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Safe and Protected


For a few minutes Michelle Ball relaxed. There were not many seconds lately
when she could. There was no doubt that she was very securely fettered and
protected from even the most calculated and devious theft. Few girls could
claim as much but more than she had known until she had met Mister Krueger. For
the rest of her life, she would be in restricted harems and bordellos, cramped
cells and rigid bonds. As property she was valuable and could not be trusted
alone or unchained.

She had been searching for her older sister, Susan. She had recently relocated
near Roanoke a month ago and Michelle had been searching for Susan's new
apartment condo. Her phone was unlisted but that was not unexpected since she
was single, attractive and 23. The address had been 66E Stonewall Way. That
condo site she found but her sister's lease had been abruptly cancelled and the
rooms were empty. No forwarding address had been left. Indeed she had checked
in, the agent remembered her well due to her short skirt habit, but a man had
checked her out paying a substantial lease buyout penalty. That had been the
only clue she had and it had led her into the Blue Ridge Mountains and the
modest home of William F. Krueger.

The redwood homestead was new with four bedrooms, connected garage and two and
a half baths. Mr. Krueger was unattached, burly and laconic. He had admitted to
being sloppy with Susan but Susan had seen something she should not have and
was now on the protected list.

And she had been too nosy as well as being a cute blonde. And her drink was
adequately sedated.

She later learned that her assets had been collected and liquidated to pay for
her capture, training, room and board. Theoretically, she was an indentured
wench but her debt was far too large to ever be paid off except by retirement
when her value would be low enough to be discharged by her owner. Assuming she
made it that far of course.

Her present position was at least partially modest. She hung suspended by her
right ankle with a foot to spare above the cold stone floor hewed from the
mountain granite. Her slender white leg stuck out clear of all other
obstructions. It was her only unhindered body part.

Starting with her mouth, she chewed on a fleshy piece of rubber which thrust
minutely but hard and often against the back of her throat. A small battery
operated the mechanism. That device was attached to a hard rubber ball that
kept her jaws apart. A padlock secured the back strap of the gag device. Grey
duct tape had been spun around her head to further discourage talk or idle
gossip. A heavy hood, tied with a slip string around her neck, kept her head
completely covered and her eyes blind. Just in case cotton had been duct taped
to her eyeballs and a scarf circled her eyes as a blindfold.

Just then her nipples exploded with a series of shocks. She twisted and a light
moan escaped her mouth through her nose: "Hmmm!" She calmed down but her
nipples were on fire. Every movement increased the erotic sensation.

Over her whole body a nut brown burlap bag had been tied enclosing all but her
free leg at the hip. The bag and especially the hood were hot and itchy sweat
covered her. She could breathe but she was considerably uncomfortable.
Electricity jolted through her vagina. She jerked like a fish on a hook as the
jolt continued and was added to by nipples. "Arrgghhh! Aiii!" she muttered
inside her hood. She whined nasally in complaint. Outside her bag she could not
be heard. To her ears her screams reverberated incessantly.

A series of shocks shot up her ass and combined with a set equally strong and
robust from her vagina. She rolled frantically, spinning herself dizzy. Her bag
convulsed soundlessly. Almost continuously electricity coursed into her
sensitive spots. After only twenty minutes, she only trembled as her hips or
breasts spasmed. Soft noises flowed from her nostrils. Tears stained her
forehead and drenched her blinding cotton and blindfold.

Another dead time arrived.

Checking her wrists routinely, she pulled backwards an inch. As usual the cross
rope to her cunt worked and added a minute pressure to her genitalia. A belly
rope enwrapped in her concave waist further controlled her hands. It would not
slip up or down past ample hips or full bosom. She sighed. Her nipples stung
again. She shivered and pulled her left ankle to her bending fingers. They
touched easily. Michelle twisted and groaned.

Wires trailed from her nipple clamps and from stainless steel probes buried in
her cunt and asshole. Being upside down, they would not fall out and they were
too high to be dislodged by her inner muscles. A one pound weight, in addition,
dangled from her nipple chain. There was enough slack in her sack to let it
hang in front of her nose. Even her hair was loose and fluffy except where her
gag and blindfold constricted. Curls and ringlets shuddered invisibly when she
jigged and skipped.

Ropes crossed under her tits to tie into her elbows that had been forced to tap
one another. Other loops went around her neck as a support. A tie between
elbows and neck insured nothing would loosen.

Shocks pounded into her bottom. Uncontrollably she cavorted and danced by her
ankle. "Aiii!"

On her first day of slavery, she recovered still in the clothes she came in: A
white and blue dress with darker pumps. Even light blue tinted bra and panties.
She had dared that day to wear thigh stockings with tiny blue stars sprinkled
in them. She had hoped to make an impression using her sex appeal and perhaps
get something extra for her efforts. Well she had.

Mister Krueger, so natural now to say, had taped her lips and cuffed her hands
and ankles all together. She wobbled over his shoulder looking down his back.
His hand rested warmly and rightly oh her rump. She whimpered and was pinched
high on her upper thigh. His hand was high under her light dress by right of
conquest. She had whimpered pathetically as she was carried off.

Dumped inside a cellar closet, Krueger had locked the door from the inside with
a key. An incandescent light burned overhead. Reaching above a ceiling tile he
tapped a series into something which beeped. The floor under her had silently
rumbled and a portion of the floor opened. A round manhole was revealed sinking
into an infinite black hole. Ladder rungs ran down one side and a pulley
arrangement was set just inside the lip. Reaching in her unlatched a hook that
he inserted into a broad link in her ankle cuffs. With frightened blue eyes she
followed his hands as she was gradually inserted upside down into the opening.
The pulley rope tightened as her 110-pound weight pressed down on it.

Straining her eyes and looking down, she was completely ready to descend. Her
weight stretched her arms straight in line with her back. She arched her back
acutely and twisted her hands in vain. Her dress cascaded down above her hips
showing her cute ass, panties and blue sparkling stocking tops. Her knees stuck
out obscenely. His hand rubbed her saucy derriere and bottom quite intimately
making her further squirm and worm. Then the pulley was cranked and she
descended. Master Krueger had remarked: "Well, you had wanted to know about
where Susan went. Suffice to say that you are using the same pulley as she did
a few weeks earlier."

It was not a comforting thought. Besides she worried over the anguish in her
wrists and ankles more. Muffled screams filled her mouth behind her gag. Slowly
she was lowered despite her objections and disapprovals.

The shaft was a hundred feet down into the virgin ancient rock of the mountain.
It grew cool. At the bottom she hit gently and waited in a deeper side hole to
wait for Mister Krueger to climb down. While there she balanced on the back of
her neck with most of her slight weight still across her ankles and wrists.

Lights blossomed. Up above a bright circle of light indicated freedom. Numerous
bolts shot across barring access. Then the circle of light was eclipsed and
sealed. Master Krueger retrieved her and undid the hook.

On her belly still in her stressful hogtie, Mister Krueger ran a leash through
her crotch. Then she was knelt, knees tied, ankles shackled but released from
her wrists. He tugged her up onto her feet. "Keep your eyes downcast and
humble, slut. Susan responded much better when she was leashed. C'mon slut you
must hurry!"

She followed Mister Krueger as quick as her hobbled knees could go. She studied
her leash and learned quickly to keep it not too taut. They passed three
security gates. Each more sophisticated and all hidden by trick walls and inky
darkness. At the last he addressed an AI for proper identification codes. He
was retinally scanned and checked for fingerprints and voice content. "Mister
Krueger to enter, Sam."

"Mister Krueger, welcome. All is secure. Slaves are under lock and either
resting or in training as you left them."

"This is the former Michelle Ball, sister of the former Susan Ball. Social
Security Number 123-86-9824. Make up a new file."

"Processing. Next name is S-01339."

"Excellent choice. Enter it. As a novice she has only orders to follow. Follow
routine Rookie 1."

"As ordered. Welcome S-0139. You have been expected."

Susan had whimpered and passed the last gate into a dungeon. Whips and chains
dangled everywhere with the occasional nude white girl. Even the smallest whip
would tame and break an average female to her new duties. And Michelle (S-0037)
was a timid and submissive girl; she could imagine her distress as her ass was
striped.

Back where she was, upside and down and bothered by repeated shocks to her
bottom and nipples. She moaned and jerked. It would take hours to finally tire
her out. Only when she was limp and still would she have a hope of being
dropped or transferred to a new lesson. Despite that knowledge a girl reacted
to the constant influx of pain as she had to. She flopped and jumped.

She was in a closet through which she had slithered on her ass, pulled in by a
pulley line on her ankle. The door was low and Mister Krueger had to pinch and
coerce her hips and breasts through. Once in a dozen steel bolts had been
slammed and the 5 inch sold concrete door shut. Even as this happened her
pulley brought her straight and pointing to the ceiling with her pink toenails
up. A false wall had slid in place over the entrance from the main dungeon.

"Aaahhh!" She insisted on idle protests. This time from the tingling in her
right leg and belly from the hours of suspension. When she was let down, she
would be ready to be molested even as the blood returned washing her with
sensation.

A camera kept an eye on her through the AI. If something went wrong and one of
her bonds became less than perfect, the AI would tranquilize her and set off an
alarm. In addition she could expect a severe flogging of her tits, thighs and
cunt later.

Even now her ass tortured her from a hundred and ten blows, one for each pound,
administered earlier that day.

So far she had not observed Susan. She rarely had been permitted freedom of
eyes. And except for eating, she had had no time off without a gag of tape,
ball, cloth or panties.

Mister Krueger had stated that she was a pitiful slut and not deserving yet of
being fucked. Besides he now wanted them as a matched sister set when he first
jumped their bones. That was why she was in an accelerated domestication
program.

She jerked once more. "Hmmm!" Her tits were on fire. The chain and clamps were
demanding enough for the average slut. The electricity added extra enthusiasm.
The erect nipples rubbed incessantly against the rough burlap. No matter what
she tried she could not relieve her agonies.

Her vagina erupted, hot and flaring. She gyrated her hips and pumped without
thinking. "Hmmm!"

She hoped Mister Krueger was not busy. She needed to be beaten and preferred a
strong frontal attack across her lower belly. She moaned, safe and secure in
numerous locks, ropes, cloth, gates and doors. No one could find her or steal
her. Her vagina was hot and her nipples stiff. The barest fondling would make
her react favorably.

She moaned as her bottom was attacked once again. She stirred her ass fast with
the electricity.

She had hoped to find her sister. She would see her soon enough in Mister's
Krueger's bed when they would compete for his cock with their twats, asses and
mouths.