The Awakening

The Awakening
Written By LatexHer

Brittany began to stir; the very life was returning to her as her senses were suddenly alive with a flood of information. She was hot, and sweating, as she began to survey her situation. Where was she, she thought slowly beginning to move in what felt like a cocoon. Her arms and legs were cramped in an uncomfortable position, her legs asleep and tingling. As Brittany began to regain full consciousness, she realized that she was hanging inside some kind of rubber-lined bag. She had a huge, bad tasting, ball gag in her widely stretched open mouth. Her lips had already cracked from being pulled so tight around the awful gag leaving her silenced.
Brittany, could not move her arms up to remove the gag. She found that a very tight, wide leather belt around her slim waist, held steel cuffs holding both of her hands secularly to her waist. Another slimmer belt ran painfully tight, from front to back splitting her ass cheeks and sex in two.
Brittany felt that the bag she was in, was swinging as she struggled to escape her bondage. The bag inside smelled like a pig farm, with the smell of old urine and shit invading her nostrils with an unmistakable stink! As Brittany continued to struggle to free herself, she found that her crotch was already sore from the cruel belt cutting tightly between her legs, her pussy was raw! She felt an unmistakable fullness in her vagina, and ass – she had been plugged! Brittany did not know how long she had been in the bag; she only knew that she had pissed herself at some time adding to her increasing dilemma. As Brittany began to further comprehend her situation, she began to pay attention to the noises in the room which held her. She heard more than one muffled woman sobbing, close to her. She wondered but could not know how many of her sisters were in the room or in similar bondage. The pressure inside her bladder became more intense. She knew that soon she would further soil herself, worse yet she also knew that she would have to defecate, but how with a plug deep in her in her asshole? Where was she, why was she here, what are they going to do to me? These thoughts streamed through her mind like a bullet traveling along its given path.
Soon Brittany began to retrace in her mind what she could remember of the hours and maybe days leading to her hanging here in this hot smelly rubber prison. She recalled the days beginning as always - with the loud-sounding buss of her alarm clock.
Normally her morning ritual was - to get up out of bed, hit the toilet, and pee, then a thorough brushing of her teeth, putting on her sports bra, pantie, jogging suit socks, and shoes, before hitting the pavement for her morning 2-mile run.
After her daily run, she would get back to her small urban apartment, take a quick shower, and wash and dry her flowing blonde hair, while choosing her outfit for the day. A well-supporting bra was a necessity for Brittany as she was not flat-chested. Unlike many women her age, Brittany chose to wear a support panty, although she certainly did not need one. Once dressed she would put on her make-up, adding a few drops of her favorite perfume, slipping on her heels last as she then hit the door to go to work.
What she could recall through the fussiness which remained in her head was that day was different. Brittany recalled it was early Sunday morning, she was about 1.5 miles in her daily run, which went by one of the parks, when a van stopped on the street and a woman rolled down the window and hailed her. The woman seemed nice enough in her speech, looks, and demeanor - excusing herself for interrupting her run. Brittany was on the sidewalk and did not feel threatened by the woman, or the van, and continued to run in place as she listened to the woman asked her for directions. Brittany could read the logo on the side of the van which read "Rosanna Florists, we deliver on time every time." Brittany judged the woman to be in her fifties, with slightly graying black hair and a bright smile. The woman asked Brittany if she knew where Limestone Street was. The woman motioned for her to approach the van. Brittany was not that dumb and remained running in place on the sidewalk as she spoke and offered the woman directions to Limestone Street. As the two women conversed, suddenly Brittany saw the driver of the van standing behind it with a gun pointed at her. The man was a giant, at least six foot two, or maybe even six-four. The man had short hair and appeared to be about her age, sporting a 5-day-old beard. He was very muscular and Brittany knew he had to work out each day to maintain his shape. A second later as Brittany began to turn to run, a painful shock hit her. She remembered the white-hot pain shooting through her back and legs just before falling to the ground - stunned! As she lay next to the pavement near the green grass by the street, she recalled the sound of the van's side door opening and the woman sticking a needle in her neck – then microseconds later everything went hazy, as she went limp.
Brittany was not completely unconscious from the drug the woman injected into her neck. She could not move or protest in any way. She did recall the drive that seemed to go on for hours. She recalled being helped to a seated position as steel cuffs were applied to both her ankles and her hands as these were being cuffed and strapped to her waist.
Her mouth was stretched open and a huge penis gag was pushed deep into her jaw by the woman. A foul-smelling rubber hood was placed over her head, with an attached belt that was tightened and locked leaving her helpless, speechless, and blind. During this assault the woman stuck another needle into her right upper thigh, keeping her mostly comatose and unable to resist. With the drugs in her veins, she felt weak and petrified with fear.
It seemed like hours before the drug began to wear off. The van turned hard and she felt the front of the vehicle lean forward as if going down into a garage. The van screeched to a halt and the side door again opened. She heard more voices but could not see who or how many there were.
Another needle soon followed as she was being taken from the van and loaded onto a gurney. With the drug injection taking effect – this time she faded completely out. Her gurney rolled down the hall to a large commercial elevator. She remained drugged and motionless as the elevator descended into the subterranean network of tunnels and rooms far below, and out of sight of nosey eyes.
Unable to see where she was being taken to, she had no way of knowing that soon she would be along with several others in a large room in horrible bondage, waiting to learn of her faith.
She would find herself in a most unusual dilemma – wondering what was happening to her and why. As her senses began to regain some form of normalcy – Brittany found herself gagged inside what seemed to be a rubber-lined sack, hanging off of something somewhere. The sack was wet with what seemed to be her urine. She did not know how long she had been in the stinking sack and began to struggle wildly to gain escape, but no such escape from her bondage was possible. The more she struggled the more the bag got warmer. The rubber hood over her head became intolerable and she soon gave in to her situation. Two rubber tubes were deep in her nose into her sinuses. She worried that if her struggles caused her sinuses to plug up with mucus, she would be unable to breathe. Exhausted from her struggles she hung motionless in this new prison contemplating what could she do to escape this horror. As she hung there in absolute silence, Brittany began to hear more noises around her. At first, with her senses still cloudy she reckoned that she was hanging above wild animals waiting to tear into her as food. Slowly she began to analyze the noises and decided they were a compilation of several women probably bound and gagged as her, possibly in the same or similar predicament. How long had she been there? Why are they doing this? Who are these animals? Please oh Please let me go -she thought!

The Awakening
Chapter II

Brittany sensed that one of the moans she was able to hear while inside her bag was close. She guessed that the moan was from another unfortunate woman hanging in a similar bag close to her. She heard the woman moan loudly than the sound of falling liquid hitting the floor below. That sound was more than Brittany could stand and her bladder emptied inside the bag leaving her still chained ankles and legs wet from her warm piss. Brittany found that the bottom of the rubber bag had small holes in it, to allow sweat and piss to drain. Her pussy burned from her hot piss as her irritated cunt, from her struggles found no pleasure from the burning pain.
She heard someone approach by the rhythm of leather soles hitting wet concrete. Brittany was shocked as her bag was let down and felt herself adjust to being lowered onto a platform. She soon heard another bag being lowered next to her. Brittany's cunt again burned red hot as the strap re-adjusted to its new place deep in her cunt while the plugs inside her vagina and ass were forced even deeper.
The two women felt themselves being pushed or pulled along to their next place. Neither of the two could know what was in store for them next. This trip took only a few minutes. Upon stopping, the smelly bag they were held in was opened at the top, allowing fresh clean but cold air to cascade into the cold stinking, and wet women's prison. Sill inside the rubber bags, now open to their shoulders the girl's hoods were unlocked and then pulled off. A huge burly dude loudly told both frightened women that they were not to move, or both would be punished again with his cattle prod, a shocking device he held. Having said that - next a thick, wide, and heavy collar was locked around both the women's necks. The man informed both the girls that the collars were Collar Control Units.
These units would track them continually day and night, and use painful electric stimuli for any misbehavior noted. He told the girls that he would now take them to the toilet where he would let them out of their rubber bags and, remove their waist belts, cuffs, ass, and vaginal plugs. He would then allow both to shower and clean their cunts, before taking them to their next station. Both women noted that on the man's belt hung a short black whip. Painful discipline could be administered should it be needed. Both prayed that he would not whip them with that awful tool, but remembered the pain from when they were stunned and captured.
As the dude loosened the straps of the bags holding each girl's body, the women slowly began to move their legs. It took a few moments for either woman to stand, the pain from being cramped and confined was awful. Together both were ushered into a white-walled room, still in their ankle chains. Once inside the room, the women saw that chains hung on the wall next to each showerhead. Soon both were chained and locked to the wall by their new collars. The man grinned as he first turned on the shower. The water felt like ice as both women winced into their gags from the sudden shock of cold water. The water soon warmed enough to bring some comfort to the women. The man unchained their wrists and finally removed each one of the belts securing both the waist and the dildoes deep within them. As the crotch straps were pulled down by the man, the attached dildoes slid out of the girls – making each groan. How demeaning, and degrading it was to have an unknown man, pull out their vaginal and ass plugs one by one. The man's ugly grin returned to his face as he took pleasure in their embarrassment and obvious suffering.
Ok cunts, who wants their gags out? The girls both meekly motioned to him pleading to have their horrible gags removed. The man looked at both of them, smiling wide, and said "get those cunts cleaned, whoever gets it clean first and bends over for my cock to have some fun – gets her gag out first! With that statement, he turned the showers full hot and gave each woman a rag and a bar of Lava soap.
Brittany looked at her female partner with wide wild eyes, this brute was about to fuck them, they had no choice, he would have his way. The other woman whose name was not yet known to Brittany hurried to wash herself and her swollen red cunt, quickly finishing first with the harsh scratching soap! The man unchained the other woman from the wall, removed her gag, and ordered her to bend over and touch her still chained ankles. So exposed from the rear, the man opened his fly as his tool quickly hardened. The dude was not hung as Brittany first thought, but soon his hard cock was pounding away at the other woman's cunt. Her scream of pain slowly faded and a grown of pleasure soon took its place. Brittney wondered how this woman could gain enough pleasure from being raped as she was. It only took the man about ten minutes to blow his load of hot creamy cum into the recently cleaned cunt in front of him. He was not finished yet, he told the woman to get on her knees and suck his shaft as he wanted more of her.
Reluctantly the girl obeyed his commands with tears rolling like rain from her eyes between sobs.
Degraded, soiled, and now hopeless, the woman sucked away at his cock as he warned her to swallow every drop or be punished for any reluctance to please him. It took her over 20 minutes to fully drain his tool for the second time.
The brute then grabbed her by the hair and shoved her into a bidet in the corner while telling her to clean her cunt again. She continued to sob softly as she began to clean herself.
Now it was to be my turn judging from the wanting look on his face as he approached me. I already knew what he was about to do to me, and what I had to do to survive. My shower was turned off and he unchained me from the wall. He ordered me to touch my ankles and having no choice I hesitated briefly but complied. I did not expect what happened to me next. I thought he would just fuck me with the awful gag still in place, but I was very wrong. I heard the swish of his whip followed by a crack of white-hot pain on my right ass cheek. As the pain shot through me - I screamed into the gag and stood up. The burning mark on my ass quickly turned black and blue on my cheek. Another swish followed like a flash of lightning through a spring thunderstorm. I had just moved my hands as his whip expertly found my left ass cheek causing me to jump in pain. Almost instantly the man grabbed my wet hair and pulled me towards him almost holding me off the ground by my hair. Looking directly into my eyes and yelling loudly he said to me "Bitch, I own you and your cunt for the next few weeks or months, the next time I give you orders – you best follow it precisely – or face severe punishments!" The pain still shooting through my ass made me realize that I had bitten deeply into the rubber penis still wedged between my teeth, as my tears ran from my eyes. The brute then removed my gag, and it felt like heaven to me as my jaw found its normal position. "Now cunt, get your ass over here and bend over," he said! Knowing not to disobey, I instantly complied. I felt his cock slowly running in between my red and still throbbing pussy lips as it found its mark and pounded deeply into me – causing me to quietly scream and bite my tongue. I could not gain any pleasure from his brutal use of my poor pussy. It seemed to me that it took forever for him to cum in me. After he finished I felt his gooey sperm leaking from my aching cunt. He was not finished with me yet – he made me kneel and bring his deflated limp tool back to its full hard glory. I sucked away until my jaw felt like it was locked in place. When he pulled out, he again told me to bend over and touch and hold my ankles or the chain. I again complied without resistance. I felt as if I was ready for his tool in my pussy again, but that was NOT his idea. He took his cum lubricated shaft and pressed it against my virgin asshole, noting that it was tight as fuck as he tore into my butt. I cried in pain as his hard shaft began to move with his rhythm thrusting deep into my virgin asshole. Soon the brute moaned and bent over me grasping my large hanging tits while depositing his load into my now burning little hole. I continued to stand in the position as my knees barely held me up praying that was he finished with both of us.
He then grabbed my hair and forced me over to the bidet where the other woman sat meekly. Quickly she sensed his desires and vacated the bidet, as I was forced upon it to clean myself. The man left us there leaving to clean his shit-covered cock at a nearby sink. I could not help myself and emptied my bowels into the bidet, thankfully cleaning myself off with its warm soothing water flow.
I was able to ask the woman her name and she told me it was Susan. We both remained as we were until the man returned holding two leashes. Soon we were led out of the shower room down a dimly lit hall with cell doors where we could see at least another 8 women in chains two in each cell. All of them were naked and afraid.
While being led down the corridor, neither of us noticed that all the women held captive in the cells were around 25 – 35 years old, and none had any hair whatsoever on their pussies. Soon Susan and I would see why none had hair. We would find out soon enough from several other "Modifications" we would be forced to endure.
We were taken to another room. We were both told to sit in two chairs, about 8 feet apart, each with many leather straps. Susan was the first to have leather straps placed around her holding her body firmly in place. I was second and had a similar faith. Straps now held our ankles, upper thighs, wrists, and torso. Our collars were clipped to a wire which was then shortened pulling our heads into a form-fitting, but heavily padded headrest.
We could not turn our heads much so we did not immediately see the nurse, wearing a white rubber dress, cap, apron, and mask enter the room. She walked over to me first and said, "Welcome Brittney to your new life, do you recognize me?" I said No, and with that, she removed her mask. I instantly saw that it was the woman from the van, who had stopped my run and now was standing in front of me. I said, "What the hell are you doing, and what the fuck is the place?" The woman looked at me and said "My, My such nasty language coming from a girl we've been watching for months! It seems like you have not yet learned that we have rules here!" With that, she pressed a button in her pocket. A powerful and very painful shock immediately went through both Susan's and my body, causing an immediate scream emanating from both of our vocal cords.
"My name is Hilda, I am the Mistress here, nurse, gatherer, sometimes auctioneer, and fitter. You two cunts will soon learn instant obedience just like the other cunts held in our cells. It just takes time, some punishments for bad behavior and rewards for good.
You and Susan over in the other chair are being held as partners, you will be trained as partners and punished or rewarded, the choice will be yours to make.
Now let us get started" she said. With that, she went to a stainless-steel cabinet returning with two evil-looking gags, and what looked like a leather bra with cut-out cups and long straps. My eyes widened as the nurse drew closer to me holding these things. Without regard, the bra thing was placed over my ample tits leaving my nipples sticking out, all along while being tightened to the chair with ratcheting straps. As the bra thing was tightened to the back of the chair, I began to feel lightheaded due to the tightness of my new bondage.
Both my tits began to turn red, and my nipples became rock hard. She walked over to Susan next, placing her much smaller tits in a similar harness. She returned to me, and showed me the next "tool." It was a gag, unlike anyone I had ever seen, much less worn. It had a penis shape that looked like it would choke a girl. Even in my restraints, I could see the deep impression of human teeth near the base of the gag. The gag was well used it seemed.
Quickly she ordered me to open up, and as an encouragement, she pulled and pinched my left nipple. I howled opening my mouth wide to be only silenced by the insertion of the penis gag into my mouth and upper throat! Susan was next and underwent the same horrible treatment. The woman then left both of us alone in the room. We must have sat in position for almost an hour. Drool was leaking from both of our mouths and we both fought off choking on the despicable penis gags. By now our poor breasts were turning a deep purple, and we both began to breathe a bit harder as our chest heaved up and down with the terrible compression and anticipation of what we were to experience next. The time went ever so slowly as our breast pain was beginning to take a toll. Hilda returned with an evil-looking man, tall with shiny black hair, a slick white rubber lab coat, and two covered stainless-steel trays. He placed one by my side table and the other by Susan.
Allow me to apologize to you two ladies he said as he looked at our purple tits. I see I was away a bit too long, but It will soon be over. Slowly he took the cover off of the shiny steel container, while the nurse took Iodine surgical scrub and scrubbed my aching nipples. The man who she only referred to as "Doc" then took a medical clamp and placed it onto my left nipple causing me to react with a howl into the nasty gag. Doc took out a needle and expertly pushed in slowly through my nipple – with another howl from me. Next came a Gold Bar which was used to push the needle out leaving the gold bar in place. The procedure was performed on my other nipple as well. It hurt terribly as he expertly placed the needle close to the base of my nipples. Thankfully Hilda then took off the extreme bra which held my tits while their color slowly began to return covered by the scrub.
When he finished the gold bars kept my hardened nipples erect. My collar was released next, allowing me to view the same procedure performed on Susan across the room.
Susan however passed out and they immediately had to take her out of the chair and her bondage, including her penis gag. I watched in horror as I choked on my penis, thinking about the bite marks left by many others on the base of my gag.
As Susan came to, she was again chained, gagged again, pierced as she screamed into her gag in pain. We then were released from our chairs and our gags removed. Her tits as mine were covered with ointment and we were then taken to our new home – our cell! The look on Doc's face was one of accomplishment, if not of pleasure as we passed him standing there grinning.
I was surprised by how warm the cell was, even the steel toilet felt warm as we both had to pee. We were able to talk a bit and compare stories about our lives, boyfriends, jobs, and what the fuck we were doing here. We heard the others yelling and calling us new fish, laughing at our discomfort and our new jewelry. Both the nipples on our chest throbbed as we conversed.
One of the women down the corridor in another cell said that she had been here for at least 3 months and could not wait to see how we both tasted! We asked about the place where we are being held, why we were kidnapped, and about our captors. Few of our many questions were answered. We quickly found out that there were ten of us being held here. We also both learned that the jewelry we now had permanently been adorned with would not be the only ones, and more would come in time. One woman toward the end of the hall of cells said that there was a punishment cell which was referred to as the dungeon, where two others were being held, they had attempted to escape but were easily seized, and had not been seen in over a month.
Our beds were very strange. Each steel bed had been bolted to the floor, and chains with cuffs hung at both ends. The mattress was thick and looked comfortable but smelled weird and was made of rubber. The entire cell corridor smelled of heavy rubber. We heard lights out – no talking and were told to bed down in 5. We both laid down on the rubber bed and found that there was a thick rubber sheet to use as a cover and that even our pillows were covered in rubber. No one had mentioned that with lights out, the collars which we wore were all set to punish, so when Susan said "Good Night" we all received a painful shock to our necks and instantly learned about these multifunction collars.
Hot, becoming wet under the sheet, and with our faces sweating onto the pillow we lay there and wondered what was to happen to us next, and why were we here. What was to become of our apartments, boyfriends, jobs belongings, our friends, and in many cases family?
Were the authorities looking for us, have we been reported missing, who are these criminals, and what do they want? My night was filled with nightmare dreams of ghastly outcomes too frightening to discuss. I believed they had intentions to sell us into White Slavery or worse, it was the worse which worried her the most. I could hear very quiet sobs from the women in the other cells as well from Susan across the cell from me during the night. I too had big tears cascading down my cheeks but knew not to complain or cry out loud. At least the throbbing in my nipples did go away about halfway through the night. I lay there and wondered what the next day would bring, would we be tortured or whipped? I braced myself for being raped again and again by the awful guards as I finally drifted off to sleep.

The Awakening
Chapter III

At 6 A. M. the lights came on and the speakers told us to ready ourselves for the day. We were told to open the small cabinets in our cells and retrieve a toothbrush, cleanse our mouths, and stand by the cell doors. Still naked as Susan and I were – we were hoping to go for a shower. Our cell was opened first, allowing the two of us to walk with two guards to the shower room. Once there again we were chained to the wall and the hot water and real soap felt good. The guards stood there gazing at our bodies as we showered. The guard drooled as we cleaned our breasts and sore nipples, then cleaned our pussies. The guards told us that they were ordered not to USE us today and to bring us to the fitting room after we dried off. I could not help but wonder if that meant we would both get some coverings.
Our showers completed we dried off, our hair still dripping wet as we were taken down an elevator to another floor. The buttons on the elevator were marked ground floor - security, second-floor cells, third-floor storage, fourth-floor training, and fifth-floor dungeon. Of course, now we realized that we were being held subsurface, I thought – good to know!
As we descended, I noticed that one guard had a key card that he used to activate the elevator. We stopped on the third subfloor. We were taken to a huge room that held a studio with cameras and photography equipment. In another area, we saw hundreds of shoes, and clothing all made of vinyl, plastic, rubber, and neoprene. Still in another room was a hospital area with an exam table, and a locked cabinet full of drugs and vials.
Surprisingly the same woman Hilda whom we previously saw dressed as a nurse, was now in the huge room. She told us that by now we must be tired of being naked wherever we go. Indeed, we were. She ordered us unto a stand in the center of a solid black room where a yellow square had been painted on the floor. Then ordered us to put on these black eye goggles and stand perfectly still for about 2 minutes. We did as we were told one at a time. Upon completion, Hilda told us that it was a state-of-the-art measuring device that would map every inch of our bodies. For the second measurement, we were told to stand with our legs spread wide apart for the final measurement of the machine. When we were done, we were moved into the hospital area where we were each one-at-a-time were - strapped to the OB/GYN table. I was to be first!
Strapped with my knees spreading me wide on the table, Hilda began to insert a dildo-shaped device into my pussy. I was held firmly by still more straps and was unable to resist this invader being pushed inside me. While I was on the table, I heard a noise that sounded like a compressor. Hilda told me to relax and not fight the tool. I could feel the thing swell inside me, as well as her pushing its length deeper into me. Hilda closely watched my face as she held the probe tightly inside of me. Precisely as the probs tip contacted my uterus it stopped, but the girth of the shaft continued to get larger. At a certain point, it too stopped. Expertly and with a very gentle motion she deflated the probe and pulled it from my pussy. She then informed me that my anal passage also must be measured with a different probe. Susan stood there by the door with a guard holding her by the hair. Sheer terror showed on her face as she anticipated her turn which was certain to come soon. Hilda brought out the anal probe – this prob was much longer than the other and tapered from a blunt point to at least 5 inches around at its base. She lubed up my a-hole as I remembered the brute fucking my ass for the first time. Thankfully she was much more genital than his penis which had torn into me. The probe tip touched my brown hole and I remembered to relax as much as I could. Slowly Hilda forced the tip into my hole and told me to push as if I was about to shit, I did as she said as the tip of the probe slid into me. I felt it going further in as it expanded my butt hole. After it was in me by about 8 inches, she started the compressor and the tool began to expand in my ass like a balloon but slower. As the thing expanded then contracted – Hilda pushed it ever deeper into my butt. Soon a full foot was buried deep in my asshole. I felt the compressor start again and it began to expand. The pain began and I winced as it expanded and contracted, time after time. Finally, it was over and the thing was slowly pulled from me. Now it was Susan's turn, she was younger than me and never married, had little experience with men, or their brutality which some showed in the bedroom. While I was cleaned and told to watch, Hilda mentioned that I should be proud of my anal hole as it was well suited for larger men's penises. I did not take it as a compliment as she had intended!
Susan's turn was not as smooth as mine as she fought her restraints and both probes. Crying like a little girl as they did their intended duty. Two hours went by and Hilda gave us our results from the measuring machine. To me she said – not bad for a 34-year-old woman, bust size 36C, waist 27" Hips 37" at 116 pounds, and 5' 3" tall without heels. Your body fat ratio is only 21%. You should bring us a premium at our next auction! Auction, I thought? They are going to sell us on the black market – oh my God this can't be happening! Now that I knew where things were going. I and the others had two choices – either play along with their intended game – or revolt and try to escape. I made the choice not to be a victim like the women who were sold or the ones who will be sold. I was very wrong in my conviction.
We were again allowed to shower ourselves and were then told to dry off completely. Hilda now had changed and wore a very tight, form-fitting, black leather catsuit. Her body fit the suit as perfectly as possible considering she was over 50. She wore a red corset over the suit and carried a single tail whip at her side. Tightly laced, knee-length stiletto boots completed her outfit. Now she announced herself as "Mistress Hildegard" and demanded we address her as such in the future. We both stared at her in disbelief as her demeanor had changed with the outfit and we both knew that she meant business. She ordered us to one of the counters and pulled down some suits from the many racks. She threw one at me, it was made of orange latex rubber, and I wondered how I was to put the thing on. Susan's suit was also bright orange and it looked a little tight at first. With some coaching and with a little help from some lube both of us soon had the tight rubber suits on. The suits fit our nude bodies like a second skin. Tight in all the right places and we looked at each other in astonishment at how superb our bodies looked. Our pierced nipples were outlined inside the suit's tight cups. The zippers of the suit went from the back of the neck down through and between our legs and almost up back up to our navels. The zippers shield inside the crotches of the suits menacingly worked deep into our quickly growing wet crotches. We both could see the lips to our venus mounds tightly outlined by our suits. Once dressed in our latex suits, Mistress Hildegard looked at us admirably. She pointed at her crotch, then rubbed her pussy in her leather suit and said that soon her pussy would need our intimate attention! Susan began to cry and as we both knew what that meant, we both knew that Mistress Hildegard wanted us to engage in pleasuring her pussy while dressed in these orange rubber catsuits.
We both were told to wear the suits until morning and found them hot and very sweaty to wear. That night as we lay on our beds we unzipped the back of these hot rubber suits down through our crotches The rush we felt of cooler air was cold and felt wonderful. The following morning as our cells unlocked, we were brought to the elevator and taken down to Level Five (the dungeon). As we descended with our guard – he asked us what the fuck did we do to get dungeon time. The elevator stopped and the door opened. The dungeon was like a cave with rock walls, and black and rusted chains hung precariously in several places. As we began to walk towards a light at one end of a rock corridor, we heard the screams of several women become louder, some pleading for mercy, crying, sobbing, and suffering from discomfort and pain. As we were being led, we passed a deep bump out in the rocks, in which we saw two girls chained to the rocky wall. As we drew closer to the two women we could see that each one stood motionless with legs spread wide held open by rusting chains, their crotches sitting over a pipe. We looked in horror as we noted an empty place with a similar pipe firmly bolted to the wall of the cave. On the pipe, there was attached a Large black Dildo and a smaller butt plug!
We guessed the dildo's length would be about 8-9 inches and that each girl had been placed on a similar steel pipe, with dildos attached going deep into their pussies and ass. Each unfortunate woman was forced to stand on her tiptoes, to avoid the pussy dildo from painfully pushing deeper into their uteruses.
Both women had tear-stained faces with both of their legs shaking from the strain. Both wore gags with their hands chained to a steel belt locked around their waists. Bright red lights had been placed directly to shine into their eyes as they stood helpless to being impaled! We continued to be led down the corridor where we approached a well-lit center of a cavern. We could see a woman strapped onto a Saint Andrews Cross with dozens of red whip marks all over her back, butt, and upper legs, she was sobbing uncontrollably, moaning deeply into a gag.
In one oblong corner of the cave, there was a burning open fire, it roared and crackled as the smoke from it vented through a hole in the rocks above. Several irons lay in the flame, and nearby another unfortunate girl was still screaming from the pain of having a hot iron brand applied to her upper left butt cheek. Her brand had been well placed so that she would never wear a bikini or hip-hugger pants again. As we passed her, we both could still smell the gross odor, and hanging smoke and could almost taste her burned flesh. A bare-chested, fat-looking man suffering from hirsutism had just put a hot iron on the poor suffering woman. He looked at us a grinned as we passed.
We looked around at this house of horrors gasping as we passed a variety of strange cages, devices, and implements of torture. We could only imagine what suffering these devices would inflict upon helpless women. A quick yank on our leashes by our captor made us walk further into the cave's massive chambers. We passed through another narrow pathway carved into the hard rocks. As we ventured deeper into these strange surroundings, we came to its end. This chamber smelled heavily of LATEX RUBBER. Near the one wall, we saw more leather and latex suits, steel and leather corsets, and leather and rubber gear all around.
The guards ordered us to get into a rusty old cage, which was immediately locked with a loud bang once we were inside. Both Susan and I were frightened of what we saw all around us, and wondered what crime we had committed to be brought down here. Then the guards left.
We remained in the cage for hours wearing our hot bright orange rubber catsuits. We had not eaten anything that morning and our bellies growled seeking food and water. The inside of our rubber suits were soaking wet from our continued perspiration. We could feel the overly warm air emanating from the fire burning in the other area. It was HOT!
We heard approaching footsteps and soon saw that Mistress Hildegard along with two other big guards approaching our cage with another misfortunate woman. The poor thing was locked into a very tight-looking rubber straitjacket. She had a form-fitting anatomical rubber hood over her head. He hood had two breathing tubes going into her nostrils. She was well gagged as we could only hear her muffled sounds of protest. As they drew closer to our cage, Mistress Hildegard took her whip and mercilessly wailed away at the woman's upper thighs. The woman screamed with each blow as if she was being torn in two. The two guards held her in chains on each side as the whip continued its painful dance.
We could see the woman being taken to a special cage hanging high near the ceiling of the cave. The sound of a winch lowering the cage was heard by all. The cage was shaped in the form of a woman, wider at the hips and tight at the waist, again wider at the shoulders. Hanging by its side was a form-fitting head cage, hinged so it could be placed on a woman's head. Unlike Susan, I had seen photos of a similar cage-like apparatus in an old medieval book. We wondered as we gawked at the thing how it was to used next. The answer came quickly. As the cage hit the floor of the cave, Mistress Hildegard opened the front of the thing with some effort as the hinges had rusted. The guards in the meantime closed off the nostril tubes of the woman's hood. She bounced, squirmed, flailed, and tried to kick as her air supply was being cut off. Soon her body began to grow limp and the guards quickly removed her rubber straitjacket and placed her almost nude into the cage - which was quickly locked shut. As lifegiving air returned to the woman, she regained consciousness long enough to feel her rubber hood and gag being removed and the steel head cage being placed upon her head. A penis-shaped gag was attached to the head cage and as it was closed went deep into her mouth, leaving her silenced and weeping. She had on a black leather corset that had been tightened to an extremely small waist proportion. Her cage was winched back up to the ceiling where it was certain to be hot.
Both guards then came to where we were. Susan was removed from our cage first. She was taken to a wooden horse that stood near the wall across from me. She was stripped naked as the rubber suit was torn from her body. A leather rubber-lined punishment hood was pulled over her head, laced tight, and locked in place by the men. With the hood in place, she could not see anything and two nostril tubes went deep into her sinuses. Next, a large penis gag was shoved into her mouth through the opening in her hood - silencing any protests. She was then lifted by both men and slowly let down onto the saddle of the wooden horse. I could see that a penis-shaped dildo mounted on the saddle went into her pussy first. A solid smaller second dildo slowly went into her spread ass. She groaned in pain as the dry invaders filled her holes. A clear rubber bag with some liquid inside was hung on a pole near the horse.
A tube was then attached to her gag, leading to the bag. As Mistress Hildegard opened a valve on the tube's hose – I could see and hear Susan wretch as the liquid begin to fill her mouth. Next, the Mistress went to a control panel and flipped on some switches. With each flip Susan's body jerked and she gurgled and howled in obvious pain. Her upper legs were strapped tightly to the horse's sides and her hands were cuffed to the horn on the saddle. So any movement was impossible. As Mistress turned some knob, the horse began to move up and down right and left. I could almost feel her pain as her body was forced by gravity to ride the two cocks deep inside her.
I found out for myself later that day what it felt like to endure the pain caused by the horses' movements, and the electric shocks to my pussy and ass from the electrified didoes. My large tits bounced uncontrollably from side to side and up and down during my rough ride. Normally supported by my bra – they hurt from the harsh and continuous movements. I tasted the foul, saltiness of the liquid as it filled my mouth and throat. The liquid was male cum – taken each day from a variety of men donors. This was to be our nourishment for the next three days – CUM! Nothing but Cum!
When our 3-day torture was over – we learned that we had cameras in each cell – and by unzipping our suits to gain some comfort – we had broken a rule which sealed our faith to punishment. I believe the worst part of that 3-day punishment was that first day of riding the horse. We both were forced to suck on the dildo drinking a gallon of pure warm cum for 5 hours. The dildo in our cunts squirted lube into our vaginas, which began to vibrate and gyrate during the ride. Towards the end of our final day, the horse had begun to only gently rock back and forth. A cruelly placed computer-controlled powerful vibrator was strategically placed near the horn of the saddle we were on. The vibrator easily found our clits greatly improving our pleasure from this ride. I do not recall how many times my cunt betrayed me during that last day. The combination of pain and pleasure was awesome, along with the remote screams and moans of the women around me. I could not see their suffering due to my hot, tight, rubber hood, but the sound of their pain and my imagination while riding the plugs and vibrator was more than I could bear. I continued to cum more times than I care to recall. While I rode – I felt that some cruel lover had made my ass and pussy sore from hours of untold pleasure. I imagined and even craved more torture, pain, degradation, and punishments. What was happening to me?
No previous lover whom I had enjoyed sex with, had ever brought me to such raw animal-like pleasure, as the horse did on my last day.
The once hated horse which had brought me untold pain and suffering on the previous two days – quickly turned into an object of my desire. If I could have, I would have risked begging Mistress Hildegard for another few days on that diabolical machine.
During my last few hours of ride, Susan was taken away by Mistress Hildegard. I later learned in our cell, that she had been taken to a room close by and secured to a kneeling rack which allowed her head and upper body to lean forward. Her gag was removed leaving her mouth open and ready, but still in her thick tight rubber hood. Mistress Hildegard had positioned herself in a way that allowed her crotch to be easily accessed by Susan's mouth. Susan told me later in our cell that Mistress had removed her crotch piece and that her pussy was wet with anticipation of the pleasure Susan was forced to provide. Susan was left with the thick rubber hood still on her head during her new "training!" Additional hoses were attached to her nasal tubes. As Susan performed oral sex on our mistress, she was further controlled by the air valve mistress was holding while Susan ate her cunt. A guard stood at attention behind Susan holding a cane which was used to help entice Susan to properly eat and suck away greedily on Mistresses' wet hole.


The Awakening
Chapter IV

One day a guard came to our cell in the morning and took Susan away. Some of the other women in our hall were also taken away that morning leaving only one girl per cell. I never saw any of the women or Susan again for weeks.
I, on the other hand, was placed in very tight leather corsets that were locked on with a steel corset cover – making it impossible to remove. Over the next few weeks, my natural waist decreased in size, with the ever-tightening training corsets we all were forced to wear for 23 hours per day. At night we were all placed in full-length training corsets from our necks to our ankles. We were like dolls, unable to move our bodies secured to our beds each night by the handy restraints welded on each bedframe. We, women, were put in ugly diapers while wearing the sleeping corsets in case we soiled ourselves at night. The corsets were extremely uncomfortable to wear. They were lined with thick latex rubber throughout the inside further causing discomfort and more suffering. Our hands were free, but since our ankles and collars were secured to the bed, and locked - we were immobilized. Anyone who complained quickly found themselves locked into punishment hoods, lined with rubber and sporting a nice big penis gag to chew on during the night. I quickly learned to hold my complaints.
It had been weeks maybe even months since I was taken. Time for me stood still as it did for the others. Again, one day our guards came in the morning, each guard had a hooded girl on a leash. I instantly recognized the shapely body of my partner Susan. I could see that her body had been pierced and gold jewels adorned her belly button, more gold rings in her cunt lips reflected in the light. Her cunt was as bald as a baby's bottom, as all her hair had been permanently removed below. I quickly noticed something silver and shiny on her upper crotch, but I was uncertain what it was. Since she was nude as the others I could see fresh whip marks on her ass cheeks and upper thighs. She moaned as the guard pushed her down on the rubber bed, and locked her into a spread position. I could now see the strange contraption covering her pussy. It was a stainless-steel guard which seemed to be secured in place by a tiny little lock fully covering her clitoris with a rod disappearing in her vagina.
Susan heard my voice as I spoke to her, of course, she could not reply as I could see the outline of a gag under her rubber hood. The guard removed my long corset releasing me from my daily bondage.
Upon release, I further could see that Susan's pussy lips had not only the strange cover over her clit but had more rings below the device. I thought "Oh God, what pain she had to endure with the piercings!" Once released, the guard took a leash and led me off with the others to a place unknown.
We were led to a previously unknown corridor behind a large iron door. As we were pulled by our leashes still nude and wet dripping from the rubber corsets, we saw a row of half beds or racks firmly secured to the wall. Secured to these were other women. Their necks were held by their collars with a chain to the wall, and their arms were held by very short chains to the ground. All had their legs held high by their ankles up over their heads and were chained in place. Their bare cunts held open and spread from the position they were in. Their heads were encased in steel helmets hiding all their faces. A small thickly padded kneeling stool was on the ground in front of each of them. Already fearful of the next adventure I already knew where this was going. The tall man whom I had first seen in the dungeon weeks ago stood there wearing a bright green leather suit, still wearing a short whip on his belt as before. As we watched in horror he began to speak.
"SLAVES," he said, "I am Master and owner of this place. You have been chosen by us and in time will be sold at a high price to affluent buyers all over the world. You have completed some of your necessary training, but in the following weeks, you will be trained to service, satisfy and learn to enjoy the company of your future owners Master or Mistress alike. Some of you will surely embrace your new lives and training – while others may not at first. I will assure you that you will learn to OBEY and perform as required. I pride myself on offering our clients the cream of the crop of eligible women. These sluts you see chained to the wall are orgasmic whores. They have learned that they live only to experience pleasure, far beyond the ones of the flesh alone. Many of these sluts have been with me for years some even decades, many may be old enough to be your mother. Jokingly he mused – some maybe!
Here today you five will learn to enjoy the taste of a woman. Each slut here has a unique flavor as you will soon explore. They are brought up from the holding area from level 6, where they live. Each gets fucked often, some even get cleaned as often, and some may not. We have many male guards who enjoy their work here and need sexual release which they are encouraged to do as often as they like with these whores. These bitches live to be used, fucked, and abused, and have no will to leave. They are well taken care of.
They receive daily exercise, health checks, good food, all the sex they desire, and more. Why would these women of the street want to leave what they have? In another corridor, we have 5 male whores who also are kept by us as practice tools for you newbies. They were chosen for their penis size.
They too are kept in bondage much of the time and remain caged in chastity devices until needed. You ladies will learn to enjoy your tools as well.
Adam has a 5.5-inch tool, which many of you are familiar with. Average!
Steven's tool is slightly longer and thicker at the base.
Brian sports a 7" inch slender dick and enjoys butt fucks, and deep oral service.
Bob has a 7.5' inch cock, you larger whores may enjoy his larger girth.
We call John big-boy; he is fun to see at work with his huge 9-inch destroyer.
You all will learn from my boy-whores orally, anally and of course in your fuck hole. My right hand is Mistress Hildegard, some of you know of her already. She too has a pussy that requires oral services. Once you are held worthy of my attention – I will test you myself and determine where your talent lies. I have several other centers some of which need female cunts to become sex whores if you can't be sold.
You may not know this but we have one slave who has disappointed me for over a year. She has endured more pain and suffering than most women can endure in a lifetime. She has been tattooed, branded with my initials with a hot iron, had her tongue split, and pierced, her nose ringed, her cunt lips pierced with 10 rings, along with her clitoral and hood. She has endured hundreds of hours in strict bondage, floggings, and whipping every day for a year, and yet she remains unbroken. Next week however she will suffer one of the most horrible tortures ever devised by a man for a woman.
I had a coffin made to encase this little cunt. The box has been lined in a custom form that was molded to her body. She will be encased in a full-body corset, including a form-fitting hood, a feeder gag an exact copy of my cock will be pushed into her mouth. Some of you have had the pleasure of enjoying a gag like that before. Her eyes will be blinded by special contacts leaving her in the dark. Her ears will have tiny earpieces placed inside and then her ears will be filled with wax. Her head will be shaved so the rubber-lined hood will encase her head even tighter. Her pussy will have a large electrified, and expandable plug glued in with medical glue. Her asshole will be stretched to accommodate a huge plug the size of a large dildo. Through her gag, she will be fed substances to retain her health, weight, and life. Pure oxygen will be constantly forced into her nasal tubes to keep her senses in perfect order. She will have her colon rinsed by machine twice per day.
The little bitch will have a special bra under her corset which will have electrically wired nipple shields with suction cups which will milk her nipples often.
A custom vibrator and shocker will be glued to her clitoris and the entire device will be controlled by a computer program that I wrote myself. Her skin has been treated with a special coating that will keep it safe from the long days and weeks in her rubber prison.
Her coffin will be lowered into a deep hole and covered with soundproofing. She will lay there held firmly still with only my voice repeating OBEY you must and will OBEY. Her only form of human senses will be her breathing, in and out, never knowing where she was, what pain or intense pleasure she would suffer next, how long she will be held as she is, and the everlasting pulsating suction on her nipples, which eventually will induce milk production. From time to time I shall speak to her through the computer and tell her what she is to suffer next. Vaguely in time telling her that she is buried deep in the ground and may never be free! The hood will show me her brain waves as her torments continue day and night. Hydraulic pressure will expand the panels in her corset at her waist as the days and weeks go by, forcing her waist to ever-smaller sizes. In time her brain waves will become much weaker as she is being transferred into a living doll-like object – a basic electronic lobotomy. In time I shall release her from her prison and retrain her body and mind to obey my every word or order. So, cunts – do not disappoint me!"
With that, he told the guards to place us in front of the women, and begin to learn our lessons in female pleasure! This pleasure would not be mine I thought to myself!
The guards forced us to kneel, and secured our wrists to the boards on the sides of the bound women's asses. They took a steel wire hooked it to the front of our collars and pulled hard. As the wire shortened it was pulled through a loop in front of where the women were strapped on their backs - which forced our faces forward and into their waiting pussies. A sharp crack of a cane on our asses instantly made us push our faces into their dripping cunts. My girl must have just been fucked well as I could taste on my tongue her juices along with a familiar salty taste of male sperm.
After an hour of service, with our faces full of female juices, we were given a break of ten minutes each. We were then rotated to begin again and again as the hours passed. By the end of our day, our knees were sore and our tongues felt as if they were to fall off, some were even swollen, and the others could barely speak. The five of us were taken back to our cells where a meal waited. I thought to myself - Fuck it had to be fish! Some joke!


The Awakening
Chapter V

As the next few weeks passed, I often thought of the poor woman buried deep somewhere here in the bowels of this place. What was she thinking, how could she survive? What sort of person would torture a woman to that extreme? Why would she continue to disobey full knowing that she would endure unfathomable tortures?
Unlike her, my days were filled with eating clean and dirty cunts. Sucking the cocks of the five men, get used to the boys using my open, mouth and asshole for their lustful pleasures, and even letting the guards have their way with me.
Swallowing cum was becoming natural for me. Although Bob's and John's tools were too big to take in my throat, I could take Bob's thick cock up my ass. Adams 5.5 was easy in every opening while Stevens was ok with a little work. Brian 7 inch tool was slender enough for my throat with some work, but I choked often as he pushed it into my mouth. His slender cock fit into my asshole with ease, and with a little lube. His 7" inches did fit my cunt, but it often hit my uterus causing some pain and eventual discomfort. As a woman I felt a little bad for Bob and John, these boys were too much for most girls to handle unless the girl liked it up the ass as her main pleasure.
In week 7, I was taken back to see the Doctor along with the others. To the horror of all, we soon were strapped to the OB/GYN bench, our legs were forced wide and strapped tightly apart. The doctor was quick to pierce and install rings into our pussies. The stainless-steel chastity device, however, was a separate issue. The device fully covered our clitoris and clitoral hoods. It was held firmly in place leaving little if any room for movement. A tiny lock was threaded through its hole and our clitoral hoods making certain that none of us would or could derive any pleasure from our natural womanhood. A gold tag was left hanging from my lock with my name and number on it. Our slave number was tattooed on the back of our necks, and our upper left ass cheeks. Now we were numbered! Finally, a tracking chip was placed surgically into each of our uteruses. These trackers left it impossible for any of us to ever run away from this future we were now guaranteed to live.
Several photos were taken of us during the next few weeks, These included close-ups of our pussies, rings, nipples tits, tattoos, and faces, with more of us wearing corsets, rubber dresses, even girdles with garters, chastity belts, harnesses, plastic panties, and maids uniforms.
They took short movie clips of us sucking cock, taking it in our asses, cunts, and eating pussy. Our pain tolerance was also measured through the use of canes, whips, paddles, and straps leaving us bruised, and raw. We were filmed and photographed in every possible position.
We learned that our photos and movies were being distributed on the dark web and that an auction date would be announced soon. Now all ten of us were being kept in a single cell. Our pussies remained locked in the clitoral control device, and we were becoming bitchy due to a lack of sexual release. Often, we were corseted for hours, some were whipped just for cause, while the guards continued to enjoy our asses and mouths. As the dreaded auction drew near – we were allowed to heal and use make-up which allowed us once again to feel like women, not just property.
Each of us were called to the Masters Quarters for our test. One at a time we were judged on our abilities to suck, swallow, lick and fuck his tool. He enjoyed making us squirm and left us tied both before and after use. He took notes on our behavior, attitude, and willingness to please in every way. Master was not a little man in the tool department. He forced his cock deep into my throat and held my head as his load emptied into me from his throbbing, thick cock. I did everything I could to keep from choking, allowing him to finish as I cried and my face reddened. Just as I began to believe that my "test" was over, Master touched a button near his bed. Minutes later Mistress Hildegard walked into his bed-chamber. She wore a form-fitting red rubber catsuit with an incredibly tight black leather corset laced on. I had remained on my knees and was still crying some from having to swallow so much of his goo. She strutted over to where I was and said to Master, "Sir are you finished with this whore?" To which he replied, "Of course, let me see how she can please you, my dear!" Mistress said that she had just finished whipping some of the new slave sluts which were just unloaded that morning, and was soaked inside her latex rubber catsuit, with her pussy feeling kind of randy from whipping the new girls! I looked up at her crotch as she began to unzip her suit. The Mistress lay upon the Masters's bed and spread her legs wide while motioning me to begin her pleasure. As my face and nose closed in on her dripping wet crotch, I could smell her scent permeating my nostrils. As my tongue began to flick at her clit hood and suck on her pussy lips, I could taste the pungent juices of her wet cunt. I could smell a combination of Latex rubber, and her sweat, with a hint of fishiness a girl gets after a hard workout
As I continued my new job eating her cunt to perfection – she often moaned and bucked her hips into my waiting face. Her rubber-covered legs of her suit brushed the sides of my face as she closed her legs around my head. Her latex rubber suit encased my legs helping to lock me into the position. I had eaten her pussy before – but that was after she had bathed. That time her cunt smelled sweet and clean, unlike her that day.
As Mistress began to get excited, Master took a cane and began to whip my ass – hard! My short yelps and screams were muffled by her pussy lips and I eagerly ate away much harder.
The combination of my pain and suffering and my licking and sucking soon put her over the edge and she exploded into my mouth and face. I had up until that time only heard of a woman having a streaming climax shooting female cum flowing out of her cunt – Finally, I was thankful that it was over as Master stopped his assault on my poor ass!
As I was instructed to stop, the Master's tool again was hard and pointing in my direction. Without a word, I kneeled in front of him and took his tool into my now wet and tired mouth. He too had been primed by the action on his bed and was quick to unload another stream of hot sticky juice into my now aching mouth and throat.
As I was being taken back to my cell – I heard the Master say to Mistress –" Hildy, you did a fine job with this one. The video of her in action should raise her price by tens of thousands!"
Once in my cell, I thought about this man as I recalled what he had done to the poor woman still buried somewhere here in the cold ground. I thought about her horror, and of the coffin, she was confined in! The thought of that poor helpless and tortured woman should be difficult to forget by anyone with feelings. I wondered what had happened so long ago with the woman in the hanging cage, was she the girl in the coffin? My curiosity was killing me and under the threat of severe punishment, I asked my guard about the woman in the hanging cage.
I had come to know the guards and knew that they as most men could easily be enticed with the promise of a blow job, this boy was no different! I promised to provide him with all the pleasure my mouth could provide for a bit of information – He got his suck job, and I got what I wanted. The guard informed me that the girl in the cage for several weeks ago had been previously sold to an affluent client who owned a private island and had two other slaves. This woman was the younger of the others, but upon her arrival in paradise, she refused many of her owner's orders or instructions. Since he had paid over 80 thousand Euros for this slave, he returned her for more intensive training. His instruction was to sexually break her, and have all her teeth removed to add to his pleasure and as a lesson to her. She would be branded with his name, after another year of extensive discipline and further education.
Upon the completion of her further "education" she would be informed that if she was returned for any reason – her c