more frequently. This is it, come on. Then his back arched and he exploded! His erection flew out of my hands and began to pump his juices everywhere, but mainly over my face. Nooooooooooo, shittttt! I felt my eyes, my nostrils and my hair become covered as I desperately tried to get him back inside my mouth without using my hands. But it was no use. By the time I took him back inside my warm oral opening I caught only the dregs of his final few thrusts. I could not believe it. I turned wearily to my bowl and spit the few globs that I had retained onto the smooth, white surface.

To make matters worse I saw Celina's next slave thrusting deep into her throat and knew that she had just conquered her third penis. As I took a second erection inside my mouth I knew that I had lost this round as well.

Still, I could but try and so I applied myself to this second slave with an enthusiasm that belied my real feelings and quickly had him fucking my red lips for all he was worth. It took a few minutes but he soon filled my mouth with his juices. My problem, if anything, was that I had taken him so deep into my throat that I struggled to keep his sperm out of my stomach. But I retained a mouth full of the goo and released it into the bowl.

Unfortunately by this time Celina had finished off her fourth slave and was simply waiting on all fours, panting her exertions and watching for me to finish. She had sperm dripping from her lips and, with her tousled hair and exotic Chinese-American features, looked a little wild. I was pleased with my second effort but this round overall was a 'no-contest'. I had only sucked two slaves to Celina's four, and my first effort resulted in little produce. Master Hagrid spoke and as I listened to his words my heart sank.

"That marks the end of the second round. Celina has again been victorious and so now leads two to nil. However, because we don't want to waste the produce from our male slaves, slave Candi, as the loser, will now drink the contents of both bowls."

"Nooooooooooo please!" I cried out. Ordinarily my outburst might have been punished but I guess they believed that what I was about to do was punishment enough. If I had concerns about whether I would physically be able to do this, then they were soon squashed. I was taken by the guards and laid out, face up, across a table. My neck was left hanging off the end so that my head faced downwards and my long hair fell flowingly to the ground. I was held secure by the large hands of the brown suited men whilst Master Hagrid forced a large pouring funnel into my mouth. So deep did the funnel go that I gagged and almost choked. Then it came.

Stream after sticky, sickly stream of the mixed sperm from six male slaves, came forth. Copious was not the word to describe the volume that slipped and slid down my throat to pool in my stomach, there was loads of it. I wanted to vomit. Fortunately, if indeed any of this was fortunate, most of it bypassed my taste buds but the feeling of it making its snail like progress down my throat and into my tummy was stomach churning. Once I had swallowed the bulk they lifted the funnel and let the stringy residue drip onto my face.

"Keep your eyes open slave," I was ordered. Of course I obeyed and so also took drips of the stuff into my eyes. It was just a horrible all round experience that left me feeling sick and dirty. But it was done and I was released, coughing and spluttering, to get to my feet. I glanced at my rival and even Celina looked pitifully at me.

Hagrid spoke again. "Now slaves you will contest the third round".

Celina ...

Two-nil to the good - within the context of my predicament I was elated. One more success and I would be in an unassailable position. My competitive spirit was up, Candi looked demoralised and I was feeling like the favourite. Come on Celina, I told myself, one more big effort and the game is yours!

"The next round," Master Hagrid's voice boomed out, "is another whipping round. This time both slaves will stand up against the wooden whipping post ..."

All eyes turned to look, including mine, at the 'T' shaped post that was erected inside the arena. Wrist cuffs dangled from each end of the 'T'.

"... In turn each slave will receive a stroke from the other. It must however be focused on the slave's naked back and not on the already thrashed tender skin of her ass. They will use this whip."

There was a collective intake of breath when everyone looked upon the savage looking thick, single, leather lash than hung menacingly from the whip handle.

"Each slave girl must take the lash from her rival without making a sound for a count of ten. Given that the slave's wrists will be secured I am not worried about movement this time, as there is not far for each slave to move. This time slave Candi will take the first lash. Proceed."

I was not looking forward to this. This time I would apply the first stroke. However, Candi looked down that I might be able to make her crack first time and the whole competition would effectively be over ... although I guessed we would still probably have to play out each of the rounds anyway.

I was handed the lash by Master Hagrid as Candi's arm was grasped by Mistress Mei Ling and she was led over to the post. She was ordered to reach up and place the palms of her hands, wide apart on the cross bar to allow her wrists to be cuffed. Candi's hair was parted and bunched over each shoulder so that it draped forward over her breasts. As ordered I took my position to the rear. I was not too familiar with actually using the whip and so was a little unsure how effective my swing would be. I was astonished that, more down to good luck than competent technique, the whip lashed perfectly to curl around Candi's exposed shoulders. Her body jerked against the post and her finger flailed wildly, expressing the agony she felt, but she kept silent for the count.

I had hoped for a quick win and so was disappointed with Candi's ability to remain quiet. Now it was my turn. Reluctantly I walked up to the post and swapped placed with my rival. I reached up to the cross bar as my wrists were cuffed and my hair parted. I felt scared. Scared of what the lash would feel like, although I had been whipped before, and also scared of the fact that Candi appeared to be more resilient than I first thought.

Then she surprised me. Clearly remembering the slightly underhand method that I had used to win the first round, she allowed me no time for settling in before she sent the whip slashing down across the naked flesh of my back. So taken by surprise was I that I nearly cried out both with anger and in pain. But I didn't and we carried on taking turns at the post until Candi had just taken her 6th lash and was preparing to receive mine I pressed my palms once again on the flat of the wooden 'T' bar a gritted my teeth. It was becoming harder to take this punishment quietly.

I heard the thong whistle through the air and felt it land between my shoulder blades making the sharp pointed end of the whip curled round and bite into the tender flesh of my tittie. Shocked at Candi's precise aim and the exquisite pain I let out a short, sharp shriek. Fuckkkkk no!

"Stop!" Master Hagrid called out. "Slave Celina you lose the third round of this contest. The score is now two to one in favour of slave Celina."

Despite my still being ahead I could see Candi's jubilation at winning this round. It was now two to one. I was no longer feeling quite so confident of my victory.

To be continued ...



Training Celina Week 01 Ch. 04



PART 4

Rika ...

Fuck this was hot. I was so pleased that Master Si had brought me with him. I was watching Celina and the other slave, Candi her name was I think, beat the shit out of each other with whips and canes and stuff as well as giving a round of serial blow jobs to male slaves. Just playing this over in my mind was turning me on.

Of course, as always, Master wanted his own enjoyment and so for the last couple of hours I had sat with my hand cupping his cock and my fingers curled around his erection. Several times this contact had caused him to stir, but I was under instruction not to make him cum until he said so. Master liked to challenge me and so I was now waiting for a signal to start and move my hand slightly to bring him off.

I looked out and saw Celina's braces reflecting the light of both the covered outer edges of the stand and the sunlight of the open air main arena. She was upset I could tell. She was bent forward resting her hands on her knees, panting for breath; and naked still ... that goes without saying. Celina had lost the 3rd round which meant that she was now only two to one up with two rounds still to go. Despite being on her side, sort of, I was pleased that she had lost as it meant that the remainder of the competition would have a more competitive edge about it.

I had been told what to wear by Master Si, and so I now sat here with my hand on his cock, braless in a tight white vest top and a short yellow skirt. My legs were bare and I wore 4 inch red heels -- Master wanted heels as they highlighted the shape of my legs so he said. I had on a white lacy thong which I was grateful for because I had inserted a string of vibrating pussy balls into my cunt before leaving!

For the last few hours my thighs had been rubbing together desperate to make use of the balls, but I had been scared to. Now, however, I was so turned on that I just had to flick the remote. Immediately the balls sprang to life. Their operation was so silent that Master could hear nothing. I had to disguise my shock however, with a feigned coughing fit. Master glanced at me but paid no real attention as he was focused on the arena and his slave-slut Celina.

The balls whirred and I could feel my juices beginning to flow. It was no use they were going to make me cum in no time at all; my breathing had already become very ragged. Now Master did watch me and knew that I was climaxing but he wasn't sure how or why. My thighs rubbed and my pussy clenched its lips together as if trying to keep the pleasure locked away inside of me.

I was over the edge and I arched my back as the first throes of a very public orgasm danced delightfully through my body. I did not want to yell and so had the presence of mind to bury my head in Master's shoulder effectively gagging myself into his arm. Master patted my head as I sobbed my climax into him.

Finally I came to rest. I glanced around and saw other people smiling at me. I had clearly provided the entertainment between rounds and that made me feel so ashamed. I glanced up at Master and he looked down upon me.

"Did I say you could cum slut?" he asked.

He hadn't given me permission and so meekly I shook my head.

"No Master," I whispered.

"No slave, I didn't."

With that he pushed my head away from his shoulder, returned his attention to the arena and left me to stew in my own juices wondering whether I would be punished later.

Celina ...

At this very moment I hated Candi. So pleased with herself was she that I hated the very sight of her. I had been so near winning but had lost. Two to one was now a close competition and Candi looked rejuvenated. Fuck!

"Now, my slaves, ladies and gentlemen ... now for round four." Hagrid spoke again.

"For this round you will both be attached to individual fucking machines. You will be left on the machines for one hour to see who can cum the most. The machine's dildo has sensors attached that are able to sense when my slaves are cumming. After one hour both slaves will then have electro stimulators attached to their nipples whereupon for a further 30 minutes they will be expected to cum more under this additional stimulation. This round will be very hard for the slaves."

The watching audience applauded loudly.

"Needless to say the slave with the highest orgasm count at the end of the time wins the round."

This time I really was shocked. Horrified really. The very thought of what this could do to my poor pussy terrified me.

I was led by Master Hagrid over to the huge well-oiled fucking machine. At the same time Candi was moved towards a similar device. I was attached to it with leather straps before Master moved me into position such that I could slide easily onto the large, thick, well lubed dildo. We were both secured in the same standing position and ready for the next ordeal.

"Now, as you both know ..." Hagrid announced, addressing the two of us slaves and the audience. "... There is an electric sensor on this dildo that can tell when the slaves are climaxing. So there will be no confusion about the number of orgasms each slave has by the end of the allotted time. The machines will tell me."

Master Hagrid patted my ass cheek, and turned on the machine. Immediately the dildo began to pump in and out of me, stroking the walls of my pussy and my little erect clit with every revolution. I groaned loudly and shouted out the agonies of my pleasure and my pain simultaneously. Neither Candi nor I were gagged which meant, I guessed, that the Masters and Mistresses were happy to hear the moans and groans of our predicament.

I watched Candi as she closed her eyes to the feel of the invading phallus and momentarily I felt as if we were on the same side rather than sex contest rivals. But the on rush of my first orgasm soon took that feeling away from me.

Through the mists of my ecstasy I saw Candi shiver uncontrollably and knew she too was cumming. The cheers and applause of the crowd rang out as the damn automated dildo kept pumping away at my overused pussy. I managed to cum, so I thought, 5 times inside the first 45 minutes before Master Hagrid stopped the machine. I was tiring though. 5 times in 45 minutes is a lot of orgasm. If I had been left to my own devices there is no way masturbation would have taken me anywhere near 5 in such a short time. 

But this was not masturbation it was a fucking pumping machine and so it just kept fucking me, relentlessly, unremittingly and uncompromisingly. I was almost on the verge of exhaustion; my breath ragged and irregular. But I was pleased with 5. I glanced down and saw juices coating my thighs where the dildo hadn't quite plugged me then I glanced across at Candi.

She was slumped in her bonds, the leather straps holding her semi upright. Mistress Mei Ling approached me and looked at the reading on the LED of the machine upon which I was impaled. She smiled.

"Slave Celina, after 45 minutes, has climaxed 4 times."

The audience cheered, but I was confused. Not 4 times -- 5 times! I had cum 5 times I was sure. But the reading said 4 and I dare not question. Mistress Mei Ling moved over to Candi. She looked at the LED on her machine. Candi looked completely fucked. She hardly glanced at Mei Ling. Then the reason for her apparent exhaustion became clear.

"Slave Candi, after 45 minutes, has climaxed 6 times."

6 fucking times ... no way!!!!! I wanted to demand a recount but knew that it was no use. She must be one hot, juicing chick to cum that many times. Fuck, 6 times was once every 7 or so minutes. How?????

Candi ...

I was exhausted. They had told me I had cum 6 times to Celina's 4. Back home I ordinarily wouldn't have cum this many times in a month never mind in just 45 minutes. How had that happened? Whatever else was about to happen to us I knew that I had very few orgasms left in me and so I just hoped that Celina had peaked as well. I looked across at her. She too looked tired out. I smiled inwardly thinking that I might also have this round won ... I certainly hoped so.

"Okay slaves, continue."

The machines were switched back on and my body immediately went rigid as the invading dildo started to pump and vibrate once more. I did not feel stimulated anymore just sore and bruised but still it did not stop. I could feel the rubber shaft deep inside my body but that feeling wasn't building up into a climax and I just hoped that Celina was feeling the same.

I glanced across at my sex slave rival and to my horror saw her body arch and a cry of orgasmic success ring out loud from her mouth. Celina had cum again I was sure of it.

Then the further 15 minutes must have been through because Master Hagrid approached me and Mistress Mei Ling went over to Celina both holding crocodile clips connected to wires.

"Now my slaves," Hagrid spoke, "we are going to shock you." 

I wanted to cry out nooooooooooo! I had never had anything like this done to me before but I was in no position to stop it happening. The clips were attached which caused my cry to come forth anyway.

The probes were attached to my nipples just as they were Celina's and the switch was thrown. I convulsed slightly as the electricity jolted through me, creating a surprisingly exquisite pleasurable type of pain. Again, the switch was thrown and the current increased. Oh nooooooooooooo. Ohhhhhhhhh yessssssssssssssssssssss!!!! The second bolt of electricity did it and I was cumming again, riding the dildo which still pumped away inside of me. It felt so good, so painful, so pleasurable, sooooo badddddd!

Then I fell slack. No more left inside me. I was done, finished and completely dry of juice. The electricity was switched off. Both Celina and I are lifted from the fucking machines and left in a useless heap of naked, used, slave flesh on the floor.

Master Hagrid reads out the result. It was as I had thought.

"Slave Celina has cum a total of 5 times and slave Candi a total of 7 times. Slave Candi is the winner of round four and the score is two rounds to each slave. The next round will be the deciding round."

I heard the crowd cheer and I felt pleased with my victory. I had returned form the dead so to speak. Two to nil down, I was now level. I saw a tear fall and roll down Celina's cheek. She must be devastated -- I was pleased, and I was sure now that I could win.

Celina ...

Fuck!!!! I had screwed up. I had this contest won and now Candi was level with me. What would round 5 be? I had no idea ... all I knew was that I felt exhausted. Mistress Mei Ling spoke.

"So my slaves for the final round you will both become pony girls."

I looked up concerned. I knew what this was, I had read about it but it wasn't something I had ever tried.

"You will be made up like a pony and then you will perform for us around the arena."

If I looked shocked then poor Candi looked horrified.

Mistress and Master approached their slaves and started to work on us. First we were both pulled to our feet and made to stand on our wobbly legs. A gag was moved towards my mouth. But this was no ordinary gag, it was a pony gag - a bit - it was a completely different experience to being gagged 'normally'; not least because of what went along with it.

Mistress Mei Ling was 'dressing' me and her hands were surprisingly gentle as I felt the bit press between my teeth. It was leather, and cushioned somewhat, less hard on my teeth than some other styles, like for instance the large ball gag that had been used previously on me here at the school. The strange taste of the leather was warm and somehow sexual in itself and the delicious, animal smell of it gripped me immediately. 

When the bit was first placed into my mouth, I was prepared for it, but it was when the bridle went on as well that things got a little more disconcerting.

I was now kneeling on the floor, naked still except for a pair of thigh high patent leather, high heeled boots. My wrists were fixed firmly behind my back in leather shackles and I struggled to keep my balance as my Mistress slipped the bridle over my head. It constricted the movement of my mouth with a strip of leather under my chin and another across my forehead. I automatically tossed my head so that she could see my displeasure. Mistress Mei Ling stroked my hair and rubbed my shoulders ... fuck she was treating me like a real pony!

I couldn't help but turn slightly to see what the next part of my outfit was. After all, following a bit and harness, maybe some reins; wasn't that enough to turn me into a pony? I quickly found out, that we weren't yet done. Mistress Mei Ling came around the front of me to where I could see her and I watched her smearing lube onto a black butt plug. I stared wide eyed as I never seen one like this before. It was a lot bigger than any of the previous ones used on us and I felt myself wince involuntarily at the size of it. I'd never had anything that large penetrate my ass and just looking at it I felt a quick surge of panic flush through me. 

There was more to it though - the bottom end of it was not merely a handle like most of our other toys, this one was rather similar to a whip. Leather strips fell from it in a thick bunch and I saw it immediately for what it was. My tail. I had been impaled upon a similar device when being trained as a pet previously but the dildo end was nothing like this one in terms of its size. Fuck it was huge!

I looked at my Mistress Mei Ling, my eyes wild and I started bucking and wriggling. In the kneeling position I was in, it was difficult to get up, or avoid my fate in any way and, in my panic, I tried to tell her through my gag that I did not want the dildo inside me!

In two quick steps Mistress was behind me and I discovered that as well as looking like a whip the plug worked like one too and the slap of the tails against my ass proved it to me. I continued to wriggle even after the first lash fell and it was followed by two more sharp, swift lashes. I felt myself shaking involuntarily just a little and tried to breathe deeply and remain calm.

I felt Mei Ling's fingers, wet and warm from the lube she'd be using on the tail probing at my asshole. She pushed me down onto all fours so that my ass was high in the air and then slipped one and then two gloved fingers inside my ass hole. I moaned under the bit and then glanced at Candi who was pretty much in the same condition as I was. I started to relax a little more, telling myself this was fine, this I had done before, I had taken things up my ass and this was nothing unusual. A third finger caused me to moan more loudly under my gag, treading that fine line between pleasure and pain as she began to speed up her thrusting into my tight asshole. 

It seemed like she tried to spread her fingers a little as she penetrated me, preparing me to be impaled on the huge monster plug. I felt Mei Ling lean forward to kiss my shoulders lightly as a reward for attempting to correct my behaviour but then I squirmed as she withdrew her fingers from me.

My eyes widened when I felt the large tip of my 'tail' press against my asshole and I tried to relax. It didn't look like it'd be that much bigger than three fingers... how wrong I was. With one swift hard push that would've made me squeal out loud in pain without the bit-gag I found myself shuddering; first from the size of the plug and then from the quick, stinging slaps for my attempted squeal. So desperate was I to have it removed that my first thought was maybe I could reach it with my wrists if I managed to approach it from the correct angle. But I soon felt more leather straps on my body, around each leg and one that lead up my back to my bridle, making sure my tail was kept firmly in place. A final strip ran down my back and then up my front again and I felt Mei Ling's fingers against my now wet again cunt as she pulled it through. I could feel that as soon as I stood up, the angle of it would press against my clit, maybe not enough to get me off, but just enough to excite me, and I dreaded it, knowing that if I came I would be punished and maybe even made to forfeit the game ... but then it would be the same for Candi.

Master Chan approached me and grabbed me under the arms pulling me to my feet. Mei Ling then took over again and I felt her clip a leash to the back of my bridle and jerk it slightly, pulling my head straight. With my tail in place, it was difficult to find a comfortable position. I squirmed, trying to find a position that worked and quickly felt a sharp pain against my upper thighs. Not only was I dressed like a pony; it appeared I would be whipped like one too. Now Mistress Mei Ling walked around me, looking at the finished result, and I noticed a riding crop in her hand.

I watched her weave in and out of sight as she circled me, taking in the vision he'd created. I was a pony girl. 

I struggled to remain still, eyes dead ahead. She finally spoke, for what seemed to be the first time in an eternity.

"I'd almost forgotten" she held something in her hand. It was difficult to see what she held without looking directly at her, but it wasn't long before I found out.

My nipples where roughly, painfully pinched as first one and then the other were decorated with small bells on something that felt much like a crocodile clip. Any movement I made, no matter how subtle, they would tinkle lightly. They were tight and hurt, made worse by the fact that my nipples were hard from anticipation and apprehension. 

My Mistress looked down on me with a smile, and I could tell from her face that I met with her approval, in looks if nothing else. 

"Perfect. You look just perfect. Now, shall we see if you can prance like a good pony slave Celina?"

I was moved to the edge of the arena in front of the VIP box where Master and Rika sat. I glanced up and saw them staring at me, Master with a huge grin on his face. I suspected it wouldn't be the last time that I became a pony girl. Candi was moved up along side me and the crowd cheered and applauded loudly.

We carefully, and gingerly, made our way around the arena edges, as master Hagrid and Mistress Mei Ling stood to our sides holding our reins and forcing us to prance in our thigh high, leather high heeled boots.

Walking was a little difficult with the butt-plug firmly fixed in my ass. However, I realised that by keeping my ass 'turned out' so that the tail fell properly and sat at the right angle would make things easier and as I grew more comfortable, I managed to walk around a little easier, head still held high.

"That's how I want to see your ass slave, sticking out behind you. It's just how I like you. You're a good pony" Mistress Mei Ling's voice was harsh but complimentary. Then I felt a slap against my lower thighs from the crop. "I want your knees up, real ponies pick their legs up when they walk." She slapped me again in the same spot, just as the stinging had began to subside from the first slap. I started to walk a little faster, trot even, picking my knees up higher as I continued around the arena. Candi was being paraded a little behind me now so that she could be viewed clearly and, although I couldn't see her, I heard similar slaps and comments being made to her.

What was the competitive element of all this I wondered. 

My high-heeled boots made me trot and prance just like a real pony and it flashed through my mind how perfect I must look. However, my thoughts were interrupted by the hiss of the crop through the air as it landed against my thighs with a loud, sharp slap. 

"Higher. I want your knees right up high. I don't want you to disappoint me." 

I lifted my knees as high as I could manage without losing my balance and continued to trot around the large space. 

"Faster now pony." Mistress Mei Ling wanted more and I once again felt the sting of the crop on my thighs. I moaned softly behind my harness. The strip of leather that ran between my legs was doing just what I had expected. I was stimulated just enough by it to be excited but I knew that I wouldn't cum from the stimulation, even when combined with being whipped it wouldn't be enough to give me the orgasm I began to crave. I picked up my pace, desperate to avoid being lashed again.