Storiesonline.net ------- Vanessa by rlfj Copyright© 2002 by rlfj ------- Description: A young woman is captured and brain-washed into becoming a sex slave. Codes: MF FF non-con rape coer mc dru Mdom tort group exhib voy oral anal ------- ------- Author's Note: A short time after I wrote the story 'Tina' with a young lady providing ideas, I was contacted by another woman about a different story. She wanted something about her and her boyfriend, and being tied up and spanked in the basement. In truth, I am not at all into such sports, but the idea intrigued me. Perhaps the story could be written a little differently, a little darker... ------- Chapter 1 "The precautions I take are simply for security purposes. You can surely understand my need for privacy.", said the distinguished looking man in his late forties. He was tall and had a slim but muscular frame. "You may call me Mister Joseph." The second man, a number of years younger and of average height and build, raised an eyebrow at this. Upon his arrival at the airport, he had been met by another man of about his own age, dressed in a blue pin-striped suit, who had walked up to him and announced he was the driver. Considering that he had not been expecting anybody, the driver's immediate recognition of him had shown an enviable depth of preparation. His bags had been taken and loaded into the trunk of a limousine, which proved to have black glass and a black divider between the front and the rear. As soon as the door had been shut, the locks had been electronically closed, and proved unable to open until the limousine stopped two hours later. He had no idea where he was, simply a maximum of two hours from his destination, perhaps 130 miles, or perhaps only 5 miles. He had no way of knowing. "That's understandable. My name is..." "Your name is immaterial. For simplicity's sake, you will be known as Mister Robert. I know who your employer is, and what he wishes to obtain. You are prepared to wire the money to the designated account, when directed?", said Joseph. Robert replied, "Yes, although I argued rather strenuously with my boss about this. The fee you want is simply ludicrous! My God, the man could get a dozen hookers to stay on and play this game for years!" "That is the reason you are the employed and he is the employer. He understands the difference.", answered Joseph coldly. "Any fool can hire a woman, how many can own one? The first rents a body, the second owns a soul." "Whatever.", said an inwardly enraged Robert. "So what now?" "You are here merely to report to your employer as to the efficacy of my methods, nothing more. Once assured of that, you will make your payment, and will be removed from the loop. You will have no more contact with me. Your employer will contact me directly concerning his selection choices. Then, after procurement and training, the woman will be delivered to the location requested. Is this understood?" Robert nodded. "A bit of a pig in a poke, wouldn't you say?" "No, I wouldn't. Your employer understood my methods and agreed to them. They are not debatable. It is only because I know of him and his potential for future investment that I have allowed somebody not a principal to observe my system.", said Joseph. "Fine.", acceded Robert. "One final thing. If either you or your employer ever attempt to discover this location or my identity, you will be eliminated. I am not the only individual in this organization, and my associates would be unhappy should something happen to me. I know your employer's resources - they will be meaningless in this. Is this understood clearly?", concluded Joseph. "Perfectly. I have no intention of delving any deeper into this than I absolutely must.", said a disgusted Robert. "Excellent. Come with me. My trial acquisition is below." ------- Joseph opened a door in the basement and led Robert inside. The lighting was quite dim. A single well upholstered chair sat in the small room, and along one wall was a small control panel of sorts. A long window looked out into a larger room. Robert moved toward the window and stared at what was beyond. The other room was quite a bit larger, perhaps twenty feet across, of an octagonal shape, and all the walls were mirrored. Even the window through which he was staring was partially silvered, a one-way mirror. The floor of the chamber was a white, plastic cushion, much like a gymnastics mat, only it covered the entire floor, sloping towards a central point, which had a small grate. The ceiling had several strange protuberances, one of which was a rolled up garden hose, and another of which was a pulley system. Attached to the pulley was a cable, connected to a pair of short chains. A loudspeaker could be made out, as well as several floodlamps. What was attached to the chains interested Robert more than anything else. Each chain ended in a padded cuff. The cuffs were attached to the wrists of a young girl, her hair a curious mixture of black and blonde, laying on the floor asleep. She was dressed in pants and a pullover top, but her feet were bare, and her ankles were held by similar cuffs to the floor. "My God! That's why you asked what kind of woman I preferred! Is she for..." Joseph interrupted. "Remember, no names. No, I have another commission, and it amused me to procure a woman as per your interests. This one will be used around the house and then sold off later. Your employer will specify his tastes directly to me." Robert turned back to look at the woman on the other side of the mirror. "How did you get her, and when?" "My methods are my own. You may learn something during my initial interview with her, which will be momentarily. Otherwise, please do not ask." Joseph went to the control panel on the wall and flipped a switch. Instantly, a piercing shriek, ululating like an overly loud police siren, sounded in the room. Instantly, the young woman was awake, struggling in her bonds and trying to cover her ears. Fortunately for the two men, Joseph only kept the sound on for a couple of minutes, then turned it off entirely. He flipped another switch and microphones in the ceiling of the room picked up the voice of the young woman, crying to be released. Turning back to Robert, he said, "You can hear everything going on in the room. Do not touch anything whatsoever. Simply sit down and watch and listen. All right?" Robert simply nodded, his eyes intent on the hapless bound victim. He completely missed his host putting a remote control in his pocket, along with a large sheath knife and a cattle prod type stun wand. Joseph left the control room and went a few feet down the hall, then stepped into a very small and dark room. Closing the door behind him, he unlatched another door and stepped into the mirrored room, quickly closing the disguised entrance behind him. The girl turned on the floor and stared at him wildly. "Joey! Get me out of here! What is going on? Joey, answer me!", she screamed. Joseph simply walked around her, perusing his latest capture. Her procurement had been comically simple. Identification of potential captures was by far the most difficult part of the process. Capture was typically much easier. In this case, he had simply called the girl at the office she was a secretary at, and told her that he was a headhunter with a legal services firm. Would she meet him for dinner to discuss a potential job offering? There were no strings attached, and he was prepared to offer a considerable bonus simply for talking to him and hearing the offer. He was completely unsurprised when she accepted. They almost always did. They had met at a small restaurant across town from where she worked, and had a couple of drinks before sitting down to dinner. While she washed up first, he slipped a small vial of chloral hydrate from his pocket and poured it into her drink. By the time dinner had arrived, she had passed out onto the table. Throwing some cash onto the table, he had apologized for his companion's behavior to the waiter, saying she had drunk too much, then had picked her up and carried her from the restaurant. He had placed her in the back of a van and strapped her down and blindfolded and gagged her. Fishing her car keys from her purse, he had tossed them to an associate. "You know which one and what to do?", he asked. "I saw her drive up. It's the little Honda over there.", the young man, large and muscular, said, pointing. "If there's a problem, I'll call you. By this time tomorrow, it'll be parts. We'll clean out her apartment starting tomorrow morning. Has she resigned yet?" "I FedEx-ed the letter this afternoon, after she agreed to meet me." "Excellent. Call me when you need our help, next week?" Joseph smiled and nodded, and the pair had separated. Now the girl was awake. "Joey, what are you doing? I demand that you let me go! Take these things off me, now!", she demanded. His response was more silence. His only action was to reach into his pocket and pull out the remote control. Flicking a switch, an electric motor began to quietly hum, and the cables began retracting into the ceiling. Inexorably, the girl found her arms lifting, despite her struggles, and scrambled to her feet. The cables continued to retract until she was stretched vertically, her feet barely touching the floor. "Joey, what are you doing?", she screamed. She was crying and trembling now. Joseph flicked the remote and the siren shrieked again, startling her. This time it only lasted a few seconds, and when he stopped, she was silent as well. Again, he began walking around the strung up girl. "Joey???" "Silence.", he commanded. "Vanessa West, age 22, recent graduate of UMBC, with a degree in communications. SAT scores 1290, GPA 2.82. Smart but does not apply herself. Height five-six, weight 117 pounds. Measurements are 38-24-36, bra size is a C cup. You are a natural blonde but dye your hair black, God only knows why, perhaps to make people think you're smarter. You lost your virginity at the age of 17. You have had four lovers since then, one in high school, two in college, and you most recently broke up with another when you discovered he was married. They have all given you good marks on your performance, by the way." She stared at him as he catalogued her. What was happening? "Joey?" "I said to be quiet. I am a patient man, but I will be obeyed. You may call me Sir, Master, or Mister Joseph. Is that understood?", he asked. "Are you nuts?" In response, he flicked the remote and lifted the girl off the floor, allowing to hang there uncomfortably until he was satisfied. Lowering her, he asked again, "Is that understood?" "Yes.", she whimpered. "What?" "Yes, sir." "Better. You will learn in time, a very short time, I hope, for your sake." "You can't keep me here!" Ignoring the lack of title, he continued. "Of course I can. Why do think I selected you? You are a nobody, a nothing. Nobody will ever notice your disappearance." "My parents, my family..." "What parents? Your father, James Albright West, died two years ago of a heart attack. Your mother, Constance Hermann West, died of a stroke six months later. You have no brothers or sisters, aunts or uncles. Three of your grandparents are dead, the fourth is in an old-age home in Miami, suffering from advanced Alzheimer's. You have one great-uncle living in Los Angeles, and two great-aunts living in Texas, none of whom you have seen in the last twelve years.", he said cruelly. Crying, she blubbered out, "My job. Somebody will call, then send someone out to check on me." "What job? By now they have received your resignation letter. Your apartment has been cleaned out and sent into storage. Your possessions will be disposed of. Your car has been sent to a chop shop and is now in parts across four states. Your bank accounts have been closed. You had savings of $1,214.87 and credit card balances of $3,409.65. The difference has been paid. You no longer exist, Vanessa, except as I decide you exist." "Please let me go.", she pleaded. "I won't tell anyone. I'll do anything, just let me go! Please!" Joseph smiled wryly. "Of course you'll do anything I tell you to, that's the whole point, isn't it." Looking around wildly, she begged, "Let me down. Please, I need to go to the bathroom." "So go, I don't care. This is your home until your conditioning is complete. Now, let's make you a bit more comfortable." Approaching her, he took the long knife from his pocket. Waving it slowly before her terrified eyes, he said, "I wouldn't move if I were you. This is extremely sharp." He drew it alongside her cheek, then reached up slipped it into one arm of the short-sleeved top she was wearing. Pulling it towards her neck, it effortlessly cut through the fabric and through the strap of the bra beneath it. He repeated the maneuver on the other side. Then he reached out and pulled the bottom of the shirt from her slacks. Pushing the blade against her belly, he drew the knife upwards, slicing through the front of the shirt and bra. When he was finished, her top and bra fluttered to the ground, destroyed. Stepping backwards, Joseph smiled as he contemplated the crying woman hanging from the chains before him. If anything, those perfectly formed breasts were even larger than he had been expecting. They were perfect. He stepped back towards her. "Very nice.", he commented. Vanessa lifted her head and spat in his face. "Everyone gets a single mistake, Vanessa. That was yours.", he said, wiping the spittle from his cheek. "Do not repeat it." Moving to her side, he slipped the blade carefully down along her hip and slit the trousers from top to bottom down one leg. The other leg fell to the floor, so he was forced to stoop and cut that away as well. Standing, he moved around to her front, to discover that her pubic hair was trimmed in a small Vee, suitable for a small but not overly daring bikini. "Very nice.", he repeated. "Fuck you!", she screamed, spitting again. "Don't say I didn't warn you, Vanessa." Joseph stepped away and sheathed his knife. Withdrawing the stun wand from his pocket he flipped it on, then touched it to her body. Shrieking, she jerked away, but there was no respite. He followed her as she flopped in the chains, running the wand across her torso, over her breasts, along her hips and legs, across her back and buttocks, and between her thighs. In the room, Robert stared in horror at the torture being inflicted upon the naked young woman. Her screams were no longer human, but more animal in nature, unintelligible except for the pain they signified. Mercifully she passed out after losing control of her bodily functions, soiling herself, her urine and feces running down her legs to the floor. Nauseated, he barely made it to the trash can before vomiting. ------- Chapter 2 "I think you'll enjoy dinner.", said Joseph, leading Robert into the large dining room. "My activities allow me to enjoy living well." When Joseph had rejoined Robert in the control room, Robert had managed to control his nausea and had wiped his face with a handkerchief. Surveying the scene briefly, he had escorted Robert from the room, setting the trash can in the hallway to be cleaned. Detailing a maid to escort Robert to his room and help him to relax, he had left the younger man. Robert had to admit that the insufferable bastard certainly knew how to relax. Joseph had a staff of at least a half-dozen beautiful young women at his every beck and call, all scantily clad in a mock 'French Maid' outfit. The little black satin dress was extremely low cut, with off-the-shoulder short sleeves, so that it was possible to look down the tops to see their tits and nipples on display. The flirty little hem flared out and barely covered their asses and pussies. It was obvious from their least movements that panties were not worn. Long black fishnet stockings came up to just below the hems of the skirts, and all wore at least four inch stiletto ankle-strapped heels. The young lady assigned to 'relax' him was a medium tall and buxom brunette. Once she had taken him to his room, she had helped him remove his clothes, then had removed her own dress. Then, clad only in her stockings and heels she had knelt next to him on the bed and proceeded to give him a hand job. When he came, she had directed the jets of come onto her generous breasts, then licked them clean. Afterwards, she had lowered her face to his crotch and licked his cock to stiffness, then sucked him off. Robert had sunk into an exhausted nap. He had slept late, only being woken when a different girl, a slinky redhead with exceptionally nice legs and ass, had nudged him awake. He had declined her silent offer of pleasure after glancing at his watch, and dressed for dinner. She had escorted him to the main parlor, then departed for the kitchen. Now he had to put up with Joseph. Dinner mellowed the older man from a level of unbelievable arrogance to mere haughtiness. Still, he had been ordered to find out as much as he could, and he intended to do just that. "I have to know, just how do you do it? How do you make these women behave like this? Is it some form of hypnosis or mind control? Brain-washing?", he asked. Joseph smirked as he placed his napkin in his lap. "Please, don't be melodramatic. Hypnosis won't work, and there is no such thing as mind control. Actually, brain-washing from the Korean War is the closest approximation of the technique." "Really?" Joseph continued, "During the war, a number of American soldiers were captured, often at the same age as the women I procure. They were sent off to prison camps, where they were then tortured and forced to admit their guilt as war criminals and such. What is not widely known is the rate of success they had. When the truce was signed and prisoners were released, almost a hundred soldiers decided to stay behind. Some are still there." "I had no idea!" "Most don't. Using little more than clubs, illiterate camp guards were able to break the will of a surprising number of American soldiers, some of whom returned broken men. My technique is simply a very sophisticated version of these techniques.", said Joseph. "How so?" "Well, really, it's all in the open literature. Much of it is from declassified government studies from the Fifties and Sixties, but some was done even later than that. Sleep deprivation, rapid daytime and nighttime shifts, random torture, psychoactive drugs, sensory deprivation, that sort of thing. The real secret is in the application and timing, nothing more. You'd be surprised just how rapid the breakdown occurs." "Surprise me.", said Robert. Joseph gave a condescending smile. "Within two weeks Vanessa will be eagerly performing sex acts at my request. Within a month she will be completely lost." "And afterwards? How long for the effect to wear off? Does she need to be kept on drugs forever?" "The drugs are merely an adjunct to the treatment. They're mainly lysergic acid derivatives, mild hallucinogens, primarily used to increase her disorientation and ease the action of the other techniques. The technique never wears off. Her spirit will be broken completely. Remember, there are still some very old Americans living in Pyongyang." Robert was astonished at the revelations, but was also surprised that Joseph felt comfortable discussing his program within earshot of the maids hovering around and serving supper. Evidently the technique worked as advertised. Still curious, he asked, "Are these girls permanent staff or still undergoing training?" Joseph smiled. "I enjoy variety and change. I always keep about half a dozen slaves on staff at any time, but really, they are all undergoing advanced training. When I sell them off, they will bring much higher prices than the normal run-of-the-mill sluts I provide, like the one your employer wants. His needs can be met within a normal period of about two months." "So each girl is custom ordered, so to speak?", asked Robert. "On occasion. Often, the standard version can be had from stock, so to speak. It depends on what my customers want." He crooked a finger at one of the girls and beckoned her over. To Robert he asked, "Care to see what the more advanced training can provide? Your employer might be interested." Robert merely nodded, and Joseph turned to the eagerly waiting slave girl. "Anita, climb up on the table, display yourself, and entertain us with your pleasure. You may not touch yourself, but you will orgasm. Is that understood?" "Oh, yes, sir. Thank you, Master.", she squealed with delight. Going around to the other side of the large table, she climbed onto the table and knelt in the center, facing the two men. Reaching up delicately, she tugged the sleeves of her maid's costume lower and pushed her tits up and out of the top. Then, spreading her knees, she pulled the hem of the dress slightly upwards, exposing her shaved pussy. Robert immediately formed an erection in his pants watching the slave. She was tiny, not even five feet tall in her bare feet, and he doubted she weighed more than 95 pounds soaking wet. Anita looked Hispanic; she had long and lustrous dark brown, almost black, hair, dark brown eyes, and was very darkly complected. Like all the girls, she wore a thin necklace or collar around her throat. She had no tan lines anywhere. Her cone-shaped breasts were only average sized, perhaps a B cup, but on her miniscule frame seemed huge. Between her legs, her clitoris was clearly visible between the smoothly shaved lips of her pussy. Anita smiled at the two men and rested her hands lightly on her thighs, then Robert began to notice the most amazing changes come over the little slut. Her breasts, already perky and firm, hardened further, jutting out from her body, and her nipples darkened and distended. Her breathing became deeper and her eyes closed, a look of delirious pleasure suffusing her face. Her pussy seemed to begin throbbing, the lips opening and closing as she contracted and relaxed her cunt muscles, and her clit grew and reddened. Small mews of excitement began to escape her lips. Finally, after about fifteen minutes, Anita began to gasp and whimper, and she began to shudder as a small trickle of pussy juice trickled from her snatch and down her thighs. She had orgasmed without once touching herself! Robert was astounded at the sight, even more when he considered the surroundings. He and his host were dawdling over dessert, and at least three other girls were serving them, all nonchalantly ignoring the incredible scene being enacted on the table before them. Thrusting his chair back, Joseph stood and said, "Let's go into the den and have some coffee. Anita, that was very nicely done. You may go to your room and use the anal vibrator tonight. Make sure it's the big one, and don't use any lubrication but your own, understand?" The girl nodded breathily and climbed down from the table. "Fine. Now, girls, bring the coffee. Thank you." He turned back to Robert, who had now stood, and led him to the den. The other five girls followed, bringing coffee and a silver tea service. Joseph directed Robert to an armchair and settled onto an ornate love seat. The five slave girls stood facing the seated pair in a semicircle. Joseph ignored their presence and said to Robert, "Tomorrow, you will be driven back to the airport, whereupon you can inform your employer of what you have seen and learned. One month from now, you are to return. At that time, you will see what has become of Vanessa, and will direct that the funds be transferred. From then on you will be out of the loop completely, and I will deal with your employer directly. No more contact between us will be maintained unless your employer requires it. Are we understood?" "Perfectly." "Excellent. Then we have concluded our business. I would be an imperfect host, however, if I were to deny you the pleasures you have but tasted today." Turning back to the waiting sluts, he gave orders. "Ladies, remove your dresses. Marcy, Jane, why don't you provide each other pleasure for our enjoyment. Terry and Callie, take care of Mister Robert. Come here Becky." Robert stared as the five women all unzipped their tiny dresses and tossed them aside. Marcy and Jane, the brunette and redhead from the afternoon, sank to the deep pile carpet and stretched out. They immediately began running their hands over each other's bodies and began kissing. Terry and Callie, a pair of tall, leggy, and busty blondes, knelt at his feet and began untying his shoes and unzipping his pants. He shifted slightly to allow the pair to remove his pants, then leaned back in contented bliss as they began to tag-team his engorged cock. Robert looked over at his host; Joseph had pulled Becky, a short girl with long auburn tresses and a huge pair of tits, onto his lap. Thrusting a hand between her thighs, Joseph began diddling the girl's clit while she squirmed madly on his lap, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and kissing his exposed flesh. Returning his attentions to his lap, Robert smiled down at the hopeful faces of Terry and Callie. Terry had his cock in her mouth and was bobbing her head the length of his shaft. Callie had shifted lower, to tongue and lick his balls and inner thighs. Both gazed up at him in the hope that they were providing him the proper pleasure. He smiled and ran his hands through their short and curly hair. They both gave an inaudible sigh of relief, and returned to applying themselves whole-heartedly to their task. Their hands stayed busy fondling each other, but their tongues proved more than satisfactory, and Robert shortly found himself groaning in orgasm as he spurted his load into Terry's demanding mouth. "Very nice, girls.", he commented, as the pair switched positions and began cleaning his cock. He glanced around the room. On the floor, Marcy and Jane had moved into a sideways sixty-nine position and were ignoring the others, feasting on each other's cunts and gorging themselves on the pussy juice that was flowing freely. Across from him, Becky had managed to pull her owner's pants down and had twisted around so that her back was to him. As Robert watched in awe, the young slut lifted her ass off his lap. Then, as she reached behind her and spread her asscheeks wide, Joseph directed his rather substantial cock and Becky lowered her asshole onto it. Tears began flowing as the oversized organ tore into her tender flesh, but the piteous girl didn't even whimper as she settled her ass into his lap in a single thrust. Spreading her legs widely, she thrust her hands between her thighs, stuffing one into her gaping pussy and pushing the other lower to cup and fondle Joseph's nuts. In short order her tears had stopped and her gigantic breasts began swinging wildly as she bounced about on the cock in her ass. Robert continued watching the others while Callie sucked him off, and he rewarded her with a load of jism of her own, coming at the same time Becky began squealing and Joseph exploded into the little slave's asshole. Afterwards, he needed a respite, and his host agreed, allowing the girls to serve more coffee and cuddle on the floor. Marcy and Jane were directed to lick the come and blood seeping out of Becky's abused anus. Robert said, "I appreciate the hospitality, but my flight tomorrow is an early one. May I retire?" Joseph nodded. "Of course. The girls will get you up in plenty of time. Do you have any preferences for bedwarmers? Take two or three. If any of them fail to provide you with the utmost satisfaction, you'll find some paddles and whips in your nightstand. Feel free to use them as you wish." Robert recoiled inwardly at the suggestion and selected Marcy and Terry for use. The two girls picked up their clothing and led him to his room. As he left he looked back, to see Jane kneeling on the floor, her head to the carpet, as Becky and Callie spread the girl's ass for another round of anal pleasure for Joseph. ------- Chapter 3 As Joseph stepped through the first door to the conditioning chamber, he once again considered his paraphrasing of Genesis, "On the seventh day, God made slave girls." Repeated testing had proven that a typical girl's will could be broken within five to nine days, with most being broken after a week of torture. He stepped into the chamber to determine if this was so. After Vanessa's electric stun wand treatment a week ago, she had been lowered to the mat to lie unconscious in her own waste. While unconscious, Anita had been sent in with an electric hair clipper and had clipped Vanessa almost bald. She was left with a stubble that a Marine Corps drill instructor would have been proud of. The next morning she had awoken to find a bowl of unsalted oatmeal and a cup of water across from her. Lacking any utensils, she had gulped down the food with her fingers and drained the cup of water, unaware that it contained a small amount of a powerful psychoactive drug. She had screamed herself hoarse begging for her release. Then the true torture began. At random intervals, the siren began blaring and the lights began strobing. Ice cold water would pour from a shower head above the room. She would be lifted by the padded handcuffs off the floor, and electric shocks would be applied through the cuffs. Often the tortures would be combined or alternated. An even more diabolical method of breaking her will was in the shortening of the day-night cycle by decreasing the time the lights were left on. Since the human mind is used to being in light for a certain number of hours per day, followed by hours of darkness, changing this pattern caused her to rapidly lose track of time. She began to wonder if she had slept through day light periods, and completely lost track of the weeks she had been in torment. Her only food remained the bland gruel and drug-laced water. Her hair was periodically clipped so that she could not use its growth as a way of measuring the passage of time. Within days, the remaining black was gone and she was down to the blonde roots. By the time Joseph reentered the chamber, Vanessa was on the very verge of psychosis. She was unable to eat or sleep, and had lost interest in everything, even relieving herself over the grating. She had taken to incoherent screaming at the walls and only her restraints prevented her from throwing herself at her myriad reflections in the mirrored walls. As Joseph entered the room, Vanessa looked up from the pool of waste beneath her to stare at him. This was often the most dangerous part of the conditioning; often the girl would make a crazed attack and require further shock treatments. She looked at him dully and made no move to attack him. Her lips moved and a hoarse whisper came forth. "Please, let me go!" A week of laying in her own wastes and sweating through her tortures with nothing more to clean her than ice cold showers had reduced her to a filthy and bedraggled mess. Joseph walked to the girl and stopped before her. He unzipped his pants and fished his flaccid cock through the opening. "Suck me off, Vanessa.", he ordered. She stared at him without comprehension, although she began to rise off the floor. "What?", she croaked. Reaching down, Joseph grabbed the girl's head and dragged her upright, to her knees. "Suck my cock, I said. Make me come in your mouth and swallow." He pulled her face to his crotch and began swinging his hips. His semi-soft cock began slapping Vanessa in the face. "Please, let me go!", she begged. "Suck me off, Vanessa.", he demanded. Joseph pulled the stun wand from a back pocket and flicked it on. Seeing the stun wand, Vanessa screamed and tried to pull away, but she was in no shape to resist. Finally it dawned on her that the torture would stop if she blew Joseph. Opening her mouth, she allowed him to push his stiffening dick between her teeth. He owned a much larger cock than she had ever sucked before and it was difficult to comply with his orders. He kept telling her to open her mouth wider, take him in deeper, lick him, keep her teeth away, all the while threatening her with the wand. After what seemed an eternity, she felt his cock thicken and begin to pulse, a heavy stream of his come spurting into her mouth. Vanessa had always refused to swallow before and tried to pull away, gagging at spitting out the thick cream. Jospeh smiled to himself. It was much the same every time he started a new girl in training. Unless they had previously had extensive experience in fellatio, his demands were almost impossible to meet. As she looked up at him fearfully, he scowled. "Did I tell you not to swallow? Did I tell you to pull away? Did I tell you to stop?" He lifted the stun wand above her. "No, please, no! Let me go! I sucked you off, you said you'd let me go!", she begged. The pleas ended as he brought the wand down on her arms trying to shield her from the blows. Screaming, she spasmed and collapsed to the floor, and Joseph followed through with the electric wand, rubbing it along her body as she lay there twitching and losing control of her bladder. Finally, he stopped and allowed her a brief respite. As she began regaining some semblance of consciousness, he stepped up to her head. Grabbing his limp cock, he aimed it at her face and urinated onto her head. Vanessa began crying, but laid there under the warm stream, whimpering. Drained, Joseph turned and left the room. 'Almost ready.', he thought to himself, entering the control room. Starting the command program again, he saw the girl begin screaming again as she was lifted by the chains and the ice water shower and electric shocks commenced. Thirty-six hours later, the final torture program drew to a close. She had been allowed more rest, and the lysergic acid derivatives, no longer needed in her completely disoriented condition, were stopped lest they do too much damage. Now she was hanging in the chains, kneeling on the floor, and she followed Joseph closely as he entered the room and approached. This time, when he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, she dove to the task, bobbing her head madly and taking as much in as she could. Her performance was much better this time, and when he began coming in her mouth, Vanessa swallowed it greedily, even to the point of licking his cock afterwards to catch any dribbles that might have escaped her lips. "That's much better, Vanessa, much better.", commented Joseph. "Can I go now?", she whispered. Joseph's only response was to pull the wand from his pocket. At the sight of this horror, Vanessa screamed and drew away as far as possible. "No, please, no! Please, let me suck you! Fuck me, anything, I don't care. Please, no. I'll do anything!", she begged. A smiling Joseph put away the stun wand and Vanessa collapsed in the manacles, sobbing in relief. "You stink, Vanessa. I will send in someone to help you clean up. Do whatever she says, or I'll use the wand on you. Do you understand?" "Yes, sir. Yes, Master. Please don't use the stick again, please!" Joseph left the chamber after first allowing Becky to enter. She carried with her a large plastic basin, a bottle of liquid soap, a washcloth., and a razor. She was completely naked. Joseph moved to the control room and sat down to watch. Vanessa eyed the smaller girl warily, especially after a garden hose was lowered from the ceiling. Becky adjusted the temperature of the water and added some soap, then began washing Vanessa off. Vanessa cringed at the touch but the chains prevented her from moving too far away. It took several basins of water before she was clean, the first time she had been really clean in a week. Finished, Becky poured more soap into the basin and worked it to a lather, which she applied to Vanessa's armpits. From the control room, Joseph had to raise the chains pulling Vanessa vertical before this could be accomplished. Restrained, Vanessa had no choice but to allow Becky to shave her underarms, legs, and pussy. Finished with her cleaning chores, Becky waved a hand and Joseph lowered the chains. Vanessa collapsed to the floormat, and Becky positioned her on her back. Spreading Vanessa's legs wide, Becky lowered her face to the captive slave's cunt and began kissing it. Vanessa screamed and began thrashing about, fighting off her lesbian tormenter. What little sanity she retained knew that this was wrong! Suddenly a voice blared out over the loudspeakers. "Becky, move away and back up against the wall." Becky immediately disengaged and scuttled away. Several harsh electric shocks ran through Vanessa's body in punishment. "Vanessa, you were told to do whatever Becky wants. Becky wants to lick your pussy and make you come. Obey!" A final shock was administered, then Becky was ordered forward. This time, Vanessa cooperated, spreading her legs widely. She murmured contentedly as she felt the talented lips licking and caressing her cunt, and experienced her first lesbian orgasm in the chains of the conditioning chamber. Another shock was necessary to force Vanessa to return the favor and lick Becky's smooth shaven cunt. Vanessa initially felt like gagging but endured lest she be tortured further, and soon found herself enjoying the flavor. Once she had gotten Becky off, the other girl left and the lights went out, allowing Vanessa to sleep. Her basic training in oral techniques progressed rapidly over the next few days. Each day, Joseph would enter the chamber and demand a blowjob, and then one of the girls would enter to receive a cuntlicking. The only pleasure that Vanessa received would happen when she had provided a very good suckoff, after which the other girl would eat her until she came. Vanessa sucked cock and pussy all day long for two days; with their visitor gone, Joseph's associates, all young and virile men, would show up to help with the training. She would suck the cock of whoever entered the chamber. Graduation day for this phase of her training occurred when Joseph and two of his assistants entered the room and disrobed, then lay down on the mats. Vanessa was forced to move rapidly from man to man, sucking fiercely and allowing them to spurt down her throat in turn. Only when she had sucked them dry and they were no longer able to become stiff again, was she considered proficient enough to move to the next stage. ------- When Vanessa woke she knew something was different. It took several seconds to realize that she was no longer chained, although the padded cuffs were still in place on her wrists and ankles. She scrambled to the grating to relieve herself, then ate her oatmeal and water. By now she had learned to save some of the water to wash her face and hands. She looked up as she saw Joseph enter the room, and promptly assumed a 'slave' position, kneeling with her legs spread wide, her back arched so that her tits were displayed prominently, and her eyes towards the floor. She was unsurprised when Joseph approached and unzipped his pants. He pulled his cock out and said, "It better be the best blowjob you've ever given, slut, or else!" Vanessa opened her mouth and took the engorged cock inside, as she fondled her owner's balls. She put her heart into sucking off her master, licking and swirling her tongue over his cock as she tried to swallow him. To himself, Joseph thought that it may not have been the absolute best blowjob he'd ever had, but it was pretty damn good anyway. By now Vanessa was able to swallow everything. When the girl was finished, Joseph glared down at her and commanded, "Get me stiff! Now!" Terrified, the slut began repeating the process of sucking and jacking, and she had barely gotten him hard again when she was stopped. "Is your cunt wet?", he asked harshly. Confused, she asked, "What?" "Jesus Christ, girl, are you stupid? I asked if your cunt was wet. Well, is it?" It sank in to Vanessa an answer was expected. "Uh, I guess so, sir." "You guess so! Stupid bitch, don't you know? Find out!" At her confused look, Joseph pulled out the stun wand and Vanessa began to cry. "Put your hands in your pussy and see if you're wet. If you're not, then play with it until you are wet. Now!!!" Vanessa's hands shot between her legs and she began to madly finger her clit and pussy. She had been excited and moist from the suckoff she had already provided, now she was to become incredibly aroused as she lay naked on the floor before her owner. She whimpered through a first orgasm, and Joseph stopped her only as she approached her second, her fingers in a sea of warm juice. "On your hands and knees!", ordered Joseph. Vanessa was confused but understood what was about to happen. She knelt and stared straight ahead while Joseph positioned himself behind her. She came immediately as he first penetrated he cunt. His cock seemed as if it would keep entering her forever, and she began crying from exhaustion and overstimulation as he began pistoning into her cunt. Nevertheless, she began bucking back at him as he began telling her what to do, and her performance was marginal but acceptable. He exploded into her pussy just as she began coming for the second time. Afterwards, Joseph had her lick his cock clean, then left her with Callie, and the pair immediately began sixty-nining each other. The next two days were spent fucking Joseph and the other men, in a variety of positions. She would kneel for them, lie on her back and spread her legs for them, straddle them, sit on them. Whatever they wanted, she assumed the position. It was difficult training, as well, since they constantly were badgering her to tighten her pussy muscles, move her pussy and ass, milk their cocks dry. She never had the opportunity to, like so many housewives, simply lay there and let the man do the work. She was told in no uncertain terms that her sole existence was to provide sexual pleasure for the other men and women of the household. If she in any way failed to provide her partner with every possible pleasure, he would simply use the stun wand on her, sometimes mildly and sometimes viciously. Viciousness was certainly needed when her anal training began. Despite warnings and a stunning, Vanessa found herself back in the chains, being given electric shocks during the icy shower, before she finally gave in and allowed the men to begin fucking her asshole. The only relief she had at first was that Joseph allowed one of the maids to prepare her with KY jelly first. "It's not for you!", he told the weeping young slave. "I simply don't want to rub my cock raw in there!" He laughed as he entered her asshole, while Vanessa screamed and cried. Still, she managed to maintain her position on her knees, her face to the floormat through it, and began to become accustomed to the pain and even to begin enjoying the pleasure. As Joseph began spurting, Vanessa had a small orgasm of her own. Joseph removed her chains and left, and Anita entered, carrying a small plastic bag with a tube attached. Vanessa was still collapsed on the floor when she felt the smaller slave insert a hard object in her asshole. She knew better than to complain, so she simply looked over her shoulder. "What is happening?", she gasped out, as she felt pressure in her bowels. "I'm giving you an enema. Don't worry, we're just going to clean you out so that you won't get any shit on the masters' cocks. It'll be okay. We all get them every few days. It's really much better for assfucking, that way.", explained Anita. She drained the bag of warm soapy water into Vanessa, then helped her to her feet and steadied her as she voided herself into the drain. The entire process was repeated, then they gave each other a warm bath and ate each other out. Once Anita had left, another of Mr. Joseph's male employees entered. Vanessa was surprised when he ordered her onto her back, but then he had her lift her legs and feet towards the ceiling, and he assfucked her from the frontal position. This time, Vanessa actually enjoyed it quite a bit, and she found the orders to tighten her ass and make him come supremely easy. The rest of the day Vanessa took cocks up her ass, and became an avid participant. ------- Vanessa graduated from 'Basic Training' three weeks after she had been kidnapped. It came the morning after she had been the centerpiece of an orgy in the conditioning room. Five men, including Joseph, and two of the other slave girls had entered the room naked, and they had used her non-stop for several hours. It was the first time she had ever had more than one man at a time, but she didn't care. The sensation of never-ending orgasm washed away any traces of modesty, and she serviced as many cocks and cunts as she could handle. It had started with a doggy style fuck, with Joseph laying on the floormat before her, so she had simply taken him into her mouth as she was pounded from behind. Afterwards, two cocks at a time were the norm, but not always in her pussy and mouth. After that first threeway, she was straddling one of the men, riding his cock fiercely, when she felt hands pushing her shoulders down. Vanessa moved forward so that her breasts were pressed into the master's chest, then she felt another man position himself behind her. At first only his fingers were probing her asshole, but shortly thereafter she felt a large cock sliding inside, so that she was sandwiched between the two pricks fucking her. She screamed in pleasure as she rode through the orgasms. By now there was no degradation or perversity she would not participate in. There being more men than women, the other slave girls were getting screwed as well, and Vanessa was forced to clean them afterwards by licking the come from their pussies. She showed no hesitation in licking the come dribbling from their assholes. She had already gotten used to licking and kissing the assholes of the men who trained her, although the first time had required an extensive session with the stun wand. The final act of the night was when she took on all five men, sandwiching two, sucking a third, and giving handjobs to two others kneeling on either side. It took so much work she could barely acknowledge her own pleasure, but all five sprayed their come inside and outside of her. She collapsed to the floor afterwards and fell unconscious. She was allowed to sleep as long as she wished the next morning, and awoke to find her wrist and ankle cuffs removed, although she now wore the intricate necklace the other girls wore. She fingered it but failed to find the catch, and it was too snug to put a finger under. She felt better than she had in days, but it was a relative feeling. Although she was no longer on the lysergic acid derivative, since the sleep deprivation and sleep cycle torture had begun, her food and water had been laced with alternating mild doses of barbiturates and amphetamines. She was either tired or wired, and had lost all track of time and space. Vanessa had forgotten her past, her previous life, even her last name, everything but her existence in the conditioning chamber. Now, for the first time in weeks, the drugs had been left to work their way out of her system. Joseph entered the chamber carrying a small wooden stool and a mannequin's head and neck. The mannequin wore a necklace like the one she and the girls wore. Joseph set the stool and mannequin down, then moved to Vanessa. As soon as he had entered, she had knelt in one of the acceptable 'slave' positions. This one was kneeling, her legs spread wide, her shoulders and face to the floor, and with her hands behind her spreading her asscheeks wide so that her anus winked at him. He hadn't really planned on it, but Joseph never turned down a decent piece of ass, so he removed his pants and knelt behind her. He slipped into Vanessa's cunt and stroked long enough to lubricate his cock, then pulled out and pushed inside her asshole. Vanessa sighed in contentment as he fucked her ass, bucking back against him, then she reached between her legs to stroke and fondle his cock and balls. This set her master off, and she moaned as she felt the jets of come spurting into her bowels. Afterwards, she licked him clean, then Joseph pulled his pants back on and stood. "Vanessa, I'm sure that you have noticed that your cuffs have been removed and that you have a new necklace.", he said. Vanessa nodded politely. "Yes, Master." "Good. Don't you wonder why?" "No, Mister Joseph. If I was supposed to know, you would tell me." Joseph smiled. Part of the process taught the girls to be quiet and that curiosity was not tolerated. It had taken well with Vanessa. While she hadn't been the easiest girl to break, neither had she been the most difficult. He continued. "Today, you will be allowed out of the chamber into the rest of the house." A casual observer would have been surprised by Vanessa's reaction to that, but not Joseph. She began whimpering and crying from fear of the unknown. She had forgotten the rest of the world except for her mirrored chamber, now even that was being taken away. "Relax, Vanessa, you will be happy. I want you to move out of here. Do you want to disappoint me?", he asked, pulling the stun wand out and showing it to her. Vanessa began crying. "No, sir, no, sir, please, whatever you say, whatever you say!" Joseph put away the wand. "Very good. Now, do you see the mannequin? See how the necklace is just like your necklace and the necklaces of the other slave girls." Vanessa wiped her tears away and nodded mutely. "These are very special necklaces. They can not be removed, except by your owner, ever." He pulled a small remote control from his pocket and showed it to the girl. She stared at it then looked up to his eyes. "Yes, Master?" "Inside the necklace is a radio receiver, a very tiny one. As long as it receives a very short range signal it will be harmless. This is simply a remote control; it does not generate the signal. If you try to leave, the signal ends about two hundred yards from the house and something bad happens. If you try to remove the necklace or cut it off, something bad happens. Or, I could simply press this trigger to make something bad happen. You will wear this necklace the rest of your life. You will never live again without it. Would you like to see what something bad is?" "No, Master!", said a horrified Vanessa. She was terrified by the thought. "You need to know, slut. Watch the mannequin!", he commanded. When Vanessa tearfully faced the mannequin, he pressed the button on the remote. The necklace, built with an internal layer of plastique, exploded concentrically, decapitating the dummy neatly. The thunderclap was horrendous, and dust and bits of plaster filled the room. Vanessa fell to the floor, screaming as she covered her ears. Finally, the dust began to subside and Joseph kicked Vanessa's foot. "Enough of this. Sit up, now!", he ordered. Vanessa struggled to her knees and looked up at him, her tears cutting through the plaster dust on her face. He pointed the remote at her. "Never forget. There is no escape, ever." He left the room, and Vanessa spent the rest of the morning cleaning herself and the room before she was let out into the rest of the house. ------- Chapter 4 Vanessa stared at her surroundings as she walked behind her owner through the house. The mansion seemed huge to her, certainly far larger than anything she had ever lived in before, although she no longer had any coherent memory of where that was. She padded naked as he led her through the rooms into the kitchen. Once there she saw that two of the other slave girls, Marcy and Jane, were working, washing and drying dishes. Unlike her they were wearing the abbreviated French Maid costumes. Before, when they had come to her chamber to tend to her and instruct her, they had been naked. Vanessa was painfully aware of her nudity but knew the consequences of attempting to cover up. Although Joseph was not carrying the stun wand, she knew she would be punished if she tried. It was almost as if he could read her mind. Turning to her, he said, "You have to earn the privilege of wearing clothing in this household, Vanessa. Would you like to know how you do that?" "Yes, Master.", she said meekly. "By satisfying anyone's needs, any way possible. What are you Vanessa?", he asked conversationally. "A slave girl, sir, a slut, a fucktoy, a cunt, a..." "Precisely.", he said, stopping her. "You are the lowest of the low. These women can order you to do whatever they wish." He looked over at the buxom brunette drying the dishes. "Marcy, what would you order Vanessa to do?" "Eat my pussy, sir. Eat me and lick my asshole, if that's all right with you, Mister Joseph.", she said. "Fine. You may sit on the chair and Vanessa will take care of you." Marcy scooted over to the kitchen table and sat down on a chair. She spread her legs wide and pulled her miniscule skirt to her waist. Joseph turned to Vanessa. "You are to make her come three times. After that, finish washing and drying the dishes. Then report to me. Jane?", he said the last girl. "Yes, sir?", she responded. "Supervise. You may practice masturbating your asshole while you watch." "Thank you, sir." For the next two days, Vanessa spent every waking hour pleasuring the other occupants of the mansion and working at kitchen chores. Even when none of the masters ordered her to do so, the other slave girls would often order her to lick their cunts. She was given a large double-headed dildo to use on the other women upon command, inserting it into her pussy or ass and fucking them as ordered. She also learned that the stun wand was not required in the mansion. A wide variety of whips and paddles were in abundance and were used at the slightest provocation. The first instance was when she made a slight hesitation when commanded to eat a banana that Becky had shoved up Callie's cunt. Joseph had promptly had her kneel, then had taken a paddle, two feet in length and three inches wide, padded in a stiff leather, and had spanked her ass until she was screaming in pain. Ignoring her tears, he had pushed her face into Callie's cunt, where Vanessa had immediately begun to eat the banana, then had raped her ass, pounding against her beet red asscheeks. Other disciplinary tools included several whips, light leather cat-of-nine-tails, and other paddles and switches. By the third day, even a glance at a paddle would have her cowering in abject terror, eager to do as she had been commanded. Her discipline became exemplary, and on the third day she was given her first pieces of clothing, thigh top black fishnet stockings and four inch high black stiletto heels. She gleefully accepted them from her owner. She immediately sank to the floor and put them on. She slid on the stockings, then pulled the heels on and strapped them at the ankles. Smoothing the fishnets on her legs, she looked up at her master expectantly. "Very nice, Vanessa. See that you don't do anything which will cause you to lose this privilege." Vanessa mutely nodded, knowing that this was not an idle threat. Terry had been stripped and punished for several days after dropping a wine bottle in the dining room. "Now, as a sign of appreciation, move behind me. You are to tongue out my asshole while reaching around me to jerk me off. You will aim my jism so that I come on Becky's tits, understand?" "Yes, master.", said Vanessa, scurrying behind Joseph. He undid his trousers and stepped out of them. At a hand gesture, Becky knelt before him, lowering the top of her outfit so that her mammoth tits made a good target. She smiled up at her owner as she lifted her tits and began to fondle the oversized nipples. Vanessa immediately wrapped her arms around her owner and began stroking and jacking on his substantial cock, as she pressed her face into the crack of his ass, her tongue extending to the salty brown pucker of his anus. She no longer felt any revulsion at this, only a degree of fear that her efforts, no matter how successful, would be insufficiently pleasing. Her fears were groundless, however, when a few minutes later she felt the stiff prick in her hands begin jerking and spasming, while Joseph grunted. Blindly, she tried to aim his cock so that his come would land on Becky's tits. She stopped only when told to do so, and looked around, to find that most of the come had landed on Becky's face, but Joseph didn't seem to mind. He ordered Becky to lick his cock back to life while Vanessa was to play with herself and get good and greasy. As soon as he was stiff, he took Vanessa from behind, his hands reaching around to pull and pinch her dangling tits. Vanessa screamed when she orgasmed. ------- The man known as Mister Robert entered the dining room. Following his arrival, he had been escorted to his room by Becky, who had provided him with probably the best blowjob he had ever had. Afterwards, she had knelt on his bed, reaching behind her to spread her asscheeks, and had begged him to put his cock in her asshole. Once there, he had ridden her to three loud orgasms before he had given in to the unbelievably wonderful sensations racing through his groin. He had collapsed onto her back as his hips twitched uncontrollably and his cock spewed an endless stream of his come into her freshly cleaned bowels. "I hope you found your rest satisfactory?", asked a smirking Joseph. Becky had told him precisely what had happened already. Robert gritted his teeth at the man's arrogance. "Yes, it was all right.", he admitted. "Fine, fine. Well, we will have dinner and dessert, then you will be able to judge for yourself how well the results of my training regimen have been. Before you leave tomorrow, you will make the transfer of funds." Joseph led Robert to the table and then sat down himself. "As you wish." Robert looked around at the girls in front of them. "Have you changed something?" "Hmm? No. Well, I did sell off Callie last week, but I still keep a half-dozen sluts on hand for training." "So who's the new girl?", asked Robert, pointing to a busty blonde of average height with very short hair. She seemed to be almost falling out of the tight French Maid costume. She smiled at him hesitantly. Joseph looked at her fondly. "Don't you remember Vanessa." As Robert gaped at the change that a single month could make, he continued, "Vanessa, climb up on the table, display yourself, and entertain us with your pleasure. You may not touch yourself, but you will orgasm. Is that understood?" ------- The End ------- Posted: 2002-06-07 Last Modified: 2002-06-14 / 12:00:00 am ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------