The following story is only fiction. None of the characters or situations are based on actual persons or events. Any similarity between these and real individuals or events is unintentional. Some of the subject matter may be triggering for survivors of sexual assault. Sensitive subject matter includes rape, torture, humiliation, psychological trauma, forced chemical dependency, forced impregnation and body modification/transformation. Reader assumes any liability beyond this warning.
Chapter Three: Training Begins
The box was a design based on an idea I had in my earliest days of debauchery. I had imagined many different ways to immobilize and torture a slave over an extended period of time and when my fantasy evolved to include psychological destruction the box became a reality. I don’t want to go into too much detail about the many uses of it but I will say that throughout the years of their captivity, the box was modified and upgraded many times to accommodate my ever changing needs.
One of the first modifications I made was in those first few days. While I didn’t want either of them to see directly outside of the box I did, on occasion, want them to see the things I would do to them; or rather to each other. I then decided to mount cameras looking directly down onto their bodies outside of the box. They were aimed in such a way that the only part of the cellar they would ever be able to see was the floor beneath them. On the inside of the box I mounted two small monitors, directly across from each other and only revealing what was happening to the other. In essence, Bianca would only be able to see what was being done to Ashley and vice versa.
I didn’t want them to have even the slightest sense of time. For that reason I had designed the room to have no windows, only artificial light sources that would remain constant no matter what the time of day. There were absolutely no clocks in the cellar and I never made a feeding or training schedule. I just showed up at random times throughout the day as it pleased me.
I waited until early the next morning to bring them their “food.” I always referred to it as food at feeding times; never breakfast, lunch or supper. This helped me to mask the time of day.
I made the long drive into town and found a 24 hour, fairly vacant Waffle House. After some consideration I decided that their first meal should offer a high carb and calorie content. They had gone days without eating and I wanted their petite bodies to start building a healthy store of fat. I ordered 4 waffles, 2 double orders of hash browns, and 4 orders of bacon and then drove back to the barn.
Once down in the cellar I began prepping the food for their consumption. As you know they were both incapacitated and would never again be allowed the use of their hands. For this reason I had to cut up all of their food and place it into stainless steel dog bowls I had purchased in my preparations. This meal was considered a special treat; a sort of welcoming meal. Future meals would be from the barns well-stocked pantry; oats and grain mash, protein bars, and fiber and vitamin supplements. Of course there were other occasions throughout the years when I allowed them special treats but those occurrences were extremely rare.
*Note* The box, as you know from the many descriptions, had a trap door in the rear. The door was designed to open upward and only halfway so that the occupants could never see outside when opened. It was through this opening that I would be able to feed my pets as well as clean the interior.
To finalize their meal prep I crushed two Vicodin for each bowl, sprinkled it over the food and stirred it in. Part of my plan included turning them into chemical dependents. I would start them off on Vicodin and work my way up to harder narcotics from there.
I took the bowls in my hands and glanced at the monitors. They were both wide awake and whispering to each other. I made a mental note to play back the footage later as I walked toward the box’s trap door. I placed the bowls on top of the box and then knocked loudly on the panel 3 times.
“Who’s ready to eat?” I asked with an enthusiastic tone.
“P..please..A..Ashley isn’t well. Sh..she nee..eeds h..help. Please sh..she needs a d..doctor.”
The desperation was thick in her voice. I could tell she was masking anger but I wasn’t sure if it was her will holding it back or if severe hunger trumped all other emotions for the time being. I knew that I’d have my answer shortly.
“She’ll be right as rain after she eats. I need you to see that she does. Can you do that for me?” I maintained a pleasant and neutral tone. It was my theory that this would help grow her insanity much sooner.
“P..please sh..she needs real help. Y..you can k..keep me j..just take her to a h..hospital!”
“You WILL shut the fuck up and do what I say or I’ll take this food and shove it up your ass. Do you understand?”
Silence.
“I said DO YOU UNDERSTAND?” I spat out her first solid dose of authority. “BY GOD DON’T MAKE ME ASK AGAIN.”
“Y..yes.” she sobbed.
“YES WHAT?” I was clearly enjoying this now.
“Ye..sss I..I under..sss…stand.”
“Good girl.” I raised the latch and pushed the door open. Then I put on my long, heavy chemical gloves to cover every inch of my skin. I didn’t want them to have even the slightest detail of my appearance. Once I was satisfactorily covered I placed the bowls right under each of their chins and lowered the hoist that held them suspended so that they could reach the food.
“Eat up.” I commanded. To my surprise and delight Ashley did not hesitate to dive her face right into the bowl. I was sure that at least one of them would throw some sort of protest to eating like a dog. When neither did I surmised that extreme starvation combined with utter exhaustion had removed all the shame from that particular humiliation.
Once she was satisfied that her friend was eating, Bianca put her face into her own bowl and began to feed as well.
I walked around to the desk and removed my gloves. I opened the drawer and pulled out a box of large-sized, black latex surgical gloves and removed two from the packaging. I put them on and walked over to the cleaning station and turned on the hot water. I grabbed the bucket from the shelf and placed it under the water flow and squeezed a few drops of lemon scented Ajax into the stream. I watched as the suds began to form. Now that they were eating it was time to rid the floor of almost a weeks worth of filth and human waste. Before I did that, however, I would need to scrub the shit and piss from the backs of their legs and inner thighs. I was quite sure they would NOT enjoy this new and invasive sensation.
I retrieved a sponge from under the sink and dropped it into the hot, soapy water and turned off the faucet. I placed the bucket on the floor near the box and returned to the cleaning station to unwind the long garden hose. Once I had an adequate length of hose unwound I turned on the pressure and walked over to Bianca. I wanted her to experience this first so that she would know exactly how bad it would be for her friend. I pointed the nozzle at her ass and without any warning I pulled back the lever and released the full stinging-force of the water directly onto her sphincter.
The sharp stream of water was frigid and merciless.
She immediately let out a howling scream as she desperately tried to move away from the ice-cold blast. However, the chains holding her wrists and ankles to the floor had barely enough slack to give more than a couple of inches in any direction. The sheer shock of the cold caused her to wretch up some of what she had just ingested. I would have to clean that up afterward, but presently, I was having too much fun to care.
When I was satisfied that most of the dried shit was rinsed away I brought the bucket over and poured out a third of the steaming hot water directly onto her back and ass. It was hot, but not scalding. I was not medically equipped to deal with burn injuries and it simply would not do to damage them beyond my limited ability to heal.
I began scrubbing up and down her legs and back. She screamed and struggled constantly but when the sponge finally slid down the crack of her ass and across her cunt she started yelling obscenities toward me and tried several times to forcibly pull her head out from the box. I kept scrubbing regardless, taking extra care to see that her cunt was well sanitized. By this time Ashley was livid with anxiety and had joined in with Bianca’s frantic hysteria soon after it had begun. I almost made the mistake of warning her that she was next. That would have ruined my fun but I managed to keep my focus on Bianca. After a thorough scrubbing, I again aimed the hose at Bianca and gave her a much quicker, but still excruciatingly cold rinse off.
“How do you feel now that you don’t smell like a shit-house anymore?” I was doing my very best not to express my sheer delight. “Keep in mind that I’m still holding the hose as you try to decide if you will answer my question.”
“Th..th..th..thank y..y..y..y..you.”
Her voice was tiny and difficult to decode through the chattering of her teeth but it was clearly a victory for me. Sadly I did not enjoy it as much as I had hoped. It seemed far too easy a defeat and I prefer much more of a challenge. However, as it would soon prove to be, things aren’t always as they seem.
“That’s my good little bitch.”
I never really had the personal desire to spout any sexist epithets but lately, as I considered all of the tools I could use to achieve my goals, I realized that sometimes words could be more inflicting than a bull-whip (and I had two at my disposal) when properly inserted into certain situations…and words cost me nothing.
She fell limp, finally ceasing the attempt to free herself from the chains. As I looked into the monitor I could see the rage and anger in her face as prideful tears began to pool under her fiery eyes. For a fleeting moment I couldn’t help but admire the amount of self control she managed to exercise as she clenched her teeth and held her tongue. I knew then that breaking her would not at all be easy as she was indeed a clever beast.
Ashley was borderline catatonic. She had stopped screaming but continued to cry in silence, staring blankly into her friend’s tortured face. I don’t think it had yet occurred to her that she would not be immune to the same treatment.
As I shuffled the hose over the equipment on the floor to line the nozzle up with Ashley’s tight little asshole, Bianca suddenly realized my intentions. She did not need to see outside the box to know what was next.
“P..please..God noooo. Please please please nooo. I’ll do anythin..just not her! Pleeeeeaaase nooooooo…”
There was now real and sincere desperation in her voice and for a moment I could almost feel her horror.
Ashley had now come out of her stupor and was searching her friend’s face for some kind of explanation as to her sudden desperate plea.
“What?! What is it??? Bianca..B..??? What??? Biiiiiiiii..ooaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhheeeeee..”
Her voice trailed off into a blood curdling scream as the jet of ice-cold water slammed against her puckered hole. Bianca broke down into a loud, moaning cry. She did not try to console her through the ordeal. She new it was pointless to try and say anything cliche like “it’s ok, baby” because she knew it wasn’t. In fact, she new right then that nothing for Ashley would ever be ok again. I smiled at the thought.
I kept the hose aimed directly at my target as I moved the nozzle closer to her anus. As pressure increased against her sphincter it began to slowly give up resistance and soon the water was shooting right up into her intestines. She struggled more wildly than Bianca and the screaming never ceased. I glanced down at her wrists and I could see the blood pooling on the floor under her shackles. In her frantic attempt to free herself, it appeared that she had stripped some of the skin from the back of her hand as she tried to pull it through. I released the nozzle lever and the water ceased to flow. Immediately after the positive pressure into her anus was removed, the build up of water inside her asshole caused a small geyser of filth to explode outward onto the floor behind her. At first I was taken by surprise as I hadn’t expected this to happen. For a moment I stood in silence listening to her cries and the sickening sounds of her bowels being evacuated uncontrollably. Then I began laughing.
I laughed so hard that I could barely stand up. I had no control over it. I found it so delightfully entertaining that I didn’t want it to end. Ashley and Bianca did not share my joy. I was so wrapped up in my newly discovered activity that I didn’t bother to try and listen to whatever it was they were screaming to each other. It didn’t even matter to me. I only wanted to do this over and over again.
I again shuffled the hose back over to Bianca’s ass but this time I didn’t bother aiming it. I shoved the nozzle right up against her asshole and started to force it inside her.
“Oh god noooooooiiiooeeeaaaaaaaa!!!!”
Her screams filled the entire cellar but did absolutely nothing to deter me. Finally her asshole gave way to my persistence and the nozzle slipped in with a pop.
“Scream.” I said softly. “Go ahead and scream for me.”
I knew she couldn’t hear me over the sound of her own wailing but I didn’t need her to.
I smiled, took a nice deep breath and pulled back the lever.
