Servants auctioned off as sex-slaves

I told my husband repeatedly how bored I felt in that enormous house with so little to occupy me while the servants managed everything perfectly. We did have visitors like my sister, but only in the evenings, and his response was always: “I’ll see what I can do.”

Around five o’clock the next evening, he said, “We’re short two staff members since they’ve left and moved on with their lives. Perhaps we should go to that house where people auction off servants?”

I smiled. “Yes, good idea. I love watching them parade back and forth while the girls inspect them.”

An hour later we were ready to leave. The drive took two hours by chauffeur-driven car. Upon arrival, a woman greeted us and led us inside.

We weren’t alone in that vast mansion; around seventy other men with their partners were seated, drinking, so we joined them.

More people arrived before the first girl was brought onto the stage. She wore a collar bra and a short skirt, her hands handcuffed behind her neck to the collar. Her eyes seemed fixed on the ground in front of her.

The auctioneer entered—a tall lady dressed skin-tight in leather. She ordered the girl to turn around and bend forward so the audience could get a good look at what they were buying. She had a nice butt, and I could see her pussy. The auctioneer spun her around, pulled down her bra, letting her tits flop out.

“Who will give me five hundred for her?”

Many hands went up. The auction continued, and my husband bought her for eight thousand pounds.

The auctions lasted about three hours; the husband purchased his two girls and seemed pleased.

Once it was over, the woman on stage spoke:

“We have several men here who are no longer interested in or simply unhappy with their lady partners. The ladies in question will now be taken away to either train into becoming better wives/partners or sold at auction.”

From the back of the stage came sixty or so girls. They stepped off and surrounded thirty women. My heart sank when two women walked up and stood behind me.

I looked at my husband.

He smiled. “I haven’t been happy with you for ages—reckless, lazy, doing nothing, moody, and undisciplined.”

I started to cry.

The two girls grabbed my arms. I fought back, but it was useless; they were far stronger than me.

I began begging my husband for mercy, but he ignored my pleas. One of the girls placed a collar around my neck and attached a lead. I was handcuffed too. As I was led away kicking and screaming along with many other girls, I looked at my partner.

All of us were taken downstairs to individual cells. I was shoved into mine; hands uncuffed, the door slammed shut and locked behind me.

A short while later, my husband appeared at the door. A small flap opened, he peered in, and I begged him to stop fooling around and get me out.

He said, “Once you are trained, I will decide whether to keep you or sell you off. Don’t forget, girl, you have two things going for you: those lovely tits and your gorgeous butt. Take care of them. It takes a minimum of two years to train a slave. During those two years, I will be having sex with my two new servants. The film footage I receive from this place about you being trained will help me fuck harder.”

The flap went up, leaving me alone. Moments later the door unlocked; in came two girls wearing uniforms of black leather, both with tool belts holding whips hanging off one side.

“Strip bitch.”

I didn’t move.

“One last chance, strip!”

I started undressing, skirt first. They watched as I took off my shoes; standing barefoot, I covered my breasts.

“Off with the bra and panties.”

I did as requested.

With one hand covering my breasts and the other over my pussy, I waited. One of them picked up my clothes while the other grabbed my arms and pulled them aside.

“You are never to cover up; sex-slaves never will.”

The words “Sex-slaves” infuriated me.

“I am no slave to anyone!!”

They both laughed.

“What do you think you’re doing here? Your husband thinks you’re no good at home, so he tricked you into coming here. By now, he’ll be pounding on his new slaves back home. You are out of the way for at least two years, and possibly longer depending on you. You will learn how to be a good wife—or in other words, a good sex-slave to your husband or indeed anyone else he wishes you to have sex with. There is one other option: when you are ready, he will sign papers to sell you to the highest bidder. That’s how we make money; either we grab girls from the streets, or we sell those who turn up willingly and then get tricked into a life of servitude. The street girls we watch for a couple of months—we see who they go out with, if they’re clean of drugs and alcohol, and whether they have nice bodies on them. Around two hundred girls go missing each year from the UK; many end up here.”

One girl grabbed my hands, tied them to a rope hanging from the rafters above my head, and pulled me up. The other girl lay down on the bed.

Out came a whip. The first sting hit my back, the second made me cry, and by the third I was screaming. As I tried to escape by spinning around, I noticed the girl on the bed playing with her pussy, enjoying the pain being brought down upon me. About twenty whippings later out came her flogger; she forced my legs apart, whipping from my rear while making sure I could see the masturbating girl. She used upward strokes to flog my pussy and butt, stopping only once the girl had orgasmed.

She looked up at me grinning. “The best part—and what really got me going—was seeing your butt whipped. We want to see a lot more of that; the film footage will be sent to your house.”

The ropes around my wrists were the only thing holding me up; my legs had given way while I wept.

“We’ll clean you up now, then start your preparations into bondage.”

One girl left while the other toyed with my nipples, helping me down and keeping me steady by wrapping one arm under my armpits. She returned accompanied by a baby bath, a sponge, bottles of oil and liquid soap, and a bucket of water. I was rinsed down; as one girl tipped water on me using both hands, the other applied soap to the sponge. I was lathered up with special care taken between my legs, over my butt, and more attention paid to my tits.

Rinsed off again, they used two towels that had been lying on my bed to dry me.

“We now test how far down the ladder of servitude you are. This is done by cupping your pussy; the longer you can maintain yourself without movement, the shorter your tutoring period. Each three minutes you last counts as one month off from starting at two years. You cannot go below one year, and this only starts after forty minutes.”

One girl left while the other knelt in front of me, oiling my pussy and anal area.

“If you try to escape, just look at the left side of my tool belt; you’ll see a knife. I’m happy to cut you with it.”

I looked; seeing that, I stayed very still.

The girl returned with a footstool, sat down, and stared at my pussy. Facing the bed where the other girl lay masturbating while my pussy was gently massaged, she slapped each of my inner thighs to widen me slightly, then placed her right hand on my pussy, cupping it.

“Any movement, any sound…”

I watched the other girl jerk off; my pussy began to get irritated. I felt wetness seep out and looked down; she looked up at me with a huge grin.

“Your pussy is in so much trouble. I promise I will never leave it in peace. You will never orgasm here. I want you to beg for sex, though it won’t make any difference.”

My hips started to gyrate.

“Oooo, am I getting to you? Do you need help cumming? As a sex-slave, you must ask permission to cum; without it, you get put into the dungeon forever, never seeing daylight again. We’ll slowly poison you till you die.”

She ran two fingers over my pussy lips; my eyes closed. When they reopened, it was only to see the other girl orgasming. My hands shifted to my breasts, holding them there for a few minutes.

The bed came over to my rear and started kissing my buttocks, so I arched my back. The girl in front poked a finger into my pussy; I shook my head. “Such a naughty pussy, so wanton, forced to stay with us and be abused, I think this naughty pussy wants a spanking” The girl behind me opened up her butt wider and licked my asshole; my jaw dropped, my right leg almost gave way. This was ecstasy. A second finger entered my pussy, she found my clit, and I shook my head “NO” as she grinned. She spoke to the other girl… We have her for the full two years, I have her clit, I can roll it around between my fingers” As she said it she did so. I let out a loud moan. “Anyone can see she is a slut who only thinks about her precious pussy” I ran my hands down my sides and under my buttocks, raised them slightly allowing the girl behind me to get easy access. She withdrew my hands, continued to lick my anal area, then together they suddenly let go. I sobbed; I was so close to orgasm, but they denied it. I thought to myself I will get sleep soon I will jerk off then” One girl left and returned shortly after with a chastity-belt dildo attached; my heart sank again. Pussy wiped, a quick oiling on the dildo, and pressure on my pussy as it was slipped into me. Metal straps placed round my waist and between my legs, I was padlocked into place. “How does that feel?” I cannot close my pussy I sobbed” She laughed, “Of course not, I want your pussy to stay open and oiled that is what I get. I will keep you turned on, and keep your orgasm closed off, just think about it slut, we own your pussy, I can use it anytime, I can ask others to use it like men you have never met” “But” That is all I got out “You dear may not talk without permission” My pussy raced, I felt fluid exiting from me. “Now you get spanked before bedtime, as you have such a gorgeous butt we both will be spanking you; for most it is one or other of us” I was hauled over her knee she toyed with my bottom. I tried to grind my pussy into her legs; she pinched my lower back, “Stop it!” Her spanking started: both buttocks received twenty of the best, and the second girl made that forty. With a smarting bum I was ordered into the cage, inside a loo, a bidet, a sink with toothpaste and brush and a bed. The gate closing made me sob and sent a shiver down my spine; they both watched me holding onto the bars of the cage whilst looking out across the room. One girl left shortly returned with food and water that she slid under the door. I was about to pick it up… “What are you doing, you will eat off of the plate like a dog would” I had to get on my hands and knees in order to eat from the plate to my mouth; whilst trying to lick up a bowl of soup I was told… “Tomorrow you will be staying down here and possibly for a week or two as your training will be different than the other prisoners. Most of them can orgasm when permission is granted, you may never cum; your chastity-belt is for life” With that I was almost finished, I pushed the tray to the gate, sat on the bed. “On all fours!” I got up went back on my hands and knees. “You will now thank this fine lady for the food. If this does not happen automatically in future you will miss out on the next meal” I lowered my head to the floor “I thank you for bringing me food that was very tasty, most kind of you to serve me in this way, I am most grateful!” “You may now get up and get into bed. We expect the bed sheets to be neatly folded when we come in in the morning; your blanket folded under your pillow” The lights were switched off I was left to sob myself to sleep. An alarm call from somewhere seemed like I had slept rather well. I got up, stretched out and started to cry when I realised where I was. Through the tears I brushed my teeth, sat on the loo peeing was manageable but not easy; washed my butt and hands, folded my sheets, placed my blanket put my pillow on top of it sat and waited. The two girls arrived with breakfast. I went on my hands and knees and thanked them both for the food before lapping it up; a straw helped me empty the glass of orange juice. “Stand by the gate, get ready to exit your prison” I did as told. Through the gate bars one of them unlocked my belt, which fell away to the floor after the dildo had slid out of me. “Turn round” I did so; one of them placed a dick shaped four inch dildo into my mouth that was attached to straps. She lifted my hair as the buckle on the straps was tightened. “You can chew on that all day, you will need to learn to suck cock among many other things” “Hands by your sides, do not move; we have work to do, your first day of tuition” She sat in-front of me ran the back of her hand over my pubic hair “We will be shaving you sooner or later. Sluts do not get to have hair” I tried to ignore her. She blew gently over my lower regions; the other girl took up a stool behind me rested her hands on my bottom. I stood very still, the other girl leaned forward kissed my pubic area pulled away a little ran the back of her hand over the same part. The other girl opened up my buttocks then let go, my eyes closed. The girl below me ran her hand over my pussy and held it in place. “Tomorrow another girl will be looking after you; listen and do as you are told” On these two went, never once entering me with their fingers, just toying around my holes. The two short dildos they used only to tease my holes further. I was at the point of despair, my nails dug into my thighs, my eyes closed, my body gyrating to their motion. My head rolled round several times, my knees trembled; in the end my right knee gave way she caught me as I fell forwards. Ten minutes rest and they were back to work; the only interruptions were the girls wiping my inner thighs and around my mouth for drool was aplenty. Twelve hours they persisted; I was exhausted. In went the dildo, the belt placed back on me. I was lifted by my hands and feet thrown onto my bed, I curled up feeling so used. I did have to get up to brush teeth, eat, make my bed, fell sound asleep sobbing. Next morning as promised a twenty-ish year old girl was standing by the cage. “Up you get slut!” Said the girl. “Stand by the cage door” I did as told looked at her through the bars; a good looking young one, thank goodness she cannot harm me. She opened the cage door I stepped out. “I bet you are thinking that you can take me anytime maybe make a run for it. I assure you any sign of disobedience help will come very quickly and you will be dealt with. I can also assure you the punishment for not taking me seriously is very harsh” With that she took out the key to my belt and unlocked it, watched my dildo slide out. She smiled up at me, led me over to the baby bath she must have brought in whilst I slept; I hesitated, “You are not bathing me, far too young to be going anywhere near me” “Two things: first I will be bathing you, second, talk again and I will be whipping you” I stepped into the bath. She took up the glass floating in a bucket of warm water; tipped it over my pussy area then my butt. With the help of the sponge she soaped up my lower regions. She seemed to enjoy washing my pussy; she kept grinning at me. “Seems I have your pussy at my mercy, not much you can do about it. As for your bottom, it goes over my knees soon; I will spank it, then I will use a dildo to fuck it” Rinsed off, dried me, picked up oil. I wanted to say “Do not dare touch me with that oil” But dared not say a word. “Legs apart, butt out, chest out” She slapped my inner-thighs to get my legs open wider. I moved my right leg aside; she held onto my left leg and kissed it, ran her cheek over it. Up came the oil which she placed directly on my pussy. I tried to ignore her; she started to rub it into my pubic area; I took a deep breath. “You will submit to me sooner or later. Fight it all you like but I can assure you this pussy will be mine, you will beg me to orgasm. I have total control over it. With that she cupped my pussy “Move within an h

“Ours is yours!” I looked down at her sitting on a stool, her hand firmly clasping my pussy. After twenty minutes of getting to me with her eyes closed, she made certain by running her middle finger between my lips. Her hand felt so warm and comforting; right now I did not wish it to leave even though I knew this was wrong, having no say in the matter. “Oops, your little clit is showing through. I guess you are horny.” I went bright red, mostly with anger. “If you want this over just move a little in that way. You have proven to me you are mine and I can do with your pussy what I wish. You know full well it needs a gentle massage but I can only do that after you have given yourself to me. Just think about my fingers rubbing your clit.” My eyes closed, my hands turned into fists squeezing them tight. She ran the back of her hand over my clit; my hips started to gyrate, my back arched. She knew I was hers. “You have moved. You obviously have little will power so I am going to have to teach you. You will jump through hoops in order to show your willingness to learn. Obviously I am not going to be easing the throbbing in your pussy; that will never go away. Now that you are mine and have given yourself to me we move on. First, you will call me Mistress, as I now own you, and just like any toy I can play with as I see fit. I command respect at all times especially from a slut like you! Secondly, you are to learn how to come to attention when I demand it. I say “Attention”, you stand: feet one foot apart, chest out, butt out, eyes looking straight ahead, head held straight, hands by your sides. Let us begin.” “Attention!” I jumped to her idea of how I am supposed to stand. Hands by my sides, chest out, butt out, legs approx one foot apart, head straight, eyes looking dead ahead. She looked me up and down smiling, then opened her tool belt that rested around her waist. She pulled out a narrow wooden paddle. “I am not entirely happy, let us see. Firstly your butt, that beautiful item, it is not poking out far enough; arch your back harder.” I did my best. She looked on as I struggled. “No, sorry, not good enough.” She took up the stool and stood in front of me. She looked me straight in my eyes while placing the paddle between my legs. She started with small smacks. “I want to see that pussy tucked in, ass out.” I desperately tried to arch my back further, but she was having none of it. Her paddling became harsher; I started crying, soon it was smacks that resounded round the room. When she was satisfied I was doing my best she stopped and got off the stool, going around my rear in order to examine it. “Hmmm Not bad. Now get that chest out as far as possible.” I put my shoulders back and pushed my breasts outwards. “Yes, not bad at all.” She ran her hands over my hips then my tummy; you have good child-bearing hips. When we sell you to the highest bidder this will be a huge plus.” That comment made me wince. Her hands roamed my bottom. “This butt is definitely a plus, there will be a lot of men who would love to fuck that bottom.” I squeezed my buttock cheeks together; I had no wish to be screwed in the butt. She reached between my legs and held my pussy in her hands. “Your very wet slut aren’t you!” I thought best say nothing. “Hmmm how many times has your butt been fucked bitch?” I was far too embarrassed to tell her; this was a private matter. She took hold of my clit and squeezed down hard between her fingernails. I screamed, “I asked you a question bitch!!” “Three times,” I stuttered out. “Did you enjoy it? Did it make you horny?” “Yes Mistress.” “Yes, I thought so, dirty girl, allowing someone’s cock up there. And it’s no use crying; over the years you have enjoyed being a slut. How many different dicks has your butt taken?” “Two Mistress.” She released my clit that now smarted and came round to my front. I still stood at attention not daring to move. “I was going to release you for today but I think further tuition is needed.” She went into a side room, coming out with a heavy tripod about two feet tall attached to it an eight-inch or so steel strip and a six-inch dildo. She placed them on the floor behind me. She went back to the room only to return with a mat, collar, and leash. “Step aside!” I did so; she lay the mat on the floor where I had been standing. Next lesson: on occasion men or women will want to fuck your butt. You will have to know the correct position to be in now go get on all fours in front of my tripod.” I hurried to do so. She placed the collar around my neck. “You are mine now bitch.” She attached the leash and went round my rear. “Butt in the air as high as possible making for easy access to your asshole.” I arched my back and forced my bottom upwards; the spoon was out again, she gave my pussy five of the best. “Higher,” I tried to get higher but it made my back hurt. “You will stay in this position for one hour, and this magical device will aid you.” The steel strip was maneuvered under my pussy; the dildo was pushed gently into my bottom. “The strip contains tiny needles. If your lower your butt those needles will dig into your pussy lips and draw blood.” I sobbed as she arranged things. She got up, came round to my face, and tugged on my leash. “You had better stay very still!” She left me to it. At first keeping my butt that high in the air was uncomfortable, but after a while it began to hurt then occasionally my body let itself down; I felt the pins on my pubic hair making me jolt up. With around ten minutes to go I could carry on no longer; my hips lowered and my pussy scraped on the strip of steel. I screamed as the pain hit me; from then on I kept my body up as high as possible. She returned. “Oh a bloody pussy, how many men you had up there slut?” “Three Mistress,” I shouted through the tears. “You are disgusting.” As promised she let me down and pulled the dildo out. “Attention!” I jumped up my pussy raging; she took a few hankies from her pocket and dabbed at my pussy, looking up at me. “You really are a wanton slut, is your precious pussy all you think about?” Of course I did not reply. She looked me up and down. “You have been through enough today: food then a wash and bed. Remain in place till I get back; keep that butt stuck out!” She left for a couple of minutes; I so wanted to touch myself but dared not. She returned with a baby bath inside that was a towel, small cup, bucket of warm water and soap. “Into the bath.” I stepped in; she tipped warm water over my shoulders, more on my breasts. She lifted her lathed hands up began my wash. “Arm up,” I raised them; she soaped me under them. She spent a good period of time washing my breasts and even longer between my legs. When satisfied she washed me down using the cup dried me off. Some oil between my legs and over my breasts, she went to my cage took hold of the belt, oiled up the dildo sat down on the stool. She showed me the dildo; it was not the same shaped one I had before this was shaped as a cock. It had indentations and bumps along it, the head even had a small hole. I shook my head as the dildo pressed against my pussy. She looked up and grinned. “Have you a problem with dick now? You never have in the past; I am certain you have used this pussy many times with many men. How many men have been up this pussy?” “Three Mistress.” “I take that is three then, so three cocks have been inside you pounding this pussy and I bet you wanted more. Now from the look on your face you have a problem with number four dick. Just so that you know the hole that runs through the center of the cock allows me to push in cum if I wish; in that way you get all the benefits of a man’s dicks without the orgasm.” She rested the belt on her lap out of her pocket pulled a small butt plug which she oiled up, got up went round my rear opened my buttocks with one hand let the plug toy with my anal area for a while then slowly pushed it into me. The little bump as the wider part entered made me arch my back to its fullest.

gradually increasing in extent before dropping back down. She came at me again, and I pressed hard against the intrusive plug, but it refused to move an inch. Once more she lifted that belt.

“This time it’s going all the way in. You can struggle if you want, but fighting will only make it hurt worse.”

Tears streamed down my face as the dildo pushed against my pussy hole; finally, the tip slipped inside…

“I’ve got your opening open, haven’t I?”

I let out a massive breath.

She smiled up at me. “Your pussy is in my hands.”

“No,” I muttered under my breath.

She heard it. “Oh yes you do. Just try closing that pussy of yours; you can’t.”

I tried, but she was forcing it to stay open. She pushed the dildo deeper into me; its bumps ensured every inch of insertion was felt. Once fully inserted, she held it in place with her right palm, grabbed the straps, and quickly locked the belt. Satisfied with her work, she spun me around so I could look at my bottom from behind and gave it a solid spanking.

“That needs fucking.”

A knock came at the door. Someone entered carrying a tray of food; she set it down on the floor inside the cage and left.

“You may now eat,” she said.

I took a step toward the edge of the cage…

“What are you doing?”

“Mistress said I could eat.”

“Yes, but remember you are a sex slave. Down on your hands and knees to my right, with your head aligned with my legs.”

I quickly obeyed her command. She picked up my leash. “You will now crawl forward as I walk beside you.”

I did so; when she stopped, I stopped. All this activity made me want to orgasm more than ever before. She took me around the room several times. On our way past a high shelf, she reached up and grabbed a crop from it. With that, she smacked my ass—butt up, head straight, eyes diverted downward.

I was walked at least forty laps around that room; every so often I received another crack on my butt. Finally, we returned to the cage. Before I could eat, she spoke again…

“You are to thank me for the food first.”

“Please Mistress, thank you for feeding me.”

She smiled. “You can now eat. Make certain those plates are clean. You have twenty minutes; if not completed in time, your reward is cum as food for forty-eight hours.”

I lapped up the soup as quickly as I could, then moved on to the fish and potatoes. I finished the task with one minute to spare.

“Does your pussy need another spanking?”

“No Mistress, I have behaved,” came my worried reply; I had no wish for her to play with my private bits any further than necessary.

“You are going to need a lot more lessons. What you should have said was: ‘If Mistress thinks I am not behaving then yes, Mistress should teach me how to behave, and if that means twenty or more on my pussy, I will happily accept it.’ But you prefer to protect yourself from my crop; all you think about is your own pleasure. You will soon learn that this pussy between your legs belongs to me. Tomorrow we continue with your lessons. Get a good night’s rest; you have ten hours before back to work.”

She brushed my teeth, then said, “Into bed.” I clambered in, and she tucked the sheets around me. She leaned over, kissed me on the lips, and I kissed her back. We spent twenty or so minutes like this until she pulled away, left the cage area, locked it, and turned out the lights. I was left in pitch blackness; getting my mind off my pounding pussy wasn’t easy, but I soon fell asleep.

Next day—or at least I assume it was day since there was still no light—I climbed out of bed. All was silent. I fumbled about in the dark and found the cage door; gave it a pull, but it did not budge. I needed to use the loo, so I had to move around the cage slowly, waving my hands to find the toilet. The urine came out, though in different directions than usual. I sat on the bidet and dried myself as best I could with some toilet paper.

A small light flickered on in a distant corner of the room. Then I noticed a piece of paper taped to the bars to my right. I read it…

“Dear slut, just out of your sight is a spanking machine housed within a large wooden box. You are to get onto it. On the sides of the box are handcuffs; place your wrists into them—they are spring-loaded and will snap shut automatically. There are also cuffs located just below where your knees will be placed; put your ankles inside, and they too will close around you securely. Once you are in position, the machine will start automatically. You must do this as soon as the door is unlocked.

I held my bottom, giving it a gentle rub. After a few minutes, the gate did indeed unlock with just a click. I walked round the bend in the wall and there it was: a huge wooden box featuring a padded shelf for my legs and another top section to support my tummy facing upwards. I maneuvered myself onto the machine, its belt dangling down; climbing on, shaking slightly from fear. My legs slid into the cuffs that seemed attached from inside somewhere, locking tightly into place just like the side ones.

Fastened securely in position, the machine started up. I watched it whip around the strap, getting faster and faster. The mechanical hand extended its belt and smacked my ass; I let out a scream. It was harsh and rapid. This repeated over two hundred times. The machine arm moved up and down so that my entire bottom received punishment; all I could do was sob.

In came the girl. She checked out my bottom. “That must have hurt.” She laughed, squeezing each buttock. I moaned aloud as she slapped my already burning rear.

She proceeded to unlock me from the wooden box and then released my belt. The cool air hitting my lower areas was a relief. However, she stopped short of removing the dildo; she watched it hang half-inside, half-outside my pussy. “Is the dildo rubbing on your clit?”

“Yes Mistress.” Saying that word to her made me squirm.

She leaned forward and kissed my tummy, then released the belt fully; the dildo slid out.

“Go to the loo and empty yourself; the plug goes with the rest of your waste.”

I walked quickly back to my cell, was excused, and returned; she was waiting there again with the baby bath.

She washed me as per usual, taking her sweet time on my pussy and butt before oiling me up.

“On with your lessons. First we revise what you learned yesterday. ATTENTION!!”

I jumped to attention; no chance I wished to upset her in any way.

She laughed. “Seems you obey my instructions well. Remember, that pussy will be mine.” She went around my rear, opened my buttocks, and licked my anal area, which made me arch my back further than I liked.

“Walk over to the second tear of the wooden box and lean over it. Legs together, hands where your knees were during your spanking.”

I quickly did as told.

She started by blowing warm air on my pussy. I tried to look around, but swiveling my head wasn’t nearly far enough in order to see anything clearly.

“Face forwards; do not move.”

Her blowing caught my asshole directly.

“You slut are very wet.”

She ran the back of her hand over my pussy. My eyes closed as she started kissing and licking her way down my upper inner thigh, then outer thigh, and up again to my bottom; I shifted my weight from one leg to the other.

“Slut! Did I say you could move?” A gentle slap to my right buttock followed.

“Move again, and I will hurt your nipples. I am trying to train you to become a good—or at least an acceptable—sex slave, yet you fidget.”

She continued kissing me, throwing in a few licks; her head dropped between my arms. Her hand then moved and hovered over my pussy; she ran it back and forth between my lips until I was now drooling.

“WOW slut! You are wet. I bet you were far drier when your husband’s dick slid in and out of your wanton pussy.” She wiped her wet fingers on my lower buttocks.

From her tool belt, she retrieved a small dildo which she twirled around on my pussy to get it slippery. She pointed it at my asshole then poked gently; my butt rose to greet it.

“I see… still want a man’s dick inside your anal area?”

My eyes were crossed; I could hardly make out what she was saying, and my breasts were shoved up tight against the board below me, squeezing down on my nipples. The feeling shot straight toward my pussy.

I moaned aloud. “Please Mistress, may I cum?”

I never wanted to be forced to ask permission in order to orgasm, but she had left me with no choice.

“Certainly not you sexual deviant! If you cum, you can never see the light of day again; you will be imprisoned here forever with only a chastity belt for company. The good news is you are

“Now you’re asking what I can and cannot do with my precious pussy, I see you are slowly handing over control to me.” Those words made me feel ill. “Soon you will be physically and mentally mine; your only purpose in life will be my happiness. That works for both of us: I get my first sex-slave, and you get a roof over your head since your husband no longer wants you back. You have three choices now—choices that are being made for you. One: I keep you here to do as I say until forty, then place you in prison till death. Two: Give up right now and go straight to prison. Three: We sell you to the highest bidder.

Right then, it didn’t matter much; she had my clit between her fingers, gently rolling it clockwise, stopping, then moving anti-clockwise. My right arm swung around to hold my bottom, but she brushed it away. “Don’t do that again. How dare you get in the way of my work, filthy slut?”

She pressed her cheek over my buttocks—a tender moment indeed. Several hours later, I was completely lost in another world until a sharp smack to my pussy brought me back to reality. It is fair to say this young girl had me exactly where she wanted; I could do nothing but accept it. I got so close to an orgasm, yet she never allowed it.

Back to the baby bath for my lower regions to be washed. While being cleaned, I raised my right hand. “Yes, slut?” May I ask Mistress something? “Yes, you may. Make it quick.” I wish to ask if I may help Mistress reach her orgasm and serve as your sex-slave for however long Mistress desires, since I am obviously yours and my fate is in your hands.

She laughed. “You don’t need to ask; of course you cannot touch me—you are beneath the likes of me. My pussy is precious and can only be toyed with by my girlfriend, but I am happy that you now know you are mine to do as I please. Now you wish to do favors for me? In a few weeks, you will be worshiping me.” With that, she cupped my pussy. “You will never orgasm, slut; I promise it. Now prepare to spank and move onto the next lesson: what we did over the past three hours continues tomorrow.”

Soon enough, I was draped over her knees. She checked on my pussy, then landed twenty sharp smacks on my bottom before letting me go. Dropped to the carpet, I felt very used. “Now, slut, kneel with your butt resting on your heels.” I knelt and placed my rear down. “Spread your legs so I can see your slutty pussy.” I opened them wide. “Place your hands on your thighs, palms facing up to show total submission. As for being mine—yes, you are—but only because you are horny. If I allowed an orgasm, you would no longer be interested in me.”

My hands placed on my thighs with palms upward made me feel rather vulnerable in a strange way. She left me kneeling there for two hours. “Butt inspection: you may get up now. Crawl over to the bars of the cage, stand up, bend forward, and stick your butt out.” I did as instructed. My pussy was raging; I waited in place while she brought her stool and sat behind me. First, she kissed my bottom, then pushed a finger into my anal hole and swiveled it around. I held onto the bars tightly, knowing that if she went for my pussy next, I might collapse. She spent a long time molesting my lower half. “Get on your knees and kiss my shoes.” My head still spinning, I did as asked with eyes lowered; as soon as I caught a glimpse of her white knickers…

So you like looking at pussies?” She moved forward on the stool to press her kisses onto my pussy area through the fabric. “Show me how much you love my pussy and how willing you are to keep it happy.” I raised my head, moved in closer, gave her knickers a gentle but firm kiss. She pulled my hair to raise my face. “See here? I have an honorable pussy—covered up, not for a low slut like you to see freely.” She released my hair and led me over to the bars of the cage. “Wait there!” I waited on all fours while she returned with a cock-shaped dildo attached to a strapon. She placed the strapon around the bars and tied it secure. Higher up, on those same bars hung a large saline bag connected by a clear tube that led into the rear of the dildo.

You will now learn to suck cock. The harder you suck, the quicker the weetabix inside the bag empties. We have mashed the breakfast food with milk and a little sugar. You have one hour to empty the bag or there will be trouble for your nipples. I placed my mouth around the dick, ensuring my butt was as high in the air as I could manage, then started sucking on it. The brown goo dribbled down; shortly after, I began swallowing.

A short while later she appeared over me. “Twenty minutes gone and not yet halfway through. You had better suck harder. It is how men want it. If not emptied properly, I will hurt your nipples.” I sucked harder; the weetabix entered my mouth faster than I could swallow. I had to stop several times just to keep up. Meanwhile, she sat on her stool behind me, playing with my bum. “I can see you are enjoying this. How many men’s cocks have you sucked? I wonder. Also, it seems you are good at sucking dick.” She ran a finger over my pussy lips. “Seems this is making you wet too. Does everything make you wet? Is this all you think about—how to be horny and where your next orgasm will come from? I bet you spend time looking at yourself in the mirror, masturbating.” “Never happened,” I thought while taking a huge gulp of weetabix. “A bit more sugar in the cereal would have been nice.” I finished up, continued sucking then running my tongue around the dildo as she toyed with my anal area behind me. The hour was up…

You can stop now. The lady who runs this place will be down shortly. You may not speak while she is here; do you have anything to say before she comes in? “Yes, Mistress.” What is it?” Please don’t send her down yet. I know her; we have been friends for many years. I much prefer that she does not see me like this. She knows who you are and looks forward to seeing you as a sex-slave. It was actually her idea to get you here. I think she is jealous that you had it all: money, beauty, a happy married life. She coaxed your husband into sending you down there. What she wants, she gets—and she wants you to live the life of a slave, falling in love with a girl, having to beg for orgasm without fulfillment. She has told all your former friends; lots of them are willing to pay just to fuck you.

My pussy was drooling juice; I really wanted to get up and run away, but her hand covering my pussy prevented me from moving. She gave it a little squeeze, and my eyes closed. You will be a wonderful slave to someone one day. ATTENTION! That “Attention” bit came as a shock; I scrambled to get into position. She looked me up and down. “Butt out further!” I stuck it out as far as I could. She measured the distance between my ankles, seeming pleased with that.

She went around to my rear, making sure my fingers were interlocked well above my butt. OK; Madam should be here any moment now. She wants to see your progress. If she is not happy, you get no sleep until she arrives.” A knock on the door: “Please come in.” The woman entered. I could see a gloating smile on her face as she strolled over and looked me straight in the eyes. I have been waiting for this moment for several years. I hated you, but I admired your body; I knew one day I would get to see you in a submissive situation. I am going to make certain that your minimum of two years with us is painful and humiliating. My dream is to sell you to a harem where you get fucked by many men—especially that butt of yours. In the past, I made advances to you, but you declined, which made me feel very small.

She grabbed my pussy and held on tight; I took a deep breath with tears in my eyes. “We will see who is little now. Look at you: forced to stand to attention by this girl, accepting all manner of lessons hoping that at the end you can orgasm. Unfortunately for you, the power over your orgasm is ours.” My whole body shook; I knew I was getting wet and wondered why my body was reacting this way.

. “Furthermore, I will ensure that all your friends get a share of this ass. Once we are finished, we sell you off.” She knelt down and inspected my breasts first, grabbing both in her hands and squeezing hard. “Does this make you horny, bitch?” I sobbed as her fingernails dug in; she twisted each nipple firmly. “Love to see you crying, there is no sympathy here.” Moving on to my rear, she molested each buttock cheek, gave a lick to my asshole, and ran her right hand through my legs over my pussy where she took a handful—wet, always wet. The only thoughts in your head are how can I get dick into this pussy that has now become our shared property? Good news is you will soon have plenty of partners, and we have spray to prevent you from cumming. Now up to the bars and present that butt. I hurriedly obeyed the orders; she took a flogger from her belt—she knew how to use it, twirling it around using my back and buttocks as targets. The stinging pain made me scream yet aroused me at the same time. A girl went into the cage, held my hands, and grinned, kissing me on the lips. She whispered, “Love to see your ass getting beaten; from what I last saw, it was bright red.” She left for a moment then returned. “Your butt color is deepening to a darker shade of red.” She ran her hand over my face, pulled my hair back, and placed her other hand between my legs. “Soaking wet, you are a nasty slut.” I continued crying as the flogger reached between my legs; upward swings made me scream, and my nipples received many harsh pinches before this session ended. They spoke to each other while I stood at attention, and I could overhear them. The Madam was telling the Mistress, “She is having it easy down here; she should be joining the others.” The Mistress agreed, asking when her husband should see her. That would wait until she had tasted hard life. The Madam left, and the girl picked up my belt, sliding in a dildo which felt pleasant for a moment. Then on came the belt again. She took my leash, and we left the room. Outside, a long tunnel stretched before us; to my right sat a chair with knee protectors and leg irons. First, protection was placed around my knees and secured with Velcro. Cuffs went over my ankles and were locked into place. We walked toward the next chair, where I clanked as I moved, taking only short steps because my first step nearly tripped me up; they were not light in weight either. Sitting on this piece of furniture was a set of handcuffs with a two-foot chain between them. She placed these around my wrists, and we traveled onward—goodness, I was horny. The pathway now had train tracks, which I desperately tried to avoid due to the risk of tripping over them. I was forced to follow her along many corridors; it seemed we were walking continuously downhill until finally reaching a wider area. “ATTENTION!!” I stood and waited as one of the tunnels produced a tall girl. “Your next victim, treat her badly, make sure her butt is well looked after.” The new girl smiled, took up my leash, and led me onward. Your name now is Sex-slave 504; when called, you had best remember that. Those words made my pussy weep; it seems my old name, Kimberly, was no longer in use. We finally arrived at the end of the pathway. I was given a small axe and instructed to start work on what seemed like coal mining. As I chipped away at the face of the wall, the woman behind me used her short flogger continuously on my back and butt. Her orders were simple: “Get moving, lazy fuck.” Screams of pain came from everywhere; I could only imagine many other girls being beaten in the same manner. I worked as hard as I could, with water once an hour being the only interruption. My pussy was raging at this treatment. Three different girls came along to mistreat me during a long day. I was led away for a cold shower after being told that slaves do not get warm water. They did remove my belt, but as soon as I dried off, they oiled and replaced it. I was fed then led to a huge cage where fifty or so girls lay; most were moaning while some beds remained empty. I was told to stand at attention by the base of the bed and wait. Sooner or later, a lady came in, unbuckled my cuffs, helped me into bed, chained me, and locked my leash to the headboard. It was very warm in this place; we were not given covers, but I slept well. I woke according to our overseers around five in the morning. After a quick wash and good breakfast, it was back to work. One of the girls placed a notice on my back: “This sex-slave has a dildo in her pussy, not allowed orgasm!” During the day while being flogged, many friends arrived; they stood watching, laughing, making nasty comments about how much I deserved everything I got. Not one stuck up for me; everyone was prepared to pay their tormentor a few quid just to watch my butt get flogged. One former friend asked, “When will she be ready for sale? As I have wanted to stick my dick in that ass for years.” The reply was not sure yet as she is being trained. One of them asked if he may approach; the answer was certainly. He came over—he being a good family friend—slapped me several times on the butt, leaned over and whispered, “I am going to buy you then fuck you many times before selling you off.” I looked around at him as he laughed; I could have had an orgasm right there. In turn, they all circled back and gave my ass a spanking. This was too much for me; I clamped down hard on the dildo tucked inside me, screaming for mercy, but they all left laughing. “Back to work, bitch.” That came with her leather strap across my butt. After many hours and lots of water later, I raised my arm. “Yes?” “Need the loo, Madam.” “No one is stopping you; there is a bucket over in that corner,” she pointed. While being excused—which seemed to come out everywhere—she said, “The coal you have dug must be placed in those carriages; they will be taken away by rail.” I started picking up the coal and slinging it into the freight vehicles as I went along, taking a regular beating. Before my day ended, that carriage had to be filled. I worked hard while she enjoyed beating me. Just before finishing, two girls brought down a bed; the lady of the house followed shortly after and clambered onto it. My torturer got on the bed with her. They watched me work and take a beating from the two girls whilst they made love. This in itself was torture as I saw them both orgasm one after another. They had both enjoyed my pain; the lady left with the two girls, but the bed remained. I finished up my day’s work, was stripped naked, given a cold shower, and she brushed my teeth. Left me food to eat off the floor, then led me back to the large cage. Seeing so many girls all naked and forced into bondage made my heart race; at least I was not alone. From what I heard later, this was one of five sleeping areas for sex-slaves; they must have had some business running here. The girl in charge yelled at the top of her voice: “INSPECTION!!” We all gathered to the base of our beds and stood waiting for instructions. I made certain my legs were apart, hands tucked well above my butt which was sticking out. She went round the room checking each asshole and pussy for any contraband like weapons or tools to break locks with. She seemed to take extra few minutes checking my butt; she ran her fingers several times over my pussy and between my lips. I was so embarrassed considering how many were looking on. When done, she continued around the room shouting orders: “BELTS ON!!” Each girl had a keeper; mine pushed the dildo in after oiling it up, then wrapped the belt around me and locked tightly into position. “From when I am finished speaking you will have twenty minutes before lights out. Some of you slaves are costing us too much money, mostly by not pulling your weight.” Those girls would now be named, brought to the center of the room, and have their pussies spanked with a wooden spoon by their keepers. The keepers turned out to be higher-level slaves who were allowed orgasm but only with permission.

“Keepers take two, but not in front of the sex-slaves”

We all trembled, unsure whose name she would call out. I prayed it wouldn’t be Sex-slave 504. She read ten names; none were mine. The ten girls were forced by their keepers to step forward and stand at attention, legs apart. In unison, the paddles swung upward. The crack that echoed through the cave made us shudder, but the screaming was far worse.

The ten went back to their places, sobbing.

“Two slaves have worked exceptionally hard today; they get five seconds with a vibrating handheld massager. Their keepers may orgasm tonight.”

I wasn’t sure if this was good news for those specific girls or not. “Five seconds is barely enough time to know something happened—unlikely that it would help an orgasm.”

One of the two was me. I stepped forward, as did another girl from four beds away. My keeper smiled up at me; she was handed a massager and pressed it against my belt, right between my legs, then switched it on.

God, that felt good! I ignored her counting and just enjoyed the vibrations until they were turned off soon enough. I was very disappointed; all it had done was turn me on further if possible.

“BEDTIME”

We were led by our leashes to our beds, which were padlocked to the headrails.

“You may chat amongst yourselves. If anything is said that undermines or in any way might offend the rules of this place, you will be thrown into a cell for two weeks: no lights, little food, no heating. So, be careful what you say and how you say it.”

I didn’t think this prison was a democracy; more like a police state with harsh punishment to enforce their laws.

I turned to the pretty girl on my right. “Have I any marks from the whipping I received today?”

She looked me over. “None that I can see, ma’am. Maybe a little redness on the butt, but that will be gone by tomorrow. They are very good at not marking skin up. If you get badly ripped up, you will be sold for less money.”

I looked her over too. “I cannot see any marks on you either.”

She smiled.

“How did you get here?” I asked.

“I am not sure. I was working in the fields on a farm when three people came towards me. Next thing I know, I was here. I think I was chloroformed. How about you?”

“My husband gave me up for two slaves; he wants me trained as a slave and then sold off.”

“I hope you do not mind my saying this, but you seem to get turned on by the treatment you receive. Am I right?”

I grinned. “For some odd reason, you are right, though I don’t know why.”

“You are a submissive; I can only speculate. In your former life, you never came across this. I have seen many like you here. Most are not [submissives], just average girls—though none look average. In fact, most are gorgeous; they have been forced into servitude and much prefer not to be here. But I am sure they are delighted working for the bosses of this place because no one would say anything different. The only problems one can have here are physical; any other complaint is dealt with harshly—and quite rightly so.

All the girls who sleep here, and in other caves, have one thing on their minds: ‘When is my next orgasm?’ I do not know about you, but my pussy aches for sex.”

“As does mine,” she replied. “I just need to be touched, but all I get is teased. Not that I don’t enjoy it—I do—but I still refuse to be trained. Each refusal, or even if I obey, results in odd punishment. Though it hurts my pussy gets wet.”

“You are a submissive; you just don’t know it yet. But no matter what, you will submit to these people. You will work hard, become a sex-slave and be used for their pleasure.”

“Thank you for the information. I think the lights will go out any second now. Speak tomorrow?”

“Goodnight. I doubt we speak tomorrow; they always change our bed order so we cannot get too friendly. By the way, your butt itches—it is so nice! Keep it clean and flawless; it is your greatest asset. Your tits are nothing to sneeze at either—if I could, I would [have them].”

I smiled at her. “You are gorgeous too. Goodnight.”

Moments later the lights went out. No one spoke further; there was a little moaning and crying from girls who felt they should not be there, but I fell asleep quickly. My eyes had been half-closed whilst chatting with the girl next to me.

I slept very well (they gave us seven hours, so they told us later). Once awake, my keeper unchained me from the bedpost and helped me up. By my bedside was a bowl containing a toothbrush and paste.

“Open mouth, sex-slave 504.”

I did as instructed; she brushed my teeth and gave me water to rinse it all out. Next, she planted a kiss on my mouth. “That is what you get for working hard yesterday. I got sex last night.”

“Lucky her,” I thought. “All I get is a kiss from a stranger.”

She put on a mask taken from under the bed. The head lady came in. “Time for slaves to go to the loo.” We were all lined up and led into another large cave. Fifty girls, fifty buckets, fifty compartments so we had a little privacy except for our keepers keeping a watchful eye that we do not touch ourselves. They had to wipe our bottoms; it could not be a pleasant job hence the mask.

One thing I must complain about: the god-awful smell. We were given twenty minutes.

“As soon as you are done, step forward.” I was not the first out but not last either. One girl kept everyone waiting when she did arrive; she was told…

“I understand you were having problems, but that is no excuse. Twenty on pussy after your wash. Keeper gets none.” I heard her urging you on to finish.

The girl wept, but like all of us, we were taken back to the base of our bed. My keeper unmasked; waiting at the base was a baby bath with two buckets of water by its sides—one full of soapy water and one clear.

“Time to wash your slaves! Belts off. Make sure all pussy, butt under arms, tits are spotless. Take collars off for less than two minutes; do not want these slaves thinking they are free. You have ten minutes to wash and dry them. Treat them harshly whilst washing; make certain they are clean because we do not want any disease here. When done, bend them over the bath and wash their hair. In your tool belts you should have anti-flea hair wash; rub it in and leave for two minutes before washing it out.”

“To all sex-slaves: stand in your baths!”

We all stepped in.

“INSPECTION”

We stood with our legs as far apart as possible, hands behind our backs, butts and chests out. Inside the soapy water was a sponge; she started on my legs. I glanced over at my neighbor—the one I had spoken to last night—and she looked back. We knew each other’s thoughts: “We were both horny.”

My keeper continued to my pussy and between my legs, onto my tummy and tits. Each tit she washed once with the sponge then with her hand. My back and butt were next, taking great care of my anal area. After that, using a cup I was rinsed off; she helped me out of the bath and dabbed me dry.

“ATTENTION!!” I jumped to attention as did all the other girls. The lady came round to each girl to inspect us using tissue paper; she rubbed on our anal areas. As she did mine, she said in a low voice, “Clean,” then moved on.

One girl here is unclean: Sex-slave 404. Ten on the pussy, two for her keeper. Do not forget Keepers! Ten on your pussy means you end up back in here! Seven slaves watched other slaves whilst being washed; these are they…” She called out seven names including mine (504) and the girl next to me. “Sex-slaves ten on pussy, keepers none.”

My heart sank; I knew this was going to hurt. My keeper brought me forward. She was handed a long brown wooden spoon. I stood at attention as she smacked my pussy with upward swings without any mercy delivering the ten blows. I sobbed and was led back to my bed.

“No slave is allowed to watch another getting bathed smiling at each other as if we are having a sex party! You had all best take this seriously; you are here to be trained, not for your enjoyment.” I did notice the girl next to me still in tears; if her pussy hurt half as much as mine I could see why.

“Oil pussies; get dildos ready for insertion.” My keeper oiled my pussy tenderly but made sure she got two fingers into my hole,

I was certain that any sign of me having a good time would lead to punishment, so I gripped my hands tightly. She left her fingers inside for the full minute, ensuring my clit got coated in oil before pulling out with belts ready. The silver lining? Those belts looked freshly washed while we were away.

She lubricated the dildo and paused. “Insert the dildo.” I felt the tip pressing against my pussy, then it slid right in—a very comforting sensation—as I was strapped down and locked securely.